Hollow Een

Today started off well, Mom and Martin picked me up at 9:00 and we went to church. It was the first time I had been in....in so long that I can't recall the last time I went. It was an interesting sermon about some guys from the book of Matthew....they had rice, no those were girls. Four girls with rice. The guys had money that was called something else that I don't remember the name of. Anyway, the general idea or moral of both these stories was "taking lemons and making lemonade". Probably the kind of stuff someone stuck in the bible to remind people that god is a heavenly father and creator, not a magical genie who will grant you wishes. Neither of the stories were very uplifting but they appealed to the realist in me. We sang lame songs then met new people in the congregation, ironically some were wearing Halloween costumes. Halloween costumes. In church. There were even witches, and devils. Proof enough that Topeka is just above the U.S.'s bible belt. Try that in Georgia, or heck even in Wichita and you'd probably be burned at the stake (why don't they say on a stake?.....Mmmmm steak). The highlight of my day came directly after church when we all went to Cracker Barrel. It was the first time I had been to Cracker Barrel in years. While shopping around in their quaint lil store I bumped into Lidsey, a girl I hadn't seen since middle school. I remember she had a crush on me because when ever we talked or worked together she mistakenly assumed I was flirting with her. Maybe I was, but it was probably on accident. I'm not the kind of guy who blatantly does that sort of thing. It was a mistake on her part but one I'm glad she made, she's really cute, kind of looks like Sarah Michelle Gellar. She came over and asked me if I remembered her and after a few seconds I did. Once I remembered I couldn't believe I had ever forgotten about her. I had pined over her all through 7th and 8th grade but once I discovered she had a boyfriend I backed off. I wanted to ask her out there in the store but I didn't, I assumed they were still together and if not with that same guy, someone like Lindsey certainly would have found someone else. Plus she was busy with being a waitress and probably couldn't be bothered with such nonsense. I always reason my way out of uncomfortable situations like that, but I suppose you can't argue with logic. I ate breakfast there which was delicious. I had maple pancakes, smoked sausage and orange juice. Then rushed over to Best Buy and worked from 11:00am, -7:30. When I got home I assumed we had no trick-or-treaters, which was okay because at Dad's we never plan to have any. Dad is gone vacationing in Colorado with his girlfriend which leaves just me and my uncle in the house. I was horrified to find out that we had received three visitors (a record for our neighborhood which is filled with old people) and each time he got up, went to the door and said "Sorry we don't have any candy." How idiotic! It would have been better to have not said anything at all and not get the poor kids hopes up. When the bell rang for a fourth time, my uncle, completely lacking in common sense, got up again. This time I cut him off and answered the door first. There was a small group of children, two boys one girl with their parent. They enthusiastically said "Tick or treat" and I dismally apologized saying that we had no candy to give, but if they returned later we would. I couldn't help thinking about how during the Halloweens of the past my brother and I would dress up go out to all the spooky decorated houses and collect tons of candy, passing other kids on the way. Then get home dump out our candy, sort it, trade it, and eat it while watching The Simpson's Halloween special. To think these kids couldn't enjoy that almost magical feeling I had as a child broke my heart. I hoped in my car and rushed down to the store and picked up several bags of candy. I returned home hoping to give it out but to my complete and utter disappointment no one showed up again. I was devastated, I felt like an asshole, and I hated myself for taking an already crappy Halloween and making it worse for these innocent kids. A customer in Best Buy told me he wasn't going to give out treats because no one else was. He said that he noticed over the years people put less and less time into the festivities. He was right, and even though I'm only 18 I can see the difference. It made me feel old, like some Babyboomer talking about gas prices. It also made me feel pathetic and empty. I looked out the window noticing only one other house with the lights on. The candy was outside eon the porch in a bowl. Sadly I turned off our houses lights opened a bag of Snickers and sat down on the couch to sulk. Those poor kids. This poor me.

My momment of zen-
Ashely: Hi!
Rose: Hey
Me: Hi
Ashley: Wow everyone works here!
Rose: Got any plans for Halloween?
Ashley: No I'm all partied out from last night
Me: Did you dress up?
Ashley: Yeah, I was a naughty school girl. It was so cold, I hardly had anything on!
Me: *getting an erection* o_O I wish I could have seen that!
Ashley: You can, I took pictures. Just need to get them developed.
Rose: Ha ha you're too much.

Old Comments

" I wanted to ask her out there in the store but I didn't,"

dude you should have, you sound bored and almost nothing is as exicting as women.
cube | Email | Homepage | 11.01.04 - 4:27 pm | #

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Ok. The next time I have a craving for smoked sausage or 18th century style rocking chairs I'll stop by. If she's there, I'll ask her.
lsob | Email | Homepage | 11.01.04 - 4:46 pm | #

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19th* probably closer
Anonymous | 11.01.04 - 4:47 pm | #

Behold the Bordem

Today I wandered around the house aimless, trying to think of something to do that would entertain me. There were many things, but for some reason I just lost interest. I sat on my bed for an hour just waiting for SOMETHING to happen. Then it did, the phone rang. It was my manager (one of them) asking me to fill in for someone at work. I hate work but for some reason I was excited by this. Maybe because this was one of the few times I got to get away from the register and work in Media sorting CDs, games, music and movies. Joseph and I made an interesting discovery. We sell porn. Not like hard core porn or anything, kind of like the stuff you would tape off Showtime. 2069: A Space Orgy was in the $5.99 or less bin. After work as I was walking to my car an old woman stopped me in the parking lot and gave me two big Kerry & Edwards signs to put in my yard then proceeded to give me a 20 minute lecture, while standing outside in the cold, why it was bad to vote for Bush. Mostly just stuff regretted from Fahrenheit 9/11. I was to polite to say "fuck off" and she seemed so passionate I didn't have the heart to tell her I had already advance-voted for Nader. She did not try to stop Joseph or the other guy from Media though, she probably just assumed that because I was black, I was also a Democrat by default. I guess the old woman didn't want to risk speaking with the other guys because they were white, and as a result possibly Republican. I stopped at McDonald's and ordered from a guy who spoke with exaggerated Indian accents. He not Indian, of course. When I got to the window my food was not ready, I was the only one who had come by in a while so they had to "cook" everything. While waiting idly for my chicken selects to be done we conversed about the monopoly game and the guy there was nice enough (amoral enough) to give me an extra box to pull tabs from. They were all St. James place. ALL FOUR!
At least I got to watch the Animatrix when I got home. The film Noir and huanted house one were the best.


Old Comments
" I wanted to ask her out there in the store but I didn't,"

dude you should have, you sound bored and almost nothing is as exicting as women.
cube | Email | Homepage | 11.01.04 - 4:27 pm | #

Ok. The next time I have a craving for smoked sausage or 18th century style rocking chairs I'll stop by. If she's there, I'll ask her.
lsob | Email | Homepage | 11.01.04 - 4:46 pm | #

19th* probably closer
Anonymous | 11.01.04 - 4:47 pm | #
I always pretend to understand your blog when you post things like these :P It says,
"Rochelle is a Goddess" obviously.
Rochelle | Email | Homepage | 10.31.04 - 1:27 pm | #

Post like what? This looks like a normal post to me.
lsob | Email | Homepage | 10.31.04 - 10:20 pm | #

On Time

It has been a wonderful day. Beautiful weather, relaxing atmosphere with not much to do. Anymore at least, I finished all of my homework and did all those errands I have been meaing to do for sometime. I finally developed the pictures from the Dallas "vacation" so I'll add those pretty soon. I tied up some loose strings regarding my educational future, admission etc. Oh and also, I voted! I colored in the oval for Nader. Yeah, I know. I'm a dreamer. So what? I'll do what's right even if no one else does. I also took the time to clean my room, I've been so busy that I just haven't had the time to do anything but work. I feel like I can relax more when my room is clean, and with this stuff behind me. After all that, I went to Lawrence with Mom. She got her hair, well I suppose you wouldn't say cut. Styled maybe. Liz actually did get her hair cut. It looks cute, surprisingly. I like Lawrence. It's probably only a third the size of Topeka but....well it's hard to explain. It's a major college town so I guess you could say it's a little more...DAMNIT! I'll come back to this when I learn more adjectives.

Okay, I'm done.

Today we rented Supersize Me, Dawn of the Dead, and Home on the Range. Then, I watched them. that's about it.

Welcome To The Jungle!

Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas came out today, and I just bought it with my discount, after purchasing it I got Grand Theft Auto III for $5.00, actually free because I used all those Best Buy Bucks I got from McDonald's. Both will be better than GTA: Vice City. So yeah, that's basically all I need to say today. I have the next two days off from school. When I told Dad this he said "Did you get kicked out?" The answer is no. It's just time for Parent/Teacher conferences. All I know is that I've got a upcoming conference with my Play station 2!

Thank You, Come Again

Today when I went to work I had to deal with the usual employees and idiotic customers. Here is one example

Woman: *leaning over the counter to stare at computer screen* $9.99?! The man back in Audio told me installation was free.
Me: Installation is free; the components that are installed usually aren't. Did he tell you these were free also?
Woman: No, but he didn't say they weren't either. Since he didn't say anything I should get them for free i-
Me: They might be free but I won't know until I push the "total" button, at this point the computer registers all scanned items at regular price without sales or specials factored in. *pushes total but the price for the cable remains $9.99* Sorry that deal only applies for labor.
Woman: But he said the installation was free!
Me: YES. Installation is free. As in the act of installing won't cost anything. The actual equipment to be installed still has a price.
Woman: *mutters* Boy someone's snippy today. *Turns to her husband* Don't you think that was rude?
Man: *flipping through the Sports Illustrated on the counter* Well, I... *shrugs*
He was probably thinking "Damn bitch just buy the CD player and lets go. If you don't want them to install it, give it to me and I'll do it after the game today
Woman: Well I thought it was rude. Look, Sam isn't that the boy who sold us the CD player. *points at Scott*
Man: Yeah, that's the guy.
Scott:?
Me: If it says installation is free at the bottom of the C form does that mean component's needed to install it are free too?
Scott: No just the service, they still have to pay for the harness and this cable.
Me: That's what I said.
Woman: Yeah, well HE didn't say that *points at Scott*
Me: I think it's pretty obvious. If you had a plumber install a toilet in your bathroom and the plumber did it for free because...I don't know, you gave him a BJ. You'd still have to pay for the toilet even if he didn't charge you for the work.
Woman: *goes wide eyed* Omigosh. That is SO rude.
Scott: *chuckles nervously and goes back over to the audio section*
Since this woman obviously wasn't going to take our word for it, I decided it was a good time to call my manager over. If after this she still did not want to buy then someone needed to haul her fat ass to the curb.
Me: *picks up the phone and pages Jen*
Jen: Yes?
Woman: They're telling me I have to pay for this stuff even though it says installation is free.
Jen: *Looks baffled for a moment as if the question is too stupid to comprehend, then looks annoyed because she was called away for this* Yes, the installation is free but these parts are not. *goes back over to register 5 to help the new person run a transaction.
Woman: *shakes head* That's it, I'm leaving.
Me: Fine you wrinkly old cunt, get out of here.
Woman: I'm going to Hyper Mart. That guy in the radio department lied to me, you manager treated me like I wasn't even there-
Me: She was busy!
Woman: YOU kept cutting me off when I was trying to explain things.
Me: Explain things? You didn't even know what you were talking about?
Man: Okay, lets go *sets the stuff on the counter and walks out with his wife still babbling on behind him*
Me: *apologizes to the customers behind them and scan their CDs*
New Customer: Did she say Hyper Mart?
Me: Yeah, I think she means Wal Mart.
New Customer: I was about to say didn't they change store names about 7 years ago?

believe it or not this is actually a common mistake, my Dad says Hyper on many occasions. Anyway, that a sample of the crap I deal with at work. Maybe I'm a little impatient, but it does become annoying when you have to put up with people who think they know the store and the cash register better than you despite the fact that you were hired and trained their and not the other way around. For 6 or 7 hours straight, in one place. You'd be annoyed too. Though I'm very grateful for what few times I get scheduled. I need the money. Bad. If women actually enjoyed sex the way men do I would probably whore myself out for a few bucks. Luckily I didn't have to stay after work for the inventory chaos that results every year around this time, but I wouldn't be surprised if I've got some stocking duty ahead of me.

A Work In Progress

There are so many things I want to add to this blog. Pictures, music. I'm even trying to change the link colors but right now i'm having some trouble with that. It only works on the template preview but not on the actual blog. I wanted to use green, yellow, and red. You kow, just like traffic colors.

Persoanl Weblog Post #335

I don't feel like writing about what I did today. I'm not going to. Sometimes I can be creative. Relatively. I like to come up with games.

Here is a fun little game I invented: Start with a favorite pet. Now imagine if they were human. What would they look like, act like? What would their job be? You can also reverse this.

I have a boxer named Rocky. Boxers are German dogs so I guess he would be German or at least German-American. He would be a slightly pudgy graveyard shift security guard at the mall. He would be in his thirties, no children, no wife (he was "fixed"). His favorite TV show is Survivor, favorite color brown, because he is brown (with black around his eyes and white on his chest and feet...it looks like he is wearing socks and a suit. White shirt; brown coat.)

Another game I came up with: Start with 5 men and 5 women. Everyone takes off their clothes. You have sex with the person who has the same color underwear as you. Solid colors = 1 point, pattern matches = 2 points, no underwear = 3 points, unique novelty underwear = 4 points. If you have no matches you go solo (masturbate) until everyone else is finished.

I described this game to some people after class on Friday. These are the responses I got from females: "Ewwww." "Okay, that's enough, you can stop now." From males: "Think that's just called an orgy." "That would be a cool, WHO WANTS TO PLAY?!"

"Moooom! Ben Aflec is naked in my bed!"
"It looks like the tooth fairy was extra nice to you!" - South Park

Old Comments
I like your game ideas. Especially the second one. Did you come up with that yourself?

p.s. What are you going to be wearing?
Faye | Email | Homepage | 10.24.04 - 3:25 am | #

I thought I made it up...but people keep telling me it alread exists. I think they're confusing it with an old Key party ritual. Lol. My Homer Simpson boxer shorts, guess that means I'll be going solo since I've never seen a pair of bra and panties with Marge on them or anything.
lsob | 10.24.04 - 11:05 am | #

A Crappy Test

Wakey, wakey. Eggs n backey! Liz told me this morning that her favorite food for breakfast was bacon and eggs; so basically her heart begins the day by swimming a few laps in the fat pool. For breakfast I like pancakes (you can't have a meal without complex carbohydrates) sausage, milk and OJ Simpson brand OJ (the guy can really bleed the juice out of those oranges). They (and "they" are omniscient) say you should always start the day off with a good break fast, especially before school, gives ya brain food don't cha know! You know what I had for breakfast today before the big test? Nadda; Zip; Zilch; Jack Squat. Time just didn't allow, I rose and shone at 7:40, showered and rinsed at 7:40 and then I was once again flying down 6th to that horrible hell hole I just can't seem to escape. The High School. I got there a little late but just before they started shooing students away. I think I did terrible on the ACT. I think after reading this post, and others test creators might agree, my writing skills aren't exactly refined. Though I think I answered the majority of the questions correctly, the real problem was that I didn't finish a lot of the test. There were a lot of little ovals that looked like the inside of an Oreo instead of the outside. This was due in part to me constantly having to suck snot back up in my nose. The minute I took out my pencil my nose began to run like crazy and of course, I didn't have any facial tissues, nor could I get up to get some, and none of the supervisions could bring me any. That test is going to be difficult to grade since half of the pages are now "glued" together. I think I may be allergic to standardized testing.

After the ACT Mom took me to get fascinated for the flu, there is a shortage of Flu vaccines this year so only people with certain qualifications can get them. I qualified because of my weak immune system, Mom got hers too, she just lied and said that we both had the problem. When the nurse questioned us to see if we were being truthful it turns out Mom was more knowledgeable about the medical issues than I was. Just because she pays closer attention to those details than I do. I think the nurse suspected I was the fibber, but we were both immunized regardless.

The rest of the day I just watched cartoons with Liz and Elle on Nickalodean. My Life As A Teenage Robot (strange), Fairly Oddparents (actually good), Jimmy neutron (ok), and All Grown Up, the last one was wired because I used to watch Rugrats when I was Elle's age, seeing them in middle school was nostalgic. Do you realize if all cartoon characters aged Bart Simpson would be like 28? Hasn't he been 11 years old since 1986?

New Post

Today was dull; started the travel brochures in 1st hour, most people choose exotic destinations like Fiji, Hawaii or the Bahamas. I chose Antarctica, needless to say the Hageyman was not to pleased with this. She doesn't take "different" all that well. I checked out books in the library today, mostly without incident, I "forgot" to demagnetize one and the alarm went off. I'm there for hour and a half, I must entertain myself somehow. It's easy to tell which books are popular because they pop up on the return shelf every other week. Like the martial arts encylopedia, some freshman out there is probably training a horde of ninja henchmen. The TCSers visited the school today. They met in the library to watch a video about all that our high school has to offer. Most years all ticker come to our school but last year a strange phenomena occurred; half went to the Redneck School. So this is our school's attempt to attract the smarter wealthier kids back. There were even a few ticker celebs there like, blonde new girl, good debate boy, smart math chick and goof but lovable student government guy. Oh, and a former ticker and High guy, Adam, the guy who kisses the Republican party's ass and is blatant plotting to become U.S. president circa 2030. Moving on, this Monopoly thing at McDonald's is killing me, I want so badly to win, it would be so nice to have that X-Box so I could justify buying Halo 2. It's gotten to the point where I have become a dumpster diver in search of the light blue peel offs. Ok that's it for today I have too big of a headache to continue with anymore uninterting details.

"Ducks love bread, but they do not have the ability to buy a loaf" -

Hardly Analogous

I'll never forget the time a smelly hairy guy entered Best Buy and told me his facinating story: He was traveling across the country in a van and whenever he stopped in a state he purchased a DVD to represent it. The man got the Wizard of Oz. A shitty decision if there ever was one; he should have selected The Day After (No, not The Day After tomorrow) or at least Rolling Kansas.

I just finished watching Farscape: The Peace Keeper Wars on TV. It was incredible, the true ending fans of this creative series deserved, spectacular!

Work, aholic!

By some miracle of god I was able to drag my half conscious self out of bed this morning at 6:15AM so that I could retake my AP Chemistry test. I got a 54/98 on the original. That's an 'F' in case you can't do the math. Which at times it felt like maybe I couldn't. So Mr. Anderson was kind enough to grant me a retest at 7 this morning. I studied the entire chapter diligently from about 8:00 to one 1:00 the previous night determined more then ever to hold on to my 'B' in the class. It was actually kind of nice being up early. Calm, dark, peaceful, and no bright rising sun in my eyes when I drove down 6th street. I even had time to stop by McDonald's and use the "Free Breakfast Sandwich" Monopoly coupon I had. As for parking, like with the ladies, I had my pick. I think I did very well on it and I'm excited to see what my grade was. The other student retaking the test, Annie was not so confident. After we were done, I stuck around to ask Mr. Anderson when he would be done grading but Annie just left she said she didn't care because she knew she did horrible anyways. I can't help but wonder if maybe she took the class just because all of the others privates take it. Let me explain, 6 years ago I went to a private school in town (the only one as far as most people are concerned, or at least the most prestigious). It was the school in town all the "rich" kids went to because their parents decided it was preferable to pay 1000+ to send their kids anywhere but a public school in the district. Actually I can see some logic in this, the district "five o one", is notoriously underfunded. Last year they lost half a million dollars. Just lost it. As in can not locate. As for what little money they did have, they squandered a shit load of it last year to build a multi-sports arena. It's really nice, this complex, sadly I haven't attended any of our games so I haven't had the chance to enjoy it but I have driven past and it is quite impressive. So yeah, that's where the money that was supposed to be used for textbooks and such went. Ok so you have these Collegiate School students, they've gone to the same place from preschool to 8th grade. Going on fancy field trips working in new buildings with new equipment and certainly being pushed academically more than your average Oh-Oner (think of the kids from School of Rock, minus the rock). So when they have to go to high school the majority come here to The Highschool. Our school tries to draw these kids on purpose because they know they make our HS look good. Plus it's the only one with that symbolic bell tower; The first 1,000,000 school constructed west of the 'ssippi river (and this is in '30 $ so this is a big deal). Again, getting back on subject, all these TCSers, once they get to high school come here. Once here, they take all honors and AP Classes because that's what they feel is at their level. About half do terrible, the other half do good because they copy from the 1% that actually absorbed that pricey education. Are you following me? No? Oh well, fuck you then. Annie was one of these private-to-public students. She took AP Chem her sophomore year when most kids don't take it all or at least wait till their senior year when they've had regular chemistry (like me, but then I switched over after 6th grade instead of 8th). They feel that because they have independent schooling they are prepared for the challenges of these classes. A little presumptuous, no? Annie's beginning to feel this now I think, it's too bad, she's a nice kid. Cute too, in a tomboyish way, but that's all I basically know about her. Her father was my psychiatrist during my crazy year, I also know that she is a really talented artist and an atheist (or so she claims...but that's another story).

I'm really enjoying my Ibanez guitar now that it has been properly set up. I don't have to tune it nearly as much, didn't use it today during Jazz Band though because I skipped. The set up a place to donate blood and if you volunteered you were excused from class. I volunteered but I didn't go, of course. Like I want to have a pint of blood siphoned out of me. Lower that amount by half and maybe next time I'll actually show up. The guitar has sounded great at home though when I practice, Johnny B. Good is really starting to come along.

Day Off

Recap Note: Often when I am too busy to type an in-depth blog post I will use codes [single or abbreviated words which describe significant details of the day] so that when I return to blogging at a later time I can remember what happened. Usually, doing so inspires me to pick up where I left off rather than skipping ahead to the current date. Usually I make these placeholders (now you know what 'PH' means) very quickly and often make typos. Faye, a reader of "18 Years Later" assumed I was intentionally making a pun when I typed "fay" accidentally instead of "day" the result of my sloppiness and laziness (hence lsob). It gets worse, sometimes I can't recall what the acronyms and abbreviations stand for or can't recollect the so-called significance of the words. Orange for example. What the hell did I mean by "ORANGE"? What possible significance could this color/fruit imply? So, Future-Nathan if you ever look back and notice something that seems slightly out of place you now have an explanation (confession) for this. You're a smart guy though, I'm sure you would have figured it out on your own.

Moving on . . . Today, or to be more precise, yesterday: There was a teacher inservice so I did not have to go to school; but it was like being at school anyway because I had to do all the homework I waited around till Monday to get started on. Such as my election project in government, chemistry lab, and French 4 notebook. I might do a post for today Tuesday, October 19, 2004; but once again I am swamped by AP Chem work, no surprise there. If I have time between studying *cough* (watching Lost, South Park and Drawn Together + Odyssey 5 & Room Raiders on Tivo) I'll be sure to post it. If not, expect more PHs (not acid related) from this procrastinating son of a b**** (now I'm really emulating Faye, censorship is very un-LSOB).

Old Comments
Does this have anything to do with a fay-cation?

Heh.. that was pretty punny...
Faye | Email | Homepage | 10.20.04 - 9:39 am | #

Ha ha. No. This is a typo, which I will fix when I have the time to do so and add updates...so not today!
lsob | 10.20.04 - 5:09 pm | #

Usually, I wouldn't either. Bad words get censored in my brain before it comes out so I have no need to use *s most of the time. Except that when I do want to use a bad word for effect, I need to keep in mind that my friends read my blog. And they all attend a church school with me. Oh yeah, and my MOM does too!
Jared | Email | Homepage | 10.23.04 - 6:08 pm | #

Ooops. That was me last - I am posting from Jared's dorm and apparently he used this computer before and his information is saved in here. Didn't even think about changing it till it was too late.
Faye | Email | Homepage | 10.23.04 - 6:10 pm | #

That's part of the reason I keep my blog secret from close friends or family. Though to be honest I have behaved myself lately.....it's really strange...Can I get a sticker for that or something?
lsob | 10.23.04 - 8:33 pm | #

Nooch

Today I saw the much anticipated Team America: World Police. It's the first movie in awhile that I didn't lazily wait till it came out on video and actually went to the theater. When I told my mom I was leaving the house she was like "Good for you!". Good movie, my only complaint as usually is with the theaters. Why don't they have the good kinds of popcorn ie. Cheese, caramel, cinnamon. . . Kettle? Nah. Also, going to the mall gave me a chance to eat at Chik-fil-A again. Oh how I love that place. Smuggling fried foods into the movies is quite challenging, but you know me. I found a way.

Orange

Orange.

I had to put SOMETHING here. . .

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A Good Day

Today was a good day. Found my guitar tuner, got an A on my Chemistry test. Saw chick fight in mud in front of school, ate at Chick-fil-A. Good day.

LSOB Reccomends

Eternal Sunshin of the Spotless Mind
This movie is about a man named Joel (played by Jim Carrey) who is shocked to discover he is currently receiving treatment from a strange clinic to erase memories of his ex-girlfriend Clementine (Kate Winslet). At first he agrees to the procedure because he feels the memories are painful. However, during the process of this brain drain Joel decides he would rather retain these memories because while some are bad, some are also pleasant and as they say it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. So he plots to end the procedure while simultaneously asleep and currently undergoing it. How he does so is very interesting and I won’t give this detail away to readers to keep the film interesting. I really enjoyed this movie, the casting was perfect, people keep saying how surprised they are that Jim did not choose a more comedic role but this is not the first serious movie he has done and I was not surprised at all by how well he performed. Kate Winslet also did great in her usual whinny girlfriend role. It starts out slow, but this is necessary to build background. A good movie to watch with your boyfriend or girlfriend; if you have one. I also saw "Saved!" on Sunday. It had some good momments but quickly went down hill. More on this later.

"mag·na est ve·ri·tas et prae·va·le·bit"

Heat. PRECIOUS HEAT!

Well it's that time of the year. No frost or anything on the ground yet but the weather is definitely headed in that direction. The most common phrase uttered by students (aside from "I'm Rick James, bitch" or "Git-rr-done") was "I'm FREEZING!" It's that time of year when you look in your closet and ask yourself. T-shirt or sweater? Then you opt for the fruit fucker 2000 t-shirt and when you get to school your fruit is fucked. Fucked. And frozen. To make things worse it rained, nothing like fresh fall hypothermia inducing rain. Tomorrow I have decided it's time for black hooded sweat shirt. Still I love the fall, sometimes I think Boy it sure would be nice to live in Hawaii but then I would miss the leaves. Those beautiful, colorful, pain in the ass to rake leaves. Okay I've made up my mind, next stop coconut land.

Personal Log Post # 324

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Went to school. Did work. Iliad project for mythology was good. Met my new guitar teacher, kind of like a hippie, really nice guy. Met replacement government teacher Crocket, has had many jobs, kind of unconventional. Derrick now has three pet pirahnnas. They ate his other fish. Daniel was late to class today, he said it was because a suicidal maniac was holding a hostage and the police made at blockade around his house. I thought it was bullshit. When I got home Dad told me about his stressful day at work. At the police blockade.

"Where did you get that trike?"
"From a wired kid in a magic port-a-potty." - The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

No time like lunch time. . .

Skipped class and went to Taco Jons for an early lunch. Turns out they don't open till 11:00. I don't know why I assumed they did. I guess I just thought they were like McDonalds with a breakfast menu and stuff. I wonder what Mexicans eat for breakfast.....Pancakes with salsa on it? Anyway so I waited there outside for about half an hour with a group of skippers including twho white goth girls and a gay black guy I remember from my theater class. I didn't talk to them of course, I think he was still mad at me for not helping him that time the guy in stagecraft kicked his ass. Or was it in cross country I don't remember. So I just wandered around the building to avoid their smoke. Saw another loner waiting for an early lunch some strange Hispanic guy who kept throwing rocks at cars. I must have stared at him the wrong way or something cuz he panicked. I told him to relax because it wasn't my car and he grinned. When It finally opened I shoved my way pass the four (I'd gotten there first, it was appropriate that I order first as well)got the cheap kids meal I always got and ate it. Heard an interesting story from Phillip today. During the school pageant he and Ben saw several girls naked because they were hurriedly changing in a room where the other side of the window was sealed by just a strip of duct tape that ran along the bottom and all he had to do was pull it back to see them. I love voyeuristic teen porn as much as the next guy but I don't know if I'd be comfortable spankin' it with another dude crouching beside me. Though I wish I had been there. I spend all day undressing female students with my eyes. It'd be nice to see it in person.

TJ didn't put enough seasoning on my oles. They were just like hash browns.

"in vino veritas" there is truth in wine

Stomach

Tried a new food today, mushrooms. I've never had mushrooms before. They weren't terrible but I'll be okay if I never eat them again. I met (remet actually) the activist girl who used to have her locker next to me. I shared my breadsticks with her and she shared her pizza with me. She ordered a personal pan but they were out so they gave her a medium for the price of a p.p.. We had a nice conversation about movies, recycling, politics, vegetarianism (word?. And once again, I forgot what her name was.

This Is Absurd

Well it has been an interesting day

heard some interesting stories

desinged an interesting (and informative) screen saver

and composed some interesting songs which I shall call Sidline Ions and Willy Wanka

Personal Log 319: supplemental

This morning there was a meeting at work, 7:00 am. Ugh. I suppose the good thing about these meeting are that by the time I'm finally up and showered I don't go back to bed. Immediately. The presentation was interesting as usual, the store is gearing up for the holiday season and that means a lot of work and $$$ for the company. Anyway the main reason I tolerate these meetings is the abundance of doughnuts, milk and orange juice. I like the chocolate frosted chocolate cake and the cinnamon/ sugar ones best with a cup of chocolate milk followed by an O.J. chaser to get rid of that milk after taste. Sometimes I dunk my chocolate frosted chocolate donut in my chocolate milk. Sometimes I am a spaz. I wish they would use plastic cups instead of Styrofoam though..... So yeah, the meeting. We learned about our new ad campaign starring a guy who looks like Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force. For now it's supposed to be on the "down low" so lets just call him K.K.. I enjoyed my usual praise from Nicole "HI Nate!" "You look so buff in your shirt" "Hi, I'm so glad you were on the schedule today!" "You're funny you make me so happy!" "Come sit by me!" etc. Okay so she obviously likes me, that's great. I think she's freakin' adorable but well, I still intend to ask Selma out, eventually; so for now I just talk to Nicole every now and then to remind her I exist. You know, as a contingency girl. Yes I know, I'm an A-hole.

GTASA
CHNgROUME MisHS
LREN PARz ranne

"Whoo. Whoo. Wa-ha! Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" - Super Mario 64

One of these days...

One day I hope I have enough money to design a house like this. "Click" the lazy-link. http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/duh/index.html

Today was a little hectic. I was very busy, with an unexpected number of projects in Mythology and especially in Computer Mastery, of course. Mom told me that a good way to help relieve some pressure would be to take one class pass/fail. Which means we get credit for the course but the grade doesn't affect our grade point average positively or negatively. Given my current (and growing) disdain for my computer/business teacher I planned on using this privilege for computer mastery. However I thought Government might be a better choice. So I got the form from the counselor's office and took it to the government room. Once there I remembered that Mr. Smith quit so I convinced the substitute teacher to sign it. Then went back to the counselor's office. The counselor told me I needed Government to graduate, it was my only required class and we couldn't use the form for required classes. So I left and went to French 4 and tried to get me Walsh to sign it. She said she thought my grade would improve once she graded my homework and told me not to worry about it. So I erased all the stuff for government and French and decided to have Mrs. Hageyman (computer teacher) sign it. But passing time was over and I had to go to the Library for proctoring. I filled out several hundred book orders and shelved books as quickly as possible. Library assistant was my last class before school was out. This was the last day that you could take advantage of the pass/fail thing and it had to be turned in prior to 3:00 (relieve some stress my ass!) with about 15 minutes to spare I finished my library work. Picked up my form and realized that it also needed a parent's signature. I called Mom via cellphone and she stopped by briefly to sign it on her way to lunch. I went outside so she could sign it. She did and I came back to the school. The door I went out (the side door) was locked from the outside so I had to walk all the way around the school campus to the front door to get in. On my way to her class I passed Mrs. Hageyman in the hall and she stopped me to whine about how three days ago I walked through her room to use the side door to get into another class. After her bitching I told her to sign the sheet and she said it was too messy (there were smudges from all the other classes and names I had erased with "erasable" ink) so I tore it up threw it away and went back to get a fresh one from the counselor's office. Filled it out correctly then looked at the paper scraps so I could forge my Mom's signature back on it (I forgot about this...) Then went back to computer mastery (actually that hour it was comp. Applications) and asked her to sign it again. She scribbled her signature on it and shat something out of her mouth like "not to bother her during other classes when she had to answer questions" then I took it back to the counselor's office. Just in time. Of course I had to weave my way through several sophomores who were running around like chicken with their heads cut off trying to find the printer they used and save stuff before the end of class (So apparently Mrs. Hageyman's poor planning is not something she reserves for computer mastery). Good news, I have a 98% in Foods 2 and angel food cake came out great. My mythology allusions project got 100% So yeah, Mrs. Hageyman you suck. Your son is mini-homo who looks like a member of Hanson. You're husband is a nazi and you're a bucked-toothed pompous windbag who wears floral print dresses and giant tennis shows. Expect a giant glob of loogie or spermy goodness with your next coffee. "Your choice."