At Last

Our Senior Prom better be like that. Aside from the crappy title, it was so bangin. I had to pick up the crew, aka Winnie and Sandy, but then it was off to City Hall, and let me tell you it was so nice. Cascading staircase, marble floors, CHOCOLATE COVERED STRAWBERRIES! We had to work coatcheck and the door for a while, but I ditched right afterwards and took pictures. And had a lot of fun. Tommy, Amy, Jimmy, Peter, Lauren, Garmeon, the list goes on. So much fun. But somebody owes me 20 dollas for pictures. Everybody said that I looked like a Chippendale dancer cos of the bowtie and the muscles. Then I had to work and pass out mints cos the memorabilia was a DVD of Prom which was shot that night and couldn't be distributed untill it was made. Then I drove some of the 06 crew home. Happy day, Happy day.


Some notes for our Prom, though. Need lots of 07's to do the work for us. Need big coatcheck area. NEED CASCADING STAIRCASE! It was so wonderful. You can dance on it, sit on it, announce Prom Court on it. Just awesome. The DJ was pretty good but i think we need to tell him not to play bad rock music. Very good DJ, nonetheless. PICTURES. NEED PRESHOOTS! Something, ANYTHING. Just so long for pictures, it's ridiculous.


All in all, Prom was awesome. I love you, Tommy.

You SAID You Sleep With One Leg Off the BED!

Today was Track and Field All City. Man it was so awkward today. First of all I had to sneak out of the house and thankfully Chelsea let me use her garage cos there was noooo parking. I went in and I immediately felt depressed. Everybody was having so much fun and I couldnt participate. I would give almost anything to run today. Everybody did really good, but I was disappointed about how much of a bad sport Gus was. I left early cos my parents were coming home. They almost caught me. Then i studied for a couple hours.

Yoongi called me later and asked for a ride for everybody. I gave everybody a ride to Cynth's and then to Pirro's. It was pretty fun. But, as always, there was too much drama. Amanda, Susanna, and Dayanna. Dayu and Anna asked me if I wanted to hear their story. So I did. It was awkward. But at least I got it from them and not from somewhere else. I'm still confused, but it's okay I guess. They're weird. So what. We all are. I know they'll do something and it will all be better sooner or later. Dayu's good at that. If he wasn't, they would have broken up a long time ago. I also had a talk with Lauren and that made her cry, but I'm glad she's my friend.

It was all good fun, with the roof and mafia and jokes and crying and 711 slurpees. The sprinters went off to see a movie cos they're antisocial like that. I don't like how they do that. Sprinters annoy me. We were about to leave at nine, but Yoongi lost her medal and it's too bad cos she got first and that's really cool. I hope she finds it. So i dropped her, Cynth, and Chris at Cynth's house. Then we went to Connie's. We watched a bit of ArresteD on Connie's In Screen. and I bet everybody is still over there and that makes me sad. Stupid Pinocci. I hate her. But yea. Luckily Lauren got a ride home, but Susanna didn't want one for some drama-filled reason. Then I had to go cos stupid Dad and Pinocci. Fucking tag-team.

I kinda had fun.

Santaria

There was an Ask Marilyn a while ago that questioned if it was possible to dislike somebody because they 'just rub you the wrong way'. You know those people, you don't know why you hate them, you just do. The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they look at you, the way they take excessive pictures of themselves. Marilyn, being a super genius, said that yes, it is possible to hate somebody for they way they are because of the same reason why you can fall in love with somebody on first sight.

That makes me feel better. I'm not antisocial, I just hate you.

You Don't Have To Limbo If You Don't Want

We're debating Schwarz in APUSH this week about how history will look back on George W. Bush. He was arguing that history will remember him kindly, while we argued the opposite. But that got me thinking on a kind of Bob the Dinosaur tangent. No matter what I do, what does it really matter? Eventually it'll all work out at the end. Why? Because... ahh, here it is: "Most problems go away if you just wait long enough. It might look like I'm standing motionless but I'm actively waiting for our problems to go away. I dont know why this works but it does." I wish that could make me feel better about my math grade. But it doesn't. I just hope my life turns out in a positive area.

Manner Unbecoming of a Sheriff's Deputy

So in chem we're learing about equilibrium. Definition? "A condition in which all acting influences are canceled by others, resulting in a stable, balanced, or unchanging system". That's what's happening to me right now, but on a different scale. Whenever my relationship with one person goes up significantly, my relationships with other people go down to counteract it. And that's pretty much my only reason for my swell in hateful thoughts recently. Not just 'I hate you because of your personality' kind of thing. I hate you because of your smile, the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you act, the way your FRIENDS act. It's just been hard to control recently. I don't want to go into examples, but one person in particular has filled me with such RAGE, I just want to rip my hair out and dance upon somebody's eyeballs. WHAT ABOUT FUCKING BOB, HUH!?

Love Fool

I haven't talked to Fiona in a while. I don't know why. Just don't feel like it I guess. If she needed to talk she'd call me, so I guess she's alright. I don't feel bad about it. Sometimes we talk everyday for an hour or two and then we just kinda need some space. But it's not just between us. Winnie and Fiona have had a kind of fallout too.

I don't know about that. I understand that Winnie needs constant pushing to do the things that she wants to do. But I think Fiona is just using that as an excuse to justify her actions. The truth is, I think Fiona is just angry that someobody finally told her that she tends to shape things the way she wants to when she recounts events.

You see, (and I KNOW she'll kill me for blogging this, but nobody reads it anyway... hopefully) Fiona likes to alter reality the way she sees fit. For example, everytime we talk she'd tell me about something something 'Iono. I forget.' After pestering her she still insists that she cannot remember. Then later on she'd reveal a little more information when she felt like it, and when i accused her of knowing more than she told me she'd say 'Oh I remember now' or 'I dont remember any more than that'. Its that conservation of basic info that makes it hard to deal with Fiona.

But its not just that. The whole reason Winnie and Fiona are tiffing is because Fiona can't keep her talk straight. I'm totally in for gossiping if its all pretty much true. That's the fun part. It's like a game of information. But anybody can make up their own so the second it start twisting and contorting into bad lies, I don't like it. Fiona's used to be easy slips, but now they've turned into whole conversations that never took place. That's just lying because you're bored. Well I do that too, but that's just for good stories. You're no supposed to make up info so that you can get away with stuff.

I guess, in the end, we're all just acting like children. Winnie for needing constant pushing, Fiona for being disingenuous, and me for being, well, me. I hope those two grow up, they'll need it. As for me, I don't think I will ever growup or want to. Simple as that. But one thing will always be true. I love my friends. I just hope they love me, too.

Do You Know What I Think About You?

I don't know about you guys, but morning the hardest part of the day, mentally and physically. Every morning I hear the blaring of my alarm clock, intent on destroying my eardrums. I respond reluctantly, but not after a mental debate on whether or not I should just DIE. Then I actually have to drag myself out of bed and drive myself closer to my alarm clock of death to turn it off. After picking out my clothes in the dark (hey, i do it and i have a great sense of style).

After driving back the banshee I have to take the shower. Coldest 5 minutes of my day. But that's not the worst part. The absolute WORST part of my morning is the 15 minutes i spend in anguish with the same song ringing in my head, repeating and repeating, and repeating into an oblivion of sounds in my poor, tired brain. Then comes sweet, soothing water...

But when it's done, I must leave. Such shame, just my naked body and the cold until I can dry myself off and put my clothes on. Then after 'bounding' up the stairs, what is there to eat? Poptarts and NOTHING! I hate poptarts. They sound too peppy. Definately not a morning food. Definitely not healthy, but the only thing to eat in the morning.

RACE DOWN THE STAIRS ONLY 3 MINUTES LEFT! THROW STUFF IN MY BACKPACK; DOESN'T MATTER WHAT! IN THE CAR DRIVE THE KIDS PARK THE CAR RUN TO CLASS I HATE MORNINGS!

yoda

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You know, sometimes I don't mind when people pretend like things mean something other than they actually are. Take english class, for example. Whenever you read something, teacher teacher always pretends like the smaller elements in the story actually mean something else. Like a little cochon de lait. Poetry is next on the list. When you tell me that four lines of nonsensical words and phrases actually means something other than 'This is the easiest way to pay my part of the rent'? Fuck you. All it is a hoax, to make you think that the author is some sort god of literature. Well, guess what, you're not, Kate Fucking Chopin.

Same thing that goes to you Star Wars fans. Don't get me wrong. I love Star Wars and all the nerds who love it as well, even if it is bad for their health. What I hate is when American Christians try to bend it to their will. It's not natural. They always think that they can use everything and anything to spead the word of God. I love God, but he has nothing to do with Star Wars. Am I the only one who thinks that God likes us to have secular fun every once in a while? Like SciFi? Episode III had some pretty bad lines ("If you're not with me.... then you're my enemy" You're right, Sheldon, George Lucas can be a sack of shit), but he doesn't deserve to be dragged into something that he has nothing to do with. So ask thee, Lord, on bended knee. SAVE STAR WARS FROM YOUR FANATICS! They are truly against what you are about. But hey, like anybody knows anyway.

Fandango

Everybody always says that it's better once you get it out of your system. Just say the magic words and you'll feel all better. Easier said than done, bitch. Once it all comes out, it sounds stupid and you wonder why you told anybody in the first place. Now, with your world in shambles, all you have left is you and your best friend, Shame. Shame always hangs out at my house. Why can't he stay at your place?


Soñado de venganza
Y yo te lo juro
Lo van a pagar

LIARS!

Have any of you seen that new coke commercial? The one with Lincoln High School as the setting. For those of you who haven't, here's a run down.

So there is a group of about 5 guys, and they're all hanging out in their school courtyard all looking at eachother and talking. Then a guy comes down the hill or whatever and jumps off the staircase. Up until now, it just sounds like Levi. But then you see that the guy is on a snowboard. Yes, a snowboard and yes, ther is snow. What. The. Fuck.

I mean, I know TV is fake, but this is just sad. You are desecrating OUR HOME TOWN, hollywood. Would you please keep your lies out of my territory. Don't make me pee all over it again.



my friend use to put his cat in a pillowcase and throw it down the stairs when we were little. the cat's name was Oscar. i use to to call him Oscar the grouch, because he was grouchy a lot of the time.
Maybe he was grouchy because you fucking threw it down the stairs in a pillowcase, genius.

Cool

(Ebony) There is a cat sitting on my foot.
(IDK) You kids and your jive talk.


How do slang and idioms make their way into our language? There are the easy ones like "spill the beans" (Romans used to elect people by putting different colored beans into a jar. If somebody 'spilled the beans' the secret would be out). But then there are the hard ones like "cool" or "spank the monkey". How the hell do those invade our mouths without us knowing?

Better question: How do we make new slang? They had a zits about it. Jeremy wanted to start a new slang word, 'Plasmic' i think it was, and tried to kick it off. He asked his friend how her day was and when she asked him about his, he responded that it was "plasmic". She gave him a dirty look and he made a snide, defeated comment. It failed, you know.

It must be really hard to pull this shit off. First of all, you'd need to have relevence to yourself. After all, why start a cool word if it means nothing to you in the first place? Second of all, It's got to be a cool word. It must make people WANT to say it. Third of all, it must have a following; nobody's going to start saying your word if nobody...starts..saying.......your word. yea. Sounds easy, doesn't it?

Easy like the high school exit exam.

Caress Me Down

when you're stoned at night the golf course looks like marioland
:
heh
i hum the theme music
and jump on bushes
but then i get all cut up
:


Iono. My friend was telling me about a little fun he had when he was smoking weed. "No Mike," he said, "We were only a lil high. You don't smoke, you wouldnt know. So just shut up and listen." And i did. I wonder where the line between "a lil high" and marioland is. I mean, you can't possibly get wasted after one puff. And if marijuana is that fun, then it should be alright. Everything in moderation, right?

But then theres the part where you exceed the "lil high" mark where it supposedly gets magical; that limit where the Goombas and Koopas pop out and wreak havoc on hole #9. Do they just kinda pop up? Or appear. Or materialize. Or what? Where do they come from. Can people see you talk to them? That would be a great video right there.


People talking to hallucinations. $9.95

Does Your Mama Know That You're Up?

I gotta start listening to more ABBA. But yea. I have come to the shocking realization that lots of people have hot sisters. I'm not kidding. But then I was thinking, what if i have a hot sister and there are 8th graders giving my sister the lookover?

When i brought my sister to Lowell as a shadow, everybody was saying something. Dayu of course made some sort of remark but i dont think that my sister heard. Joe was hitting on her with his pink shorts, but Mari quickly laughed him down. Then on the bus ride home Armen was telling me how hot my shadow was. When i told him she was my sister, he didn't believe me. When i convinced him, he quickly stood down cos he thought i was going to beat him up.

But am i required to beat possible boyfriends up? Johanna was telling me about her friend who's brother found out that his sister was going out with some guy. The next day he came to school with a baseball bat looking for him. I don't think i should have to do that. I would, of course, watch out for Mari and check the guy out and make sure he was okay. But there's a limit to that.

Carter is a perfect example. He's not really Connie's big brother, even though he's bigger than his sister, but he damn well acts the part. I dont know too much about how him and kelly started off, but i remember it being rather comical. I'm sure that if kelly became a psycho jerk, Carter would be there to intervene on Connie's behalf. Carter, i think, is a better big brother role model than that other guy above.

I guess eventually my sister is going to have boyfriends. Iono maybe not, but if she does, I'm just gonna get to know him a liiiiittle bit and let my sister go on her merry way. I won't intervene in anything untill something terribly (and impossibly) wrong happens. But yea.

So there you go. Have a hot sister? Watch out for her, but don't be stupid. Be carter.

Ikubak

ook out get out of way i'm going to the atomic cafe i'm going to the atomic cafe you're a mystery to me kabuki girl don't say sayanaro i want to see you tomorrow...



So I've decided that i want to live in an apartment when i grow up. You know how cribs people always have expansive houses with thousands of rooms and beds and couches? I want a 2 story apartment. It would have a nice little nook for this or that. And, of course, the spiral staircase and the fireman's pole.

But how would I finance this little abode of mine. Well, short of any "real" career, I'm guessing that I'd rather own my own bar... or a cornerstore... or gag shop. Think about it! The possibilities are endless. Let's explore.

Bar, pub, tavern, whatever. It would be awesome. First of all, there would be the front: one big wood door with the colored glass in it. There would be a big sign saying the name of my joint. There would be pool tables and pinball tables, and booths with tables. There would always be a nice conversation at the bar. Always rousing. Just some place thats really homey 'hey buddy, what's on your mind? this one's on the house'. Not to mention the interesting characters constantly walking in and out. Like CHEERS! but no annoying Fraisers.

Smash

We're not the ones whose pollution blackened our skies
And ruined the streams
We're not the ones who made the nuclear bombs
That threaten our lives
We're not the ones who let the children starve in faraway lands
We're not the ones who made the streets unsafe to walk at night

And even if we try and not become so overwhelmed
And if we make some contribution to the plight we see
Still our descendents will inherit our mistakes of today
They'll suffer just the same as we and never wonder why


Wow. That put it all in perspective. As children, we have a magical bubble of innocence. We'll at least I'm a child. I don't know about the rest of you (coughtommyashleycough). Children didn't start the war in Iraq. Children didn't start the holocaust. Children don't enslave immigrants who are out on our luck. But if it's not the children, then it must be the adults. Adults have the capacity to be evil. Where does the change happen? When do children who eat candy become adults to slit throats? I may be a mean little bastard, but i can't kill anybody. How can you kill somebody? I guess it must be easy. It happens all the time.

Pumbaa's World

I never used to think that cliche sayings had any real meaning. Be yourself, feel the burn, Hakkunah Mutata; all just phrases that applied to select situations in Disney shows. But now I'm starting to really understand the actual meaning, the special feeling thtat each cliche means.

I guess it started this year. When my grades started slipping, not only did i fail to be alarmed, but I stopped caring as well. Looking for a reason to explain this, I referred to an old warthog. Pumbaa always lived the free and easy life, no worries, just Hakkunah Mutata. This must have been the reason why I 'dont care about my future'.

It's not that i don't care about my future; it's just that I'm too lazy to figure it out. Some people have spent endless hours agonizing over the right choices to make so that they can turn out good in life. "If I take two years of horticulture at Syracuse and get into law school I can go for a degree in political science and then liberal arts because it's easier going from political science to liberal arts that it is to go from libeal arts to political science' AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!

When can i just start acting like a kid again? Did society really only allot me twelve years to have fun? I guess that's why old people say that youth is wasted on the young: it's because they WASTE OUR YOUTH!!! IT's theft! Arson! Rape! MURDER! Give me my LIFE back! I don't want to be ruled by your upper class of decrepid citizens! I hate old people... they can't drive, either.

You've Got a Blue Orchid

Ugh. World is crashing down finally. It's not like I didn't expect it, it's just that i thought i could avert it by putting a teensy bit more dedication in my work. But I guess that failed. I guess i'm just not the kind of person who finishes things. I'm more of the guy who starts things and just kind of... loses interest. School, unicycle, whatever. Just a failure.

So anyway. We have spelunked our newfound playland and can't wait to put it to practical use. The last dance, i guess. Or senior prank. But dude. Just dude that's so cool. We need a name, like the Underground Railroad, or is that taken? Pipe garden maybe, or the Rat's Nest. Whatever it's still cool. I just hope we dont get caught too bad.

I have opening nite starwarz tix. Hurrah! But then my parents are probably grounding me. I hope that doesnt mean i have to sneak out. that would be fun but i need something that looks like my head to put into my bed. This might be hard. But fun. hard but fun. IHATERO

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