Friday, January 31, 2003
Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Sunday, January 26, 2003
Friday, January 24, 2003
Oops, I punched a hole in my door. Yes, I have been angry, very angry lately, the recent thing with Chris has gotten me pretty damn pissed off, and its not just the blog he wrote anymore, he's been doing some other rage inducing deeds that I'm not supposed to talk about, but that's only one amongst many things. Sometimes, I jab my door closed with my fist, or sometimes with the bottom of the palm of my hand (I cant remember the exact name of that part right now, but its the part on your hand where it connects with the wrist), anyway I just kinda smack the door closed sometimes, not because I'm mad or anything, and I usually don't do it hard at all, I dont want to hurt my hand or anything, I just feel cool if I do some sort of cool Kung Fu move on it , but today was different. I WAS angry when I did it, so I hit it really hard, and now theres a fist size hole in it. I punched right through one side and almost through the other (the door is hollow in case you didnt know). It slammed so hard that my Elephant Man poster slid off the wall and the frame's glass shattered (kind of symbolic if you think about it, and beside the total Chris ego trip from it, I enjoyed that show). When my parents got home I played it cool, I've learned not to be stubborn with my parents, I usually tell them exactly what they want to hear so I don't get in trouble (Chad I suggest trying that sometimes with your mom). So I figured it would have been stupid of me to try and cover it up (which is what I would have done about 3 years ago), and just told them exactly what happened as soon as they walked in the door. So I'm not in trouble for it, which is good. I thought when I saw the damage "Surely I must have broken my hand" but it hardly even hurt when i did it, and it doesnt hurt at all right now, actually it doesnt ever hurt when I punch. I'm not a very violent person in reality, I've been in only 4 fist fights in my life, and three of them were with Kyle (remarkable that hes still my friend isnt it?). The other was with this kid back in 5th grade named Chris Powers, he punched me in the ear as I was walking away, avoiding the fight, when he did I got fucking pissed that he would do such a thing to such a pacifist person like myself, so I took him down and wailed on him, next time maybe he'll think first before he decides to pick a fight with a guy trying to avoid a fight (sounds a bit odd doesnt it). Actually I've never lost a fight, which I'm sort of proud of because I don't like to, kinda like a movie I saw once, where the guy was built to kill and would win in every fight, but didn't like to fight because of it. Don't mess with the bull, cuz you'll get the horns! Yes I beat Chris Powers, I smacked down Kyle and today I beat my door, that'll teach that door ( I kinda pictured the door as Chris J., because I've really wanted to smack him in the face for some of the shit he's been pulling) There are consequences though, physical consequences, anytime I use my fist in anger, even if its with a door, I end up shivering uncontrollably soon afterwards for long while. I don't know why, I'm not cold or scared or anything like that, but I'm shivering like crazy over here and I can't stop it. Is there something wrong with me? But anyway, I stand up for what is right and usually I have a good sense of that, and if it prompts me to use my fists of steel, then so be it.
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When I was about 12, I though I might end up being a psychiatrist. You know why? Because I like analyzing people, and listening to peoples problems. Well, now I know i'm not goign to be a shrink, but I still analyze people. I've done this a few times to get to the roots of why Ira Kapinski ticks me of so much, here's what I've discovered. First lets look at the surface. Hes got that whole "Im an enigma" thing going on (which I'll admit I was into at some point or another, but quickly found how stupid and superficial it was. Has anyone ever seen that girl who wears slutty old victorian style dresses? Freaky). I can get past the pants and the shirt, and even the hat he wears, but those glasses go way to damn far, why does he wear them you ask? To get attention! He wants people to look at him and be like "oh its the kid with those huge sun glasses". Its what they're all after, I know because I've been there (actually those super baggy pants are pretty damn comfy). But if it were just the clothes, I wouldn't hate him, the thing is it's not jsut the clothes. Let's look a little deeper. The kid has HORRENDOUS social skills, I mean absolutely terrible. I've met some pretty socially crapped out people, but I'm not exaggerating when I say his are 30x worse. He brings it on himself though, he won't seem to open his eyes and take a gander at the world, the people around him, figure out how to not act like a total whack job, (and if you've seeen what I've seeen you'd understand). There's only one reason for this, he wants pity. That's why I get angry when people say "I kinda feel sorry for him", because thats what he wants. His voice, his facial expressions all cry "PITY ME". That's how it works, once you pity him, you start to be all nice and friendly with him, then before you know it hes got you. And publicly scolding him doesn't help either, it just makes him look more pathetic and everyone else more sympathetic towards him. I would suggest just completely ignoring him, when he lashes out with his incredibly worthless social agenda, ignore him, act like he's not there, don't pay any attention to him, because it's that attention that makes him carry on that life style. Its because that it works sometimes, that why I hate him. He's a loser that doesn't deserve the sympathy some give him. So PLEASE don't pity him, you'll be able to see exactly what I mean if you do, you'll see that he'll start acting like your his friend, or getting the mentallity that you actually like him. I serious about taking my advice, you'll be sorry if you don't, I jsut hope for some of you its not too late. That's the diagnosis of this psychiatrist.
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Ughh, I had a sucky day yesterday, well most of it anyway. It started out kinda slow. I woke up and I had to read an 80 page script for a movie I was going to film that evening, and the thing was, I don't even want to film the damn movie, I wanted to stay out of it from the beginning. At first I had succeeded, Kyle only wanted me to play a very small part. Then however, his lead actor Adam quit and his production began to fall apart. As a last ditch effort he called his best friend of 15 years for help, and because Im such an awesome friend I said "Ok, I'll play the part". I'm such a fucking Chump. Is the word "NO" in my vocabulary? What the Hell! SO yesterday I wasn't supposed to film, because Chad and I worked out a scheme to where a camera wouldnt be available to Kyle, therefore, he wouldnt be able to film. It was going good at first, but NO, Chad buckled under Kyle's constant pressure and worked out a deal with Kyle to where they could BOTH film with me. I felt like I had no say in it at all! I wanted to do other things, Sarah invited me to an outing, I wanted to go to that, but it didn't look like that was going to happen, but I left the option open and gave her my cell phone number to call after the play got out. So I went to film with Kyle, and certain circumstance allowed for an early release from the filming with Kyle. It was 7:30 and I was like "Ohh, cool maybe I can get filming with Chad early and finish before the play gets out!" So I went on home and gave the Chadster a call, only to find he had gone out with friends. I was SO pissed, how could he ruin my saturday night TWICE! I was about to explode, I wanted to kicks some serious ass, I didn't care whos, but I played it cool and suppressed that anger and it turned around in the end. We finally got together at school and Jason invited us to go along with the Breakfast Club crew to diner. Yay, that worked out thank GOD ( I was really dreading the scene we were going to film because it was supposed to be one of the hardest) So we went out and I got to meet Sarah's friend Casey, who by the way Sarah was really cool (anyone whos favortie movie Is Donnie Darko automatically gets like 10,000 cool points). So that turned out well. Then we ended up just filming a short easy scene we were going to get out of the way. It involed Jason, who kept in fun and interesting, so thanks to Jason, the night was saved. But sheesh, I've been having a problem saying 'NO" to people lately, its getting extremely obnoxious.
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Everyone's a Genius
Brushing up On Irony
But no
No One's free
Everyone's a Salesman
Gushing with Sincerity
Or so
So it seems.
-Abandoned Pools
Thursday, January 23, 2003
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Saturday, January 18, 2003
Friday, January 17, 2003
In those long drawn hours last night I got bored, so I watched the world freeze over in through my window. It was intersting watching everything get whiter and whiter, its too bad it didn't snow any harder. By morning I knew school was going to be out, so I went to sleep for a few hours. Then I woke up. Today I hung out with five mexican guys, sounds kinda weird doesn't it? Well they came to install the new carpet my parents got. Eventhough we didn't have school today, I ended up working my ass off, schlepping furniture here and there. I also got a chance to work on my very rusty español. So while cleaning my room up after removing everything, then putting it all back, I stumbled across some of my old. old school stuff, ranging from 3rd grade to 8th grade. It brought back a bunch of old memories, then I was all like "why the hell do I still have this! no wonder my room is so damn cluttered and messy all the time!" So I threw most of it out, save 2 composition notebooks from 8th grade because it had some of my old poetry and drawings I wasn't ready to part with. I junked a shit load of stuff today including my entire bookshelf, I gave most of the books to good will, except for a select few of my favorites. So I finally gots me some Melatonin! So with all the tiring work i did today and my PILLS, I'll be in such a sleep tonight, and I get to sleep in tomorrow! I used a phrase today I haven't used in awhile "G Funk in Funktown" , I usually use it to ask someone if somethings wrong, I'll be like, "Hey man, you got some kind of G Funk In Funktown?". Weird.
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My face feels like its going to explode from the sinus presssure. Stupid cold is being incredibly annoying, i'm surer it would go away if only i could fal asleps. My eyes hurt too and it makes it hard to read stuff. Stupid thing, I think I'm going to take the morning off tomorrow. Hey, I just had the most delightful conversation with Sarah, and that made me feel better. Thats all for now until i can get some fucking sleep god damnit.
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Yes this one sucked so much, eventhough we didn't even go to school. I woke this morning after a two hour rest. I felt like shit when I woke up, I had come down with a cold or something. i had the sniffles all day and a sore throat. I wasn't goign to let that ruin my day, there were still many things that made it worse. I had planned to go film today with Chad and Adam and Garrett. I called Chad today to find out that he had volunteered for work that day, I was like, oh god what a fuck, he knew I wanted to film today so why did he volunteer? I found out later his mom had volunteered for him (thanks again Mrs. Mays). So I was bummed about that. I called Garrett up but he didn't answer the phone. But I didn't let that stop me, I called up Adam and told him to come over. Then I called up Chris because i needed a Cameraman. That was a pain in the ass, i hate having to schlepp all the way out to Chris's house, its so damn far away, but I did it because I wanted to be productive. So we get out to our filming location, and by that time, half the shit I wanted to do I couldn't because of the lack of Garrett and Chad. So we end up getting done pretty quick, and I also dropped my camera in the mud. WTF?! Why is there still mud there, it hasn't rained recently, has it? So anywway I wanted to puke after that, but instead I went over to Adams house for a little while. Then I schlepped all the way out into nowheresville to take Chris home. It was then that my lack of sleep really started to catch up with me. My reaction time had begun to slow, and I am feeling weird annnd light. I lost all feeling in my skin, yeah I went numb. I stopped off at Chads just briefly to pick up my book bag, and almost forgot it again on my way outthe door. one weird thing that happend to me today, I saw like 10 cats today, just randomly, walking down the street, walking across the street, in my driveway, everywhere. It was weird. I ended up not seeing The Hours like i wanted to. When I got home, the house was filled with dust, I got a bloody nose from it, and I've been sneezing nonstop. So today totally sucked my ass. Well, in my past, bad days have been followed by relativily good days, but in this case I'm afraid it might be reversed as Friday and Saturday and Sunday were good days....
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One of the greatest movies ever in my opinion. I've actually decided to me there is a difference between the best movies of all time and my favorite movies. In the category of my favorite movies, this one ranks number two. I would say the onyl flaw to it is the story isn't quite as strong as the rest of it. Laura asked me today why Jake Gyllenhaal deserves a high five, and I would say because of this movie. The strongest point I think was the cinematography. This movie, and I'm man enough to say this, made me cry. No I don't mean just getting misty enough to shed a tear like at the end of Saving Private Ryan, I mean I cried like a girl. I kept going even after the movie had ended for some time. Wow, no movie has ever been able to do that to me. Usually by the credits I'm over what happened at the very end, but man I kept crying for a good 15 minutes. Even now as I'm listening to the soundtrack alone I'm getting a bit misty. The funny thing is, it really wasn't the story that made me cry, just the way it was filmed along with the music. Bet you can't say that about a whole lot of movies. But as it is on my favorite movies list, it's not for everyone, so don't go out and rent it, then come back and say "wow Ian, you're stupid, that movie sucked my ass" because I already explained that I love it, and you aren't going to convince me otherwise.
In other news, this weekend has been pretty damn good, eventhough I've had a serious lack of sleep. Friday with the boyz was fun, we filmed a commentary for our movie Execution (whoa nerd alert) but it was fun. Saturday at Sarah's party was enjoyable, laying there with Laura watching Liar Liar with all the cool people, will be a lasting memory. Sunday, frantically running around trying to pull together a costume that I would only end up wearing for about 15 minutes was stressful, but the party was fun, and nothing beats watching elimidate with. Today will be a major day of filming, we're filming for my movie and Chad's, and we are going to go see The Hours at 5 ish. Yay!
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That's the number of hours I've slept in the past 56 hours. Yes, I ran out of Melatonin Tuesday, thats ok though, I'm feeling quite chipper. ( did I just say chipper? holy crap, I must be going crazy) Last night I slept over at Chad's house, if you even call it sleeping. I really just lay there staring into dark space. I would have come and blogged this last night, but it was so freezing cold in Chad's basement, that I didn't want to leave the warmth of my sleeping bag, and my boxers don't provide that much insulation. So I just thought about stuff, half of it I can't remember. I saw About Schmidt, I thought about that for awhile. It was a delightfully funny movie, and though I was expecting to see Cathy Bates naked (whoa that was gross, but props to her for doing it) I didn't expect to see a nice shot of Jack's ass. It freaked me out, but I got over it. I thought about my movie for a little while, some nice little scenes I concocted in my fatigued mind. I also started to write a poem in my head, I had written the whole thing, but I forgot half of it. Oh well, I'm looking forward to Sarah's party tonight, though I can't stay for more than two hours cuz Chad wants to film some of his short film, Bottle Cap. It's a dark comedy about these two bumbling hitmen, though its a short film, the script is hilarious. So be looking forward to that all you cool people, that and Lost Soldiers, which premiers some time in early February, and my movie, so booya!
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I've noticed that women make up a huge part of my blogging audience, so this one is sorta directed at thems. Also, I've been watching Moulin Rouge, which has got me feeling amorous. Ahh, and the old Melatonin is in short supply, so a late night this will be. Anyways, In college english on wednesday we analyzed a poem called "A valediction: Forbidding Mourning" . The poem was really good, its really long so I wont post all of it, instead Ive chosen the best stanzas and put them together.
So let us not melt, and make no noise
No tear-floods, nor sigh tempests above
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love
But by a love so much refin'd
That ouselves know not what it is
Inter-assured of the mind
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other doth roam
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows again, as that comes home
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th' other foot obliquely run
Thy firmness makes my circle just
And makes me end, where I begun
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Sunday, January 12, 2003
My cat is the coolest cat in the world. I love him so much. If I were a gay cat, I would be all over him, but Im not so were just the best of friends. Anyways he sleeps on my bed on a pillow next to me. One night I was laying his pillow and he laid down so that his head was right against my forehead. When I fell asleep, weird stuff started to happen. I had the weirdest dream, as if I were him having a dream. Also, theres a thing called a napjerk (no its not a wet dream), its a thing that happens when unexpected happens while you're dreaming. Your brain makes all your muscles contract just briefly and you have like half a spaz. Anyway before that I had only napjerked like three times in my life, last night made it six! Yeah, I had three napjerks last night, it was weird, after the third I woke up and moved away from my cats head, and it stopped. WEIRD! Well it was cool, yay for my cat! I love my cat!
Well in other news, I did some pretty different stuff today. I didn't get dressed until just before I left the house, it kinda backfired because when I got to school, I realized hat i had a freaky stain on my jeans! So what did I do? I went home during first period and changed my pants. It only took me like 15 minutes, and when I got back I took a different path from 2nd to 3rd and ended up seeing like 4 people I know! YAY! I felt kinda shitty after Black Comedy today, PARTLY because Jason asked Chad to do the trailer for Breakfast Club rather than me, but thats ok, Chad is better at it anyway, and a two hour talk with Aniele and Chad and Adam and Poulos cheered me up! Mostly Aniele, so yay for Aniele! But something as stupid as a trailer shouldnt have made me feel as shitty as I did, I not sure why, I felt like a great dripping load. It was odd for the high energy mostly good day I had. Well, thanks to the pals I feel better! Yay for you guyz!
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The days go by, everyone similar to the last. We all walk the same path, and sit in the same seat, and stare blankly in the same direction, day in and day out. The same blood pumps through our veins, we breathe in, we breathe out. You wake up at the same time, exercise the same routine in getting ready for school. Are we doomed to live our lives the same everyday. For many of us, relief comes in the weekends, or in the breaks, when we get to do what we want, not what we need. What's to say this world isn't another world's hell, or heaven? In the future, many will suffer the same grueling repetition, only in a different fashion. The world is full of people do the same menial tasks every day, the same routine. It's no wonder the masses are so easy to manipulate. Are we condemned to this fate? NO! Break away. Wednesday I want everyone to do something different. Get out of bed and get ready in a different way, try something sporadic. Take a different route between classes, do something that you'll remember for awhile. It may turn out disasterous, but at least it will be different. And if it is, you always have friends to help you have, and maybe you can try again another day. It may turn out intersting, you may see someone you know taking a different route, you may get done getting ready faster. JUST DO SOMETHING DIFFERENT! Ok?
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Saturday, January 11, 2003
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Thursday, January 02, 2003
The capacity for intelligence, logic and problem solving. A strong mind can sort through the most tangled of situations, but is not necessarily good at school or learning. People with strong minds tend to be leaders, though some keep to themselves. A weak minded person falls easily to stereotypes and conformity and often chooses the wrong way out of every situation.
The physical essence of a person. Not necessarily based on strength and endurance. A strong bodied person is satisfied with their appearance to a high degree, often having high self-esteem. People with strong bodies are able to stick up for themselves and others when in need, and are often courageous. A weak bodied person will have very low self-esteem, and will often let society get them down.
The capacity for love, compassion and caring of course. One with a strong heart is quick to make friends and lovers. The strong hearted will think about all others first, and one's self last. They're are good listeners and often know what to say to make someone feel better. The weak hearted are usually very selfish, but not necessarily cruel. They tend to be alone very often and keep their own opinions to themselves. They also tend to be anti-social.
The capacity for art, humor, will and conscience. Those with a strong soul will see art in almost anything and tend to be involved in some form of it. (theater, music, painting etc.). Many are very religious as religion is good exercise for the soul, but many are strong with out it. People with strong soul's are incredibly strong willed, and do not give up very easy. A weak soul leads to immoral behavior and often cruelty and malice. People with weak soul's have little sense of constitution and a very dirty conscience, and are often har criminals.
Exercise all of the essences vigorously every day to keep them strong, if you don't they may gradually become weaker and weaker. What do you think your strongest is?
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So I went to see two movies tonight, Adaptation and Narc. Me and the boys Adam and Chad, plus Laura and Clarke went to see Adaptation together. Oh my god. It felt so weird, being in there, connecting with the characters, they had so many striking similarities to me. The twin screenwriters Charlie and Donald were like each side of my personality. Donald (the side of my person most people see on the outside) is the very social and out going one, not often does he hesitate to say whats on his mind. Donald also writes a screenplay in the movie that is SO similar to mine its almost scary, so now I feel kind of stupid continuing it because I don't want people to say "Oh you got that from Adaptation!", but actually it gave me a new idea for a screenplay that I may write. Charlie (the side not many know about on the inside) is the side thats always nervous about what he says and does, always doubts himself around women, always tells himself to somethign romantic, but ends up chickening out. Donald said something to Charlie though that plucked a chord of mine, it goes something like "Life is about who you love, not who loves you". Well anyways, I loved it so go and see it! After the movie we headed to Burger King for a bite and a discussion, we ran into some rude and crazy old lady. We sat at a booth and she was on the otherside and she randomly complained to us that we were shaking the booth, when we certainly weren't doing anything of the sort, and someone (i think Laura) pointed out a good point a bit later, what if one of us had Parkinsons disease or something! That would have made that crazy old lady ashamed of herself. After that Clarke and Laura departed and me and the Boys headed to go se Narc. Wow, that was a great film, an awesome ending, great cinematography and great acting. The opening scene was incredibly intense, but I don't want to spoil it for anyone. So I'm happy that I saw those two movies today, but like Laura, I'm kinda lonely right now.
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So it started when I got over to Chad's house, after school today I went over to his house to film some stuff. He had built himself a little steady cam set-up (reduces vibrations and makes movement in a picture a lot smoother) anyway so we decided Chad would film Chris chasing me through the woods, it looked really cool by the way, anyway I took my keys out of my pocket and set them down because for a guy, running around in semi-tight pants with heavy keys in your pocket is not fun. So we checked out the footage and Chad took me back to School (he drove me out to his house because I was low on gas) and I got out of his car and realized that I'm a moron. I left my keys out in the woods, D'oh! Chad ended up driving me home and he went back to his house to get my keys to give them back to me tomorrow.
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Wow what a kick ass color. Today I rushed to Chad's house camera in hand becuase I wanted to film the boys as the sunset. Man was I in a rush but It was soooo worth it. We all piled in my car ( me, Chad, Adam and Chris) and went for a little drive. We stopped off behind Hanley's house (she got a freaking huge backyard) to film in this line of trees. It was awesome the tries line the side of a dirt road surrounded my a fence, it was sweet. Then we hurried over to this huge field I film a previous movie at. However, the previous movie was filmed on a very overcast day, unlike today. Holy SH*T! As the sun set, the burst into a beautiful amber flame (you know how the song goes "Amber waves of grain----" exactly what was there) It was awesome, I got some of the coolest footage I've ever seen in my life. I had Chad and Adam stand at the top of this hill covered in the same amber flame, the sun just setting behind it, It was like they were some kind of Holy Beings, it was Crazy/Beautiful. I really want to make the major color schemes blue and amber (how original and cool is that!). So I got the amber setting sun on the amber field, and I plan to add a little bit of fire (carefully) Anyways, it was for a movie that I'm making, I can't quite decide which of the titles I thought of I like best so maybe you guyz can help. Here they are:
Avatara
Mirror
Shiver
Seraph
Reflection(s)
Geez they're all so cool!
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Have you ever thought that maybe you didn't perceive things the way other people do. I don't mean like you think about something differently, I mean like something physically looks different. There is a rare disorder in which a person perceives known objects as something completely different, for example a car may look like a bed. Although this disorder is really rare, what if everyone had a little bit of it in them. It might explain the whole glass half empty, glass half full thing. What if you perceieved yourself differently then others perceive you, like if you described yourself in absolute detail, it would differ slightly than another person describing you in detail. Perhaps it isn't only restricted to sight, perhaps the other senses are also different. Have you ever described the way something felt, yet differed from the way someone else described it. Or how about sound, I know I sound different to other people than I do myself (although that is attributed most to the fact that vibrations in the jaw and the location of the voice box make your voice sound different to you.) Think about it, expand your mind a little bit, think twice, let it sink in a little bit. Kind of odd isn't it.
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Well today was a big day for my pets. My mom brought home a tiny little terrier pup and we were wondering how my cat would react. Chance has always been the KING of the house. He's king of a lot of things. Sometimes I forget, but he's pretty big for a house cat, and not big like fat, big like BIG. His size and his wit make him king of the neighborhood. Most other pets bow to his will. not even the huge husky across the street would dare challenge him and his razor sharp claws. He's quite the hunter with those. Even I still have a scar where he accidentally scratched me. There have been cats who would challenge his might. All we see of them are fur in between Chance's claws. There was one a few years back, must have been a big alley cat or something, knocked poor Chance off the throne. He came home that day pretty beat up, a big cut on his neck, his face was a bit swollen. I nursed him back to health and let him out. Never heard from that other cat again. Well, anyways he's abig tough cat and he's never liked dogs much, or at all (I have two big labs out back but they never mingle with the cat). So we figured he wouldn't be to happy when mom brings home a terrier pup. He was actually a bit scared and confused at first. Like "what the hell is that a rat? why are you holding it? what are you doing?". Then he realized what it was, the new pet in town. He new that this dog had immunity to his dominance, so he slinked off under the table for awhile, watching, thinking, waiting. We let the pup loose to run around the house, and Chance tried his best to avoid contact. When she got to close to him he would let out warning tone, no not a hiss, my cat only hisses when he's ready to lay a smack down, it was kind of a little groan that he makes when he isn't a happy camper. So I sat down with him, we understand each other pretty well, I can tell what he wants usually and he can usually tell what I want, I told him "look bud, that little pup is here to stay so you better get used to it and play nice, and get along, or else your gonne be in a heap of trouble". So now he seems a lot nicer and more tolerable to mom's little terrier Mia, though he still has his personal bubble.
So now about my two labs. They are brother and sister. The big one is a chocolate lab, named Hershey after his father. The the other is a little yellow lab named Daisy. Hershey is the weirdest dog in the world. He kind of reminds me of Lenny from Of Mice and Men. He is a really big dog for a lab. If you ever had a retriever you'd know that they have little lumps on the top of their heads. Hersheys head is so big he has two! Its crazy! He would never hurt a fly though. He would rather get complete strangers to pet him then be mean to them. He doesn't have a growl, he has a wimper. Yeah he still uses his little puppy wimper. He's afraid of thunder too. Whenever there's a storm we have to let him inside or put him out in the shed with a blanket, a heater, Daisy and a radio. I can't tell if he's really smart or really dumb. I tried to teach him to play fetch, but when you throw the ball, he just looks at you like, "why the hell did you do that?". When he drinks water he can't quite figure out that you have to close your mouth when your finished or it will leak out and drip all over the place. And today I was on the roof and I started calling down to them and Daisy couldn't figure out where I was, while Hershey immediatley looked up and wagged his tail. He's a big goofy dog that one. And a good alarm too. His mother taught him to bark at any noise in the front of the house. So any time there's a noise out front he be at the fence barking (unless he knows its one of us).
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During this winter break I've had many encounters with gay people. No, not that kind of encounter! Just situations in which the kindness of gay people really stands out. For instance, whilst in Florida we made frequent visits to the local IHOP for breakfast. The waiter was this nice Puerto Rican gay guy. He was so nice, he got us everything we needed quickly and he seemed to have a sixth sense of when we needed something, snap he was right there! And for some reason I ate at least twice as much as I usually eat whilst I was in Florida. I kinda freaked my parents out and freakishly I gained no weight. Anyways he was very understanding and nice to the fact that I kept ordering meals, one after another. Then another time, my sister was super sick on the way home, she puked 6 times at the hotel, and at the airport we had to stop every 400 feet so my sister could sit down and wear off the nausea. Well we got oon the plane, and the nice gay steward totally took care of my sis. He found her an empty aisle in the back of the plane to lay down on. he brought her a few blankets and a pillow, and even brought her some ginger ale (ginger ale is supposed to help an upset stomache in many cases, but this one she puked it uppin the lavatory at 30,000 feet! but in any case he was being very nice and helpful). Heh, I didn't see any of the stewardesses doing anything to help. So yay for the gay people!
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Why is the world so F’ed up? Why is it that what we believe in is what eventually what ends up killing us. There are three major things that cause death in this world, and one of them should not be there. There’s old age, disease and war. WAR should not be on the list. Why do we have war? Because we believe enough in something to kill for it. DO you know what the two causes of war in most of history are? Religion and Politics. Two things I just can’t stand but yet seem so necessary. If you think about it objectively they really are almost the same thing. They both serve to uphold morality (which is why they are so necessary). They all have the premise of some being or beings that have power over the lesser of us. I’m so conflicted. On one hand they both cause war, and on the other they uphold morality. Does this mean the death of so many is necessary. What kind of F’ed up world is this. And what else is F’ed up about this world is the MOB. No I’m not talking about the Mafia, I’m talking about the proverbial dog that is the general public, on the leash of the media. The media is stronger than anything on this planet. People are so easily convinced by what they see on TV. A person is smart, people are dumb. If they really wanted to, the media could convince us to destroy ourselves. This gives me the biggest HEADACHE! IF only people were smart enough to know the difference between right and wrong all by themselves and if only they could accept that everyone thinks a little differently, there wouldn’t BE a need for religion OR politics, and there would resultingly be NO WAR, NO UNNECESSARY DEATH! (sigh) if only..... I've probably crossed three or four lines I shouldn't have but it's much too late now.
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