Wednesday, November 27, 2002
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Thursday, November 21, 2002
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Hi. My name's Ian. Whatever. I can't really think of anything relevenat to say so I'm going to write a stream of consciousness deal and hope that something pops out. I hate headaches. I don't have one right now, but I hate them anyways. makes me think though, cuz they say the brain can't feel pain, but if so what is a headache. Something else apparently. I have camouflage boxers on right now. I was just thinking how if I was out in the jungle in my skivys, you wouln't be able to see me, or at least my waist. My very white skin would probably give me away. Why would i be in the jungle in my skivys? Who knows. Hey you know, I put a mirror on my wall behind my computer. I was just remembering why I put it there. My sister would always sneak into my room while I'm typing something or doing something on my computer, and she would scare the crap out of me. Now she can't do that anymore, eventhough she doesn't live here. Yeah, she's old, 21. I thought about it, that would be weird if she got married, she's goign out with this really great guy named Peter. Wouldn't that be weird, man I can't imagine that. Reminds me of the time Kyle, my unrelated brother, started driving, I totally could not picture him behind the wheel. But low and behold, he now has a very speedy Camaro, the old style like 1987 or something. ... I'm hungry I'm goign to make a snack. Ahh, a mayo sanwich and a glass of milk, the perfect midnight snack. Anyway I was thinking about it, does pinching yourself really allow you to tell if your in a dream or not? I mean if you can pinch yourself in your dream, often you can't becuase your conscious self is not in control, what happens, do you wake up? I've never tried that before, how come you wouldn't feel it? Lol. I just saw a commercial for the ACME dating company, that makes me laugh. In roadrunner, the coyote always ordered stuff from acme, and none of it ever worked. So it's obvious that this dating company doesn't work, man how dumb do you have to be. Any way back to what i was saying about dreams, sometimes I can feel things in my dreams. Like there was this one dream I had where I was running really fast and then I jumped and went straight up like a mile, i remember feeling the air blowing past my face. Weird huh? Come to think of it, I haven't had a dream in awhile. Well they say that you have dreams all the time, you just can't remember them. That sounds to me though like the tree in the forest (if a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?) if a dream is had, but you can't remember it, does it really happen? That seems sort of relevant. Hey good enough for me. This weekend I'm goign to North Carolina to visit my Aunt (dad's sister) and her husband. Man that guy is so cool. He's like a skater, but hes funny, and he's an avant biker instead of a skater. His son is a skater too, and he's only like 8. Thats so awesome (not becuase skaters are way cool or anything, just because they are cool people.) Anyway after that I'm going to Florida to visit my Uncle (dad's brother) who is also a way cool guy. We're going to Florida vs Florida State game and then i'm goign to tour the FSU campus on Monday, man, that's a long time without contact with my friends. Oh well, I'll get over it. Yeah just burning time.
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I'm just going to come out and say it, I HATE reality shows. Now, I don't hate a whole lot of things, and I'm usually not this extreme about things, but I hate reality shows. REALITY shows? It's an insult to my intelligence trying to pass these shows off as "reality". This isn't reality, so why call it a reality show, simply because it's unscripted (which now-a-days constitutes for only about half of all "reality" shows (they call it that because the fact that they are unscripted) whoa! double parenthesis, extreme!) does not mean that it's reality. You want reality? Go watch public television or the discovery channel, those documentaries are reality. What they should really do is rename all the reality shows "Who wants to be the most popular person in America for a week or two?" Because that's all it is, a bunch of people trying to become popular. Does anyone see this besides me? I bet you you can't remember off the top of your head who won Survivor 1, or Boot Camp. The American idol winner is already starting to fade out of existence, losing her place now to "The Bachelor" or whatever else is out there now, like Survivor Thailand. A fifth survivor, what the hell? Hasn't that show died yet? I will admit to have watched a few episodes of "Temptation Island" but even that was forced. Well I will say that increasing audience involvement by having polls, is smart, though some how I really highly doubt that they really rely on those (think about it, if the government has a hard time doing a poll, like for elections and all, how well do you think some studio in the middle of Hollywood can do it) I could really go into the media right now but that would take awhile. This is another one of those things I think of as I'm waiting for my Melatonin to kick in. Whoa, there it goes. Next stop, snooze city. Catch you on the flip side.
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Well, I was doing yard work today, ladies be thankful for what you are you don't usually have to do stuff like this. What I mean is guys tend to have to do stuff like mow the lawn and rake the leaves. Which is what I did today, rake the leaves. Except I didnt really rake them, I had one of those blower dealies so I blew the leaves into one big pile. Then we got one of those leaf vacuum dealies, you know the kind that suck up the leaves, chop'em up and then put them into a bag. Well, while I was vacuuming the yard (sounds funny but thats what i was doing) I started to smell that sweet smell of fall, you know what I'm talking about, you can't really explain it, you just smell it. I was thinking "ahh how nice" until i realized what was really going on, the vacuum dealie was producing a dead leaf dust that was getting in my nose. I sneezed a few times, but as I'm sitting here, typing this post, i can still smell the particles in my nose and on my clothes (hey that kinda rhymes). Well that's most of what I have to say, the other part is that I really wanna see SOLARIS on wednesday. Its a movie directed by Steven Soderburg (Traffic) and produced by James Cameron (Aliens, Titanic, Terminator 2 the list goes on) who are two of my favorite people in Hollywood. It looks weird, its classified as a Sci-Fi/ Fantasy/ Thriller/ Drama. Ooh man I wanna see it. Well the other thing is that I highly recommend the K-Pax Original Motion Picture Soundtrack by Edward Shearmur. I'm really not the whole classical war movie-esque, Forrest Gump, music type, but this soundtrack kicks my ass.
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Falling, I'm Falling
Have you ever walked through a room, but it was more like the room passed around you
Like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through.
Have you ever been at some place recognizing everybody's face
Until you realized that there was no one there you new. Well I know
Some days, My soul's confined and out of mind.
Sleep forever
Some days, I'm so outshined and out of time
Have you ever. Falling, I'm Falling.
Have you ever buried your face in your hands, becuase no one around you understands
or has the slightest idea what it is that makes you be.
Have you ever felt like there was more, like someone else was keeping score
And what could make you whole was simply out of reach. Well I Know
Some day I'll try again and not pretend
This time Forever.
Some day I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever.
Falling, I'm Falling.
Some days My soul's confined and out of mind
Sleep Forever.
Some days my darkest friend is me again.
Have you ever.
Some day I'll try again and not pretend
This time Forever.
Some day I'll get it straight but not today
Have you ever.
When the truth walks away, Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay.
So if you walk away, who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place.
When the truth walks away, Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay.
So if you walk away, who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to make the world be a better place.
When the truth walks away, Everybody stays
Cause the truth about the world is that crime does pay.
So if you walk away, who is gonna stay
Cause I'd like to think the world is a better place.
I'd like to leave the world as a better place.
I'd like to think the world.
-OFFSPRING
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While I'm busy drawing everyone a picture, lets learn a little bit about everybody. I took a "alcoholic personality" test today. I found that I was a depthe charge, which is beer and shnapps mixed in a weird way. It got me to thinking that people eat different kinds of foods in weird ways. Like I know Chris Johnson mixes Mayonnaise in with his ketchup when he eats french fries at school. Weird huh? Well incidentally I eat plain mayonnaise sandwiches as a light snack. Its weird but good. I like ham sandwiches and one day we were out of ham, so I made it with just mayo and mustard. Then just mayo and yummy! Well anyways, lets hear about some weird things you eat or do with your food.
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Wow today was awesome, well compared to yesterday it was. Well let's see. I did those two essays I had to write last night and I put them on a disc to print out. I was totally bummed out though, all the computers were taken in the library so I was like "crap this day is going to suck too". But it quickly turned around. I stroll into first period (college english I have modays and wednesdays, i had skipped it monday) my teach was like "here Ian I have a quiz for you to make-up". I had forgotten about the quiz so I was sweating bullets. Then he was like "I want you to go take it in the library." ! ! ! ! ! I was so excited! I went to the library and did my quiz ( i did cheat a little by looking at my notes) then I headed over to the now free computers and printed out both my essays. Talk about the pieces coming together. Second period came and I got called to the office to discuss my ISS. I was like " so here's where it starts going down hill" . So i go talk to Mr Hamilton, Satan's little brother. I convince him that it wasn't my fault for being late to public detention, so he tells me to get a note from my teacher. I go back to my ceramics class with the MAD NOOCH himself Mr Paris. He writes me a note saying that I was in there working on props for Bad Habits (which I really was but just not at the same time as the detention, Mr Paris ommitted the time on purpose so he wouldn't be lying, just omitting certain truths) and so I got off of ISS. I still have a public detention though next monday after school so dont let me forget. Wow that was awesome I really owe Mr Paris a lot, I was like "man i'm going to make you the greatest pot ever!". So I headed for Economics and My teach made me laugh. He coined a quote while he was handing out an assignment. -
"Life is B.S. , here's some practice at it " -Mr Sepsey
So the rest of my day was uneventful but the morning was awesome. I decided to start drawing these people with wings, the kind they specify. I started already, I'm doing Laura first cuz she gave me a coloring she did. I will do Adam second cuz he found my cellphone. So i'll try and get those up soon. Luck is definetly a crazy thing, if you beleive in it, or maybe its fate and Karma just screwing with me.
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
Monday, November 18, 2002
Saturday, November 16, 2002
Ya I had a sucky day today, but if you want to read about that, read the next post down. I decided I'm going to write about something thats way cool. Wings. Don't beleive me? Well then cram it! No don't cram it, sorry just a little of that bad day getting out..... I've always wanted wings. Ever since I was a kid ive been sort of obsessed. I even know how to move my back muscles as if I did have wings, kinda weird but hey thats me. Even if they didn't let you fly they would still be cool to have. First you would have to decide what kind of wings you would want. Faerie wings, bird wings (white makes you have angel wings), bat wings or dragon wings (which are different from bat wings cuz they have scales and not fur), or you could go magical like wings made of fire, or made of wisps of light (also very angelic). Man so many I can't decide. Then think of all the cool things you could do with them, like fly, or have a personal umbrella. All kinds of cool stuff. What kind of wings would you have and why? You can IM and Email me now! links at the top of the page
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Well today just randomly SUCKED it. Like Severely sucked it. Were talking the big suck, like overpowered vacuum cleaner suck. I'll start at the beginning. First, I woke up and there was no milk. Personally, whole milk is my nectar AND my ambrosia (greek mythology - nectar and ambrosia are what the gods eat), but we were out. So I grabbed a few bucks and headed out for a sausage biscuit and a coke (not the healthiest breakfast, though I am watching what I eat, staying away from greasy foods so this damned acne will go the fuck away). I ended up being late to school, which is hard to do seeing as how I dont have to be ther until 9:38. Since my art teacher is the mad nooch, it was ok. When I got to school realized I had left my bookbag in the auditorium the previous night, D'OH. I was like," I think I can manage without it for one day ", man was I wrong. So i get to third period, and what, BIG project due today? oh shit. So I told my teach I'd turn it in tomorrow. I was still feeling good at this time, cuz nowadays it takes a lot to get me out of a good mood. Well lunch strolls around and it seems I'm the only drama person who has C lunch. So I have to sell tickets for Bad Habits for them. ( it really doesnt bother me, just kinda boring sitting there with no one to talk to, though its inconvenient for me in someways, anyway I wouldn't be the cool guy I am if I refused.) So that was going to suck until Garrett decided to come and keep me company. Then we ran out of change so I was like, "ok I'll go out to my car and get some change" I go out i find the TOW TRUCK a few cars down from mine. I got in my car and drove off campus, narrowly avoiding being towed. Whew. I was supposed to have a Notebook quiz in 5th period today, which came close to sucking cuz my bag was still in the auditorium, but my teach forgot to write it up. Whew. So I get to sixth period, and of course, rather than doing what I want to do, which is hang with the cool people in drama class, I do what makes me such a cool guy, and go help Josh Wood with making those ashtrays for bad habits. Aren't I a cool guy? Anyways I hung with some of the cool drama people after school, and as we were having so much fun, I lost track of time and forgot I had Public Detention! ( i got that the previous day for walking the hall without a hall pass, how lame is that?) So i'm running down to the room i'm supposed to have it, and found out that if i'm late, then i'm fucked. All the kids in there were making fun of me for being late, I just wanted to blast them all to hell, but that wouldn't be so cool so I didn't (not that I had anything to blast them with, wait I'll blast them with MIND BULLETS!!). So I go up to the front office and take my punishment, ISS. IN SCHOOL SUSPENSION. After that I'm freaking out. Oh my God! ISS not cool. My permanent record is ruined, I'm fucked! (pardon my french but I've had a sucky day so I think I'm entitled) So I get back to the drama and I get so pissed I chuck my backpack, (which I picked up before I got to sixth period) at the ground, but I miss. I'm the only moron who could miss if I threw something at the ground. Anyways it landed ontop of an empty picture frame and shattered it, breaking my bagstrap permanently ( my old faithful backpack can no longer be used). I started cleaning up the mess I made when I cut myself in two places with the glass. One on my finger, and another huge one on my palm (I hid the one on my palm from my friends by clenching my hand into a fist, cuz I was still kinda embarassed I missed the ground, stupid ground). So I was really, really, really wanting to make this trailer for Bad Habits, but I figured "No Ian, you've fucked up pretty good, you had better not push it, take a break". Whatever voice in my head told me to do that (there are like 5) is a genius. I came home and finished an essay I was supposed write for Monday (yesterday) and I'm working on that project for 3rd period. I've been jamming to some of my favorite music (30 SECONDS TO MARS, JUNO REACTOR, K-PAX SOUNDTRACK) and relaxing. Hey and I found a loop hole in the ISS policy I think I'll try to take advantage of. I need the help of a teacher, but who better to ask then the MAD NOOCH himself, Mr Paris (art teacher). So eventhough this was the suckiest day ever I still feel like a million bucks, well maybe more like 50,000, but hey thats still MONEY! Yay more friends too! And don't forget to sign my guestbook!
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Chad Mays decide to hop on the bandwagon and try to be cool like all of us other bloggers. His page is up and I have linked to it. Let me say a few things about the Mays man. First is he is the best producer out of all of us, well tommy is pretty good, but Chad is better. It surprised me first that Adam came to me for the upcoming WW2 movie. It's hard to really judge artistic view on a five minute short film, but Adam must have really liked it, or maybe he just thinks that Chad wouldn't be able to make it how Adam pictured it. Who knows, either way I'm excited. We've been writing a romantic comedy called All About Her, its about a guy, his best friend, and their folleys in the ways of woman. It will be hilarious. I also have plans to make a lot of movies. I plan to make a hitman short film, a psychological thriller, this romantic comedy and the ww2 film. The psychological thriller is becoming more and more difficult. I'm writing the script, but I'm have some seriously gnarly writers block. We'll see what happens. In the mean time, the Lost Soldiers ( a movie that I play a character in and also direct special effects and pyrotechnics) is nearly completed and will be very awesome, so be looking for that coming this winter to a Milton High School Auditorium near you. Wow, look how many friends I have that have blogs. I added 3 or 4 today, I feel so special.
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Ok, the weirdest thing just happened. I was walking down a hallway in between 3rd and 4th period. I strolled up to a door and it opened, seemingly by itself. It startled me and when I looked up, I saw that I had opened the door, the weird thing was I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel my hands, not because they were freezing cold (actually they were quite toasty being in my pockets for awhile), no I just couldn't feel them. I entered sculpture, a class which is really hands on, and I could barely do anything. Sure, it's not like you need the feeling in your hands to do anything right? Wrong. I pulled out some clay and it fell out of my hand, I didn't realize it until a few minutes later. It was totally freaky. The feeling has come back, but I can still hardly feel the keys I'm pushing on the keyboard. Explain that.
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There is something nobody knows about me. To most everyone I know, I didn't exist before I came to Milton, so most everything that happened before is lost. Yet on my wrist, a scar remains. I used to be an unstable person. 7th grade was the worst, the darkest of my days. January 23rd. Everything seemed to be falling apart. My girlfriend had dumped me, my grades were slipping, my parents were not often home, I didn't have many friends. I had a razor. The cut wasn't deep enough, but it still bled. All that remains today is a cicatrix. It itches sometimes, it itches now. Hidden now by my watch, it grows red anytime I feel the way I did when it was made. A reminder. A memento. A warning. So now you know the dark side of my past. It itches now.
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So I got my comments links to work today so feel free to leave some of those. But who really cares anyway. It's been a slow day. I finally got some rest last night, I had some crazy dreams. Like I had this dream that a car crashed into my house. Weird. I'm having trouble thinking of things right now so I'll just leave you with something to interpret.
Shivering Light On White Walls
Cast by flickering flame
Secret strangers sulk in shadows
Unknown to known name
Grey mists see
Whatever there can be
Which is love, lost only to me.
Friday, November 15, 2002
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Monday, November 11, 2002
Well here I am. I'd like to note the time I'm beginning this, its 12:28. I got my head phones on and a ten hour playlist of music ready to go. Time to see how far I can go, I got a bunch of things to talk about, well not really but I'm sure I'll think of some things. For most of the posts before this one I was really avant on my spelling, but for this one I'm really not going to care. Let's get started. First off I'd like to comment on the state of people. After watching The Tonight Show with Jay Leno's jaywalking (a segment in which jay walks the streets asking people simple questions to expose the stupidity and ignorance of people) i thought, how is it possible someone could be that stupid. It's simple really, it's just a simple lack of caring. I've noticed more and more people today just not caring about anyone but themselves. The supposed "popular" kids at my school are a good example. The following holds true to most but not all. I listen in on some of the conversations that these people have amongst themselves, all I usually hear is something about themselves, or trash talking someone else. Occassionally they'll talk about a popular song on the radio, but they mostly stick to the topics. I try to picture what a day in the life of one of them is. Total lack of diversity, the same old tired routine of life for them its seems like. Oh, I'm sure they go to raging beer fests on the weekends with massive amounts of alcohol,sex,drugs and whatever else. But you got to think, how different can each of those parties be? Maybe getting stoned with different people keeps it intersting, but as far as my experience goes there's not much of a change. Anyway, that's not the point. The point is they don't seem to care about anything outside that world of theirs. They live in their own little Microcosm (oooooh! big word) of a universe, cut off from the rest of society, which really just seems to look in on them in admiration, much like a child looking at the world within a snowglobe. I see most of us, the normals (i say this because popular people really aren't normal, simple statistics, there's more of us then there are of them making us the majority and the normal) are more interconnected with the world, more into what's going on. So while they are off in their little snowglobe of a world, we are still here running the big picture. That's why they have to be so ridiculously less smart, they've been cut off from the rest of the world. It's not only the popular kids either, i've noticed that many branches of the High School Hierarchial structure exhibit the same behavior. Though it's nto complete, i think I have a pretty good catalogue of the social teenage structure so here it is. Ranked from what is considered the highes to lowest, but not necessarily true.
POPULAR KIDS - The supposed cultural elite, this includes pretty boys, prep-ees, trend setters, fine honeys (the kind that know it and are way into themselves), guys with nice cars, prom queens, prom kings, jocks, and the kind of people you would see on the WB. Most od these people I don't really mind, they tend to be nice, though some can be super mean. The GPA for guys in this group ranges from 70-85. For girls its 75-90.
THE CHRONIES - The people who think they're popular, or hang out with the popular people in hopes of becoming popular. These people are usually TOTAL A-holes, this includes jerks, b*tches, unpopular jocks, annoying girls, ugly girls who think they're all that and a bag, party filler people (the folks you invite to party to make it seem larger) and the mentally dependent. Most of these people I really can't stand, I think the most of all, the DEFINITON would have to go with Alex Carson. That kid is loud, obnoxious, irritating, immature, disrespectful and all together a total dumbass. Whats kind of funny is that one would usually associate "loud and obnoxious" with women (no i'm not bashing women here, simply stating that of all the loud and obnoxious people in the world a good majority of them are female) but in this case it's with a man, which makes him exceptionally irritating. Anyway, the GPA for guys in this group ranges from 60-80, and for girls 65-85.
THE NORMALS - The people who make up the majority of the people in school. This group is just cool. There so many people in it i'm not going to go on to specifics. But I know that me and all my friends are in this group. There are a few subcategories in this group, such as the Drama kids, the AP kids etc. some people cross the bounds of the subcategories and thats perfectly NORMAL. This group usually has higher GPA's in the A's, B's and high C's. All you normal kids out there should be proud to be who you are, and never confuse normality with conformity.
THE OUTCASTS - The socially challenged. People in this group tend to make their own trends or fads and conform to them. They include goths, punks, freaks, geeks, losers, separatists and the culturally shuned. I don't mean to be down on this group, but this is what they are. Actually many people belonging to this group are very nice people that I get along with well, maybe its that dash of punk in me. In any case the GPA for all people in this group is usually 80-0, yes zero.
THE POTHEADS - A very small group, but they still are very different from the rest of the group. Though there are folks who smoke pot from all of the above, these guys do it on such a regular basis that they become socially different. They tend to like phish, and other obscure bands. They tend to where flashier clothing that doesnt seem to conform to anything. They are much more mellow. Most of these people have very low GPA's but thats ok. Taylor Robertson and his friends are still fun to talk to and hang out with.
That pretty much sums it up. For me anyways, I don't think i left enyone out. Yeah it's about 3:00 right now and i've still got a lot more to say. I need to take a quick break . . . . . .So I've already exceeded the length of that other post that screwed up things a bit, so im guessing that was just a freak accident. Anyway during my little break I started thinking a little bit about my good close friends in drama. The next play bad habits is premiering very soon, but one of the actors, Sterling Metz, seems to be sick. he may have mono, in which case Poulos (our drama teacher, a really way cool guy when he doesnt have a million things on his mind) will audition understudies for the part. I think I will audition if there are. i have a pretty good german accent. My competition would be Chris J and Adam. Speaking of Adam, man his blog is so much more interesting than mine. Yeah, mine's pretty boring, I mean who wants to read this long asss blog anyway. Laura's blog is fun to read too, heh she got called by the cops today. makes me wonder why nothing interesting never happens to me anymore. Ah, Laura, what a person. I could go on and on about her, but I don't have the time to write it all down. As of now she's the only person who has signed MY GUESTBOOK. I kinda wish I could see her more often during the day, i usually have to wait until 6th period, and thats at the end of the day. But anyway, back to Adam, he pointed out to me Garrett's (a friend and member of 2am productions our film company) blog, which in a pretty damn harsh way criticizes a lot of the people he knows and is friends with. To my enjoyment I wasn't mentioned, sort of my goal - ill go on with that a bit later. Adam fired back with a harsh critique of Garrett that I, unfortunately agree with. It tells of Garrett's recent betrayal of us. A few weeks ago he shacked up with a pretty high maintenance girlfriend, Jessica, and since has sort of ditched us. He hasn't spent time with us at all. We hardly even see him outside of school. I think he needs to lay off the Jessica a little bit.
Ok so on to what I said earlier about goals. Growing up with my buddy Kyle has altered my personality a bit. Kyle is an extremely argumentative person, if you don't see things with him eye to eye, he'll try and prove his point of view to you no matter until the cows come home. And a lot of the stuff he'll go on about is pretty stupid. So I taught myself to be neutral without being neutral. Or I tell him what he wants to hear just to get him to shut up. He's still a kick ass kinda guy, just a bit annoying at times. So this neutrality has kind of imbedded itself into my personality so I kind of have an underlying goal. I try not to do or say anything that will get people talking about me behind my back, critically and whatnot. I really hate the idea that someone can feel that they can't say something to my face. If you have something to say I'd much rather have it to my face than behind my back. So that's kinda why I was releived I wasn't on Garretts list. and thats all I have to say on that.
Autumn. My Favorite time of year. Its so great, today was a prime example. Here's why it's better than all the others. The first is color. No other time of year do you get these badass colors in the trees (by the way thats why evergreens SUCK!). I saw a tree today whos leaves were a blindingly bright yellow. It was awesome. Shadows, this time of year you get tons of shadows pouring throught the waning trees. I love driving down the road passing from light to dark to light to dark. I actually did so today with all my windows rolled down going about 75 mph, listening to some awesome music. Another thing is the dead leaves. They are so photogenic in my mind, what outdie scene wouldn't be complete without some leaves blowing in the wind eh? Well i think I'm done writing for tonight. I'll either go to bed, which I don't really want to do cuz Ill be super cranky in the morning, or watch the extended version of the Fellowship of the ring. i'll leave my closing thoughts of Laura and of a great lyric by THE OFFSPRING which describes my day in drama today.. er. yesterday. "Have you ever walked through a room but it was more like the room passed around you, like there was a leash around your neck that pulled you through?" and by the way eventhough the posts time doesnt say so it is 4:12 am.
Have you ever heard of those phrases that don't mean anything. Like "what is not is" or "From whence came whence". I've seen those in a few books I've read. If you look at them they kinda make you think. From whence came whence, maybe that means "where did the word whence come from?" or even more "where did that place come from" hard to tell. "what is not is" wow thats a weird one. Maybe its means everything that does not exist, exists. Reading deeper in that, perhaps it gives reference to intagible or abstract things, such as emotions and thoughts. Whoa a true thinker there. Or maybe it means that there is a difference in the state of being, in other words, The two words "is" in the sentence have different meanings. Ow, that kinda hurts my head. in any case they are interesting.
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My cat Chance, is awesome. That past week he's been acting really strange, getting on top of things, and sleeping on the bathmat in the bathroom. He's been running a lot when he's on the ground. Today I figured it out. There are fleas on the carpet. Yes he's been hopping on too of stuff to escape the fleas. Now what pet can u name that will do that. Man my cat is awesome. He talks to me, not in english, but i can understand what he's saying, and he understands me pretty good, some times I talk to him in my made up oriental language (its souds like japanese but its jibberish) but he stills seems to know what im saying. Me and him like to just, you know, CHILL. When he's outside at night and wants to come in, he'll jump up on my window and claw at it until I wake up. When I come in after school he's all like "whats up dude!" and I'm all like, "whats up little dude!". My cat also is not declawed, so he goes around the neighborhood beating up dogs and other cats that invade his territory. He's all like "get up out my territory B*tch!" and then they're all like "make me!" and my cats all like "OK!" and then he does. Yes my cat kicks some serious pet arse! He's a shy guy though. Other people he's slightly afraid of and tends to hide. But once he knows a person he gets all suave and cool. He has attention tolerances too. If your giving him too much he'll let you know, he'll get annoyed and lay some wrath upon you if you don't heed his warnings. Yeah my cat is way cool. I'll get some pictures soon.
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My previous post got completely screwed up because I made it too long, and it changed the little edit dealie to a link to a site I designated, I didnt realize that damn poem was that spaced out... My bad. Now I feel Embarassed, but I have an idea that'll fix it,(ill set it so it wont be on the main page, just go to the archive if you really wanna see it.) at least until i dont feel embarassed any more, which will be a few days.
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I should be working on my art projects right now, as I sit here at Mr. Paris's computer typing away. I should be attempting to catch up, as Im far behind due to the play, The Elephant Man. But I'm not, and I don't feel bad. In reality I'm just waiting fro some glue to dry. Anyway I was walking throught the halls again today and I saw some of my friends and my Super friends and it inspired me to write a poem.
For I am Gone
I am not there for I am gone.
Far away and seeking dawn.
Sleeping day and traveling night.
All the way by candle light.
If I were not here I would be there
Giving you tender loving care.
For I am here I am not there
Without i almost cannot bare.
Here I travel on the course.
Here I travel on my horse.
Soon, I hope, My quest will end,
And soon, I hope, this note I send
Go to you with love that flows
all the way the river goes.
For I am gone, but do not cry
Till I return I say good-bye.
Well in reality, I wrote this in the 8th grade, but I remembered it, so I looked it up on
Whilst driving home from work today, listening to my favorite band INCUBUS, I thought about why our generation listens to music so loud. My theory is this. When the bass guitar and bass drum showed up in the middle of the 20th century, people found that by listening to their favorite music louder, they could not only hear the music, but also feel it (bass frequencies are close to the resonant frequency of H2O causing things to vibrate), Giving rise to loud music listening. Another thing, those guys driving around with super bass amps in their trunk so that people can hear them coming from a mile away. Here's my theory on that. Not so much for themselves, more to impress their friends and draw attention of those who don't want to give it. Just a ploy for popularity.
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A friend of mine, Adam Scherer (pronounced "Scher"), wrote a long blog today about how much Keanu Reeves sucks. It upset a super friend of mine, Laura Murphy (pronounced "Murphy"), who I hope emails me (address at the bottom of the page) to tell me her blog site, and who just so happens to be in LOVE with Keanu. I decided to contemplate my position on the Keanu topic. I thought to myself many things. The Matrix was his best work by far. Next I would say The Devils Advocate. Speed was pretty good. My friend Kyle and I just adore Point Break, Bill and Ted's excellent adventure was sweet, I loved that as a kid. The watcher sucked, but I don't beleive that was all Keanu's fault. WHO WAS AWESOME IN Bram Stoker's Dracula? Keanu was. The replacements and hardball, they weren't terrible, but I don't see Keanu as the sports movie type. Johnny Mnemonic, I thought the gadgets and stuff were cool, not so much the movie itself. Then he's been in a bunch of other movies that I never saw or never heard of. But thats ok. Well I like Keanu, he's a cool guy, and he seems like a guy I would hang out with, though I still think it's fun to make fun of him. :)
Ok, I was walking through the halls of my school and I thought to myself, why are there so many doors blocking the hall ways? I mean there is a door at the end of each hallway, does anyone find that obnoxious? And whats more, who decides which way they swing? I know that in someplaces, street signs are strategically placed to cause annoyance and difficulty. The North Point Mall, for example, has a road that goes all the way around it, you'll find that while traveling on that road, it is much more difficult to get off and leave the vicinity of the mall, then it is to get on the road and to the mall. Is there some sort of strategy in the placement of doors at the school? As it is much easier to push a door than it is to pull a door. I see that all the doors on the outside swing outward, but i beleive thats only because that specific door can only be locked on one side. I noticed that most of the classroom doors swing inward, toward the classroom, but there are some that do not (Mr. Poulous's door and the Art department door.) Thats the same for Janitorial closets and display cases, there are some that swing out, and some that swing in. Staircases are the worst. Some dont even have doors, and some do, and some have a door at one end, but not the other. And they vary in which way they swing. Here's something that may freak people out. The boys locker room door swings outward (pull), while the girls locker room door swings in (push), almost like it's inviting people to come in (not necessarily just girls). Bathrooms, some have doors, some don't, weird isn't it. When I started this post it was just a thought, now its driving me crazy, or maybe I should except the fact that whoever designed this building is a complete whack job. (by the way I go to MILTON HIGH SCHOOL)
Wow, look at me, going on and on about doors. I think of some weird stuff when I'm bored.
Well Halloween has come and past. Or has it, maybe were all inside some giant computer program run by robots from the future! Maybe I'm the guy who's supposed to save the human race by bringing down that very computer program and releasing all of us from that evil prison. Then again maybe I'm just a guy who watches too many movies and just happens to have a full length black leather trenchcoat (which i got for $180 at burlington coat factory about 10 months ago). Go figure. Check out the pictures here. Hey if you wanna email, its VegaObscura0@yahoo.com
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Alright, I was up late last night, and when I'm up late and am waiting for my Melatonin to kick in and knock me out ( by the way i take some Melatonin everynight so I can sleep and get a better tan, if i don't I become insomniotic) Well anyway I tend to think a hell of a lot when im lying there watching my ceiling fan go round and round in the darkness. I thought about something I heard on the news, a cold blooded murder. What exactly do they mean by "cold blood"? It's not exactly specific. Does that mean it was a crime of passion? Of hatred? Or does it mean the killer is indifferent to the persons death, in otherwords, could really care less if the person was dead or not. Here's something more, if there is a "cold blood" killing, can there be a "warm blood" killing? Or is it more like the opposite of good-bye is hello, not bad-bye. Made me wonder. Well that was my main thought last night. I also think about people I know when im waiting to sleep. Just last night I was thinking about a friend of mine named Aniele. I like to think I have people's personalities figured out, it helps me get along with them. I was thinking of Aniele's personality and I realized how confusingly complex it was. She's so incredibly independent its scary. I'd like to think she's the kind of person who strongly believes men and women are equal, yet still reserves the right to be as womanly as possible. And one thing you do not do is mess with her, you do and she'll hunt you down like a rabbit. I see a lot of woman these days, (and im not trying to be sexest or anything), being defined by their relationship with men. I don't see Aniele that way at all, actually quite the opposite. Very interesting indeed. Who knows, maybe thats not what she's like at all. I hope not, I like her the way she is.
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