My Hand Are At Your throat, and I think I hate you....
hmm, that'd be nice.
Anyway, I think spi overloaded the shoutouts, so I'm posting this so that you guys can still shoutout.
yo
freaking
ho
Friday, July 16, 2004
So Why Are You Running Away
Dude, so my blogger post creater completely updated itself, so now I can have pretty different colour fonts and different fonts and different justifications, and sweet. Just like Microsoft Word now, which means I can utilize all my new word processing skills on my blog. I wonder if it will somehow mess up my awesome template I spent hours creating a few months ago? Well, I won't try anything fancy for a while, at least till I get back, so that this blog doesn't have a melt down while I'm gone.
Well, today is the day that I run away. For six blissful days I get to shop and party, and not worry about who hates me and who doesn't and who dosesn't like my bloody hair. I like my hair. Deal.
I wanted to leave the world with an awesome post of splendiferment, but there's not much to report from this kid. Yesterday I spent some time at the Neighbourhood. (Elizabeth's, not mine) It was mucho fun, almost enough to make me miss my old neighbourhood, when everone froliced together. And it was funny, cuz one of the twins (Kevin, I think) called "Maggie" and told her that Elizabeth was stoned, but it was really her aunt, and so Maggie's mum freaked out and came to the house, but she didn't tell Elizabeth's parents, so it was okay.
Oh, so I had this sweet dream that we got hot guy neighbours down the street. It rocked. And then, whilst returning from next door's house, who do I see riding down the street but the guys from my dream? How freaky cool is that?
Yesterday, Dever and Elizabeth came over after my soccer practice (no more for a week!) and we had a "let's bash (someone who shall remain anonymous)" party. It was way fun. We also had doubleshots. I had those at Elizabeth's, too. I think I had three yesterday. Oops.
Okay, so I am going to get going now, I want to get some extra credit in before she gets here. This is the last post for a week, so you better be happy with it, even though it's not much.
Leave shoutouts. Set records. Rock on.
yo ho
yo ho
a (adventuresome, hiding, doubleshotted) pirate's life for
~me
So Why Are You Running Away??
Dude, so my blogger post creater completely updated itself, so now I can have pretty different colour fonts and different fonts and different justifications, and sweet. Just like Microsoft Word now, which means I can utilize all my new word processing skills on my blog. I wonder if it will somehow mess up my awesome template I spent hours creating a few months ago? Well, I won't try anything fancy for a while, at least till I get back, so that this blog doesn't have a melt down while I'm gone.
Well, today is the day that I run away. For six blissful days I get to shop and party, and not worry about who hates me and who doesn't and who dosesn't like my bloody hair. I like my hair. Deal.
I wanted to leave the world with an awesome post of splendiferment, but there's not much to report from this kid. Yesterday I spent some time at the Neighbourhood. (Elizabeth's, not mine) It was mucho fun, almost enough to make me miss my old neighbourhood, when everone froliced together. And it was funny, cuz one of the twins (Kevin, I think) called "Maggie" and told her that Elizabeth was stoned, but it was really her aunt, and so Maggie's mum freaked out and came to the house, but she didn't tell Elizabeth's parents, so it was okay.
Oh, so I had this sweet dream that we got hot guy neighbours down the street. It rocked. And then, whilst returning from next door's house, who do I see riding down the street but the guys from my dream? How freaky cool is that?
Yesterday, Dever and Elizabeth came over after my soccer practice (no more for a week!) and we had a "let's bash (someone who shall remain anonymous)" party. It was way fun. We also had doubleshots. I had those at Elizabeth's, too. I think I had three yesterday. Oops.
Okay, so I am going to get going now, I want to get some extra credit in before she gets here. This is the last post for a week, so you better be happy with it, even though it's not much.
Leave shoutouts. Set records. Rock on.
yo ho
yo ho
a (adventuresome, hiding, doubleshotted) pirate's life for
~me
So Why Are You Running Away??
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Man is lazy.
That there my friends, is an actual sentence from keyboarding. I think it's rather admirable.
Anyway. Yesterday was not exciting like I might have hoped it to be. It was still kind of entertaining, though.
So, Heather needed me to pick her up from Mogadore, Ohio. No, I had never heard of it, either. Well, just fyi, it's v.v.v. far away, so I desired company (and perhaps navigation) so Elizabeth was going to go with me. Only her mother, the blood-sucking life nazi that she is told her she couldn't go out. So I invited Rob to go with me, pretty much because he was the only sucker still online. Thus I drove to Rob's, where he was like "oh, we have to wait for Dange" (did I mention that along the way I called mother and we went to see a "movie" and I had to turn my phone off, b/c I "can't put it on vibrate"?)(well, actually, I really can't)
Anyway,we left, and right as we were about to leave Rob's development, they finally asked where we were going and why. So I told them.
They didn't like it v. much...
But, since Rob and Danny rock, they totally went with me anyway, even if it was just becasue they felt bad that they'd already agreed to go. Which they didn't have to, so it rocked. My friends rock.
Okay, well, anyway, we got there, it wasn't too bad, except for the fact that some moron made exit 17 before exite 18 (we were counting down from 19) and I might have not listened to Danny when he said go straight. Oops. But we picked her up, and stopped at Taco Bell and then returned home.
That was my evening. Mogadore is nearly "an hour and a half" (which translates to about 50 minutes in my speed) And we left around 7:30, and i got home around 11:15.
And did I mention that Danny and Rob rock? Props to them, man.
Anyway, yeah. I have to actually do work in this class today, so that I can get a little extra credit, so I don't fail. Even though I believe that typing all these blog entries without looking should totally count for something.
I missed I Love the 90's yesterday. Sadness.
And today, Heather shall perhaps dye my hair, so I am prepared for New York. Gotta look cool, man. Um, right.
Last night I had a really odd dream that I care to share with you all. It was random, and I know how we all love my randomness. Anyway, there wasn't much to it- I just remember that I was travelling somewhere with mother, and we got there, and no one was there. Then we realized- everyone was hiding from the giant tornado nearby. Nearby as in right next to us. Well, I'm not sure why, but I started chasing the tornado, or running alongside it more like. (even in my dreams, I'm odd) It was slowing down pretty quickly. When it finally stopped, it virtually spit out the Wicked Witch of the West, I am so not even kidding. It was odd. Cuz I woke up before she finished threatening mother, the villagers(who were coming out of thier hiding spots) and me. It was odd. I hope there's not a tornado in Lodi tonight. Actually, that would be sort of cool. The weather was kind of crappy when I left for keyboarding today.
I'm going to go exercise my rights as a conformist and do my classwork.
yo ho
yo ho
a (travelling) pirate's life for
~me
That there my friends, is an actual sentence from keyboarding. I think it's rather admirable.
Anyway. Yesterday was not exciting like I might have hoped it to be. It was still kind of entertaining, though.
So, Heather needed me to pick her up from Mogadore, Ohio. No, I had never heard of it, either. Well, just fyi, it's v.v.v. far away, so I desired company (and perhaps navigation) so Elizabeth was going to go with me. Only her mother, the blood-sucking life nazi that she is told her she couldn't go out. So I invited Rob to go with me, pretty much because he was the only sucker still online. Thus I drove to Rob's, where he was like "oh, we have to wait for Dange" (did I mention that along the way I called mother and we went to see a "movie" and I had to turn my phone off, b/c I "can't put it on vibrate"?)(well, actually, I really can't)
Anyway,we left, and right as we were about to leave Rob's development, they finally asked where we were going and why. So I told them.
They didn't like it v. much...
But, since Rob and Danny rock, they totally went with me anyway, even if it was just becasue they felt bad that they'd already agreed to go. Which they didn't have to, so it rocked. My friends rock.
Okay, well, anyway, we got there, it wasn't too bad, except for the fact that some moron made exit 17 before exite 18 (we were counting down from 19) and I might have not listened to Danny when he said go straight. Oops. But we picked her up, and stopped at Taco Bell and then returned home.
That was my evening. Mogadore is nearly "an hour and a half" (which translates to about 50 minutes in my speed) And we left around 7:30, and i got home around 11:15.
And did I mention that Danny and Rob rock? Props to them, man.
Anyway, yeah. I have to actually do work in this class today, so that I can get a little extra credit, so I don't fail. Even though I believe that typing all these blog entries without looking should totally count for something.
I missed I Love the 90's yesterday. Sadness.
And today, Heather shall perhaps dye my hair, so I am prepared for New York. Gotta look cool, man. Um, right.
Last night I had a really odd dream that I care to share with you all. It was random, and I know how we all love my randomness. Anyway, there wasn't much to it- I just remember that I was travelling somewhere with mother, and we got there, and no one was there. Then we realized- everyone was hiding from the giant tornado nearby. Nearby as in right next to us. Well, I'm not sure why, but I started chasing the tornado, or running alongside it more like. (even in my dreams, I'm odd) It was slowing down pretty quickly. When it finally stopped, it virtually spit out the Wicked Witch of the West, I am so not even kidding. It was odd. Cuz I woke up before she finished threatening mother, the villagers(who were coming out of thier hiding spots) and me. It was odd. I hope there's not a tornado in Lodi tonight. Actually, that would be sort of cool. The weather was kind of crappy when I left for keyboarding today.
I'm going to go exercise my rights as a conformist and do my classwork.
yo ho
yo ho
a (travelling) pirate's life for
~me
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Stuck still
Still bored. This class was particularly long and painful today. But, I did finally after like seven tries manage to get my blog profile to work, and amused myself with the random facts about my blog and such. So, now for the commentary:
On Blogger Since February 2003
They fail to mention that I left it abandoned until almost three months later.
Recent Posts 27
How do they judge recent? In the last year? Well, I do suppose I post with alarming regularity. Maybe the last month.
Avg Posts Per Week 3
Are they shitting me? There's like a new one each day! Maybe not seven, but I was expecting like five,
Posts Written 257
Not too shabby. It's a lot when you think about it.
Words Written 71,693
All about those words over numbers, baby!
Outbound Links 3
What are they talking about? the links at the side I assume. What does that have to do with anything?
Profile Views 0
Well, not surprising, as I don't have it linked in here.
Anyway, class is over.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Still bored. This class was particularly long and painful today. But, I did finally after like seven tries manage to get my blog profile to work, and amused myself with the random facts about my blog and such. So, now for the commentary:
On Blogger Since February 2003
They fail to mention that I left it abandoned until almost three months later.
Recent Posts 27
How do they judge recent? In the last year? Well, I do suppose I post with alarming regularity. Maybe the last month.
Avg Posts Per Week 3
Are they shitting me? There's like a new one each day! Maybe not seven, but I was expecting like five,
Posts Written 257
Not too shabby. It's a lot when you think about it.
Words Written 71,693
All about those words over numbers, baby!
Outbound Links 3
What are they talking about? the links at the side I assume. What does that have to do with anything?
Profile Views 0
Well, not surprising, as I don't have it linked in here.
Anyway, class is over.
yo ho
yo ho
a pirate's life for
~me
Monday, July 12, 2004
Welcome to the Psycho Matrix
Word Processing/keyboarding continues to plague me. But only for five more days.
Anyway, yes, as some of you might have noticed, the computer was kind co-operating this weekend. Not really well or anything, but kind of. I could at least speak to people via AIM, and the internet was working for maybe fifteen minutes, which allowed me to check like two blogs and get some shoutouts in.
So...my weekend. Spent time with Elizabeth, maybe some with Dever, I think I saw Ehrbar. It's all kind of fuzzy, I don't remember it so well. I do remember visiting Heather twice...oh yeah, we figured out that sister lives across the street from her. That was the day I hung with Elizabeth and Dever. Oh, and then we went to see King Arthor. Oh, and I went to Polefko's house with Elizabeth, and to the festival with Caitlin. Okay, the weekend is kind of coming into focus.
I'm not even joking, everything before and including Thursday is kind of fuzzy. I can't seem to keep myself straight. Oh, I definately recollect seeing the Matrix Reloaded and being v. v. proud of the fact that I chose to become obsessed with those movies as soon as HBO and such started playing them.
Yesterday I sold corn. That's really all I did all day. I woke up, sold corn at Gale's, and then got home and felt really sick. So I went to bed and skipped both soccer and softball. My stomach is still queesy, I shouldn't have eaten any breakfast, but I hadn't eaten since like three yesterday and was ravenous.
Do you think it's true that if you believe something completely and without doubt, that makes it true? Like if you truly believe that you could like, levitate something, or something equally cool and unprobable, could it happen? Okay, I suppose I sound random, but I have been watching far too many movies for my own good recently. But think about it. You can say you believe something, like in God, but if on the inside you don't really believe, then it's not true for you. And it's kind of a paradox that I'm saying this, because then hypothetically I could do anything. But if you are hindered by the mondane hypothesises we call reality, then logic will not allow you to grow to full capeability. Just like the whole levitation thing- sure, I can say I believe I could make Jo-Anne next to me start floating around (which would look pretty damn cool), but in my mind I say "you loser, you can't do anything like that, it defies the laws of physics." So therefore, my inner logic keeps me from doing such an amazingly cool event. But you know like when you're faking sick, sometimes you really get sick? Well, it's kind of the same thing. If I concentrated long enough maybe I could get joanne to float.
Or maybe I should stop getting sunsick and then watching X-men. Speaking of which, I just now spoke to summer, and she did not go to the game, either, which means that the team had no goalies. Great.
I am so glad I am going on vacation. I need to get out of my hellish life. Not that's it's actually hellish, mind you, but I'm starting to feel really bored with it. Not like I never do anything, but you know, I just go out and waste time then come home, lather rinse, repeat. It's not like I really feel as though I do anything productive. Sometimes, it's not even fun. New York will be fun, and while I doubt I will have any epiphanies of life or anything, it will be a splendiferous distraction from the boredum I know now. What I need to do is go on some sort of adventures. With car chases. And like, life threatening situations. That would rock. Hey, wait, I just thought of an old blog entry, lemme check something.
I knew it! Check out this:
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Thunder.....Lightning. Gha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I finally feel motivated enough to play softball and it thunderstorms. Typical. Everything is typical. My life is so gad-damned boring. Why don't terrorist kidnap me? Why don't my parents die and leave me to fend for myself in this harsh, cruel, world? Why don't I witness heinous crimes and have to run (or drive now, hehe) from the mafia? Why is my life never in danger? Gah! I shall tell you why! Because I live in the suburbs!
It seems true that my life seems to progress in random circles of nothing-ness. What am I supposed to do about this? Actually, the next post after that took mention that I had an exciting and non-boring day involving a near-car-accident and the viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean in theatres. How exciting.
Maybe that's all I can really do- just wait for tomorrow to come, hope that it will save me. Because I no longer believe that I can save myself. Nor that anybody else can, either.
Do you ever feel like you created some sort of monster? Like you wanted someone to be different, and somehow they became everything you wanted them to be, but that it is even worse than before. And the change is somehow permanent, and ultimately you triggered it, you wanted it even, and now that it's here, you suddenly realize that you don't like the person any more than you did before, and that you'll never like them no matter what, and it's not their fault, it's just how they are. But it's not really who they are, because somehow they changed, and at your own hand, too. Either way, you're trapped with this thing that you have changed into something different than before, yet still the same. I can't explain it, obviously. Words elude it. Words are so inadequate to express things, but they are all I have. The phrase "Words can't explain it" is an oxymoron of the human race. One that I have fallen into so deeply, there's no climbing out. All I can do is tunnel under it.
Wow. Deep, yet just as shallow as ever. I need that vacation like no other. Five days, and maybe I'll return to some semblence of my former self.
In the mean time...
Yo ho
Yo ho
a (still enigmatic, over movie-fied) pirate's life for
~me
Word Processing/keyboarding continues to plague me. But only for five more days.
Anyway, yes, as some of you might have noticed, the computer was kind co-operating this weekend. Not really well or anything, but kind of. I could at least speak to people via AIM, and the internet was working for maybe fifteen minutes, which allowed me to check like two blogs and get some shoutouts in.
So...my weekend. Spent time with Elizabeth, maybe some with Dever, I think I saw Ehrbar. It's all kind of fuzzy, I don't remember it so well. I do remember visiting Heather twice...oh yeah, we figured out that sister lives across the street from her. That was the day I hung with Elizabeth and Dever. Oh, and then we went to see King Arthor. Oh, and I went to Polefko's house with Elizabeth, and to the festival with Caitlin. Okay, the weekend is kind of coming into focus.
I'm not even joking, everything before and including Thursday is kind of fuzzy. I can't seem to keep myself straight. Oh, I definately recollect seeing the Matrix Reloaded and being v. v. proud of the fact that I chose to become obsessed with those movies as soon as HBO and such started playing them.
Yesterday I sold corn. That's really all I did all day. I woke up, sold corn at Gale's, and then got home and felt really sick. So I went to bed and skipped both soccer and softball. My stomach is still queesy, I shouldn't have eaten any breakfast, but I hadn't eaten since like three yesterday and was ravenous.
Do you think it's true that if you believe something completely and without doubt, that makes it true? Like if you truly believe that you could like, levitate something, or something equally cool and unprobable, could it happen? Okay, I suppose I sound random, but I have been watching far too many movies for my own good recently. But think about it. You can say you believe something, like in God, but if on the inside you don't really believe, then it's not true for you. And it's kind of a paradox that I'm saying this, because then hypothetically I could do anything. But if you are hindered by the mondane hypothesises we call reality, then logic will not allow you to grow to full capeability. Just like the whole levitation thing- sure, I can say I believe I could make Jo-Anne next to me start floating around (which would look pretty damn cool), but in my mind I say "you loser, you can't do anything like that, it defies the laws of physics." So therefore, my inner logic keeps me from doing such an amazingly cool event. But you know like when you're faking sick, sometimes you really get sick? Well, it's kind of the same thing. If I concentrated long enough maybe I could get joanne to float.
Or maybe I should stop getting sunsick and then watching X-men. Speaking of which, I just now spoke to summer, and she did not go to the game, either, which means that the team had no goalies. Great.
I am so glad I am going on vacation. I need to get out of my hellish life. Not that's it's actually hellish, mind you, but I'm starting to feel really bored with it. Not like I never do anything, but you know, I just go out and waste time then come home, lather rinse, repeat. It's not like I really feel as though I do anything productive. Sometimes, it's not even fun. New York will be fun, and while I doubt I will have any epiphanies of life or anything, it will be a splendiferous distraction from the boredum I know now. What I need to do is go on some sort of adventures. With car chases. And like, life threatening situations. That would rock. Hey, wait, I just thought of an old blog entry, lemme check something.
I knew it! Check out this:
Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Thunder.....Lightning. Gha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I finally feel motivated enough to play softball and it thunderstorms. Typical. Everything is typical. My life is so gad-damned boring. Why don't terrorist kidnap me? Why don't my parents die and leave me to fend for myself in this harsh, cruel, world? Why don't I witness heinous crimes and have to run (or drive now, hehe) from the mafia? Why is my life never in danger? Gah! I shall tell you why! Because I live in the suburbs!
It seems true that my life seems to progress in random circles of nothing-ness. What am I supposed to do about this? Actually, the next post after that took mention that I had an exciting and non-boring day involving a near-car-accident and the viewing of Pirates of the Caribbean in theatres. How exciting.
Maybe that's all I can really do- just wait for tomorrow to come, hope that it will save me. Because I no longer believe that I can save myself. Nor that anybody else can, either.
Do you ever feel like you created some sort of monster? Like you wanted someone to be different, and somehow they became everything you wanted them to be, but that it is even worse than before. And the change is somehow permanent, and ultimately you triggered it, you wanted it even, and now that it's here, you suddenly realize that you don't like the person any more than you did before, and that you'll never like them no matter what, and it's not their fault, it's just how they are. But it's not really who they are, because somehow they changed, and at your own hand, too. Either way, you're trapped with this thing that you have changed into something different than before, yet still the same. I can't explain it, obviously. Words elude it. Words are so inadequate to express things, but they are all I have. The phrase "Words can't explain it" is an oxymoron of the human race. One that I have fallen into so deeply, there's no climbing out. All I can do is tunnel under it.
Wow. Deep, yet just as shallow as ever. I need that vacation like no other. Five days, and maybe I'll return to some semblence of my former self.
In the mean time...
Yo ho
Yo ho
a (still enigmatic, over movie-fied) pirate's life for
~me