BurDude's Living Journal

Wowee KaZowee

2007-06-19T05:07:37Z

Hmmm

Interesting

And a companion piece.

burdude @ 2007-05-18T16:47:00

2007-05-18T20:48:25Z

What's this? A post?

Clickity

Gym and then some.

2007-01-04T06:09:39Z

I just OD'd on raman. I hadn't eaten it in a long time. I have pistachio pudding for dessert, which is delicious apparently.

Noah's French homework: draw a picture of a child looking under a carpet...?

Alright, so main event of the day: got a make up in gym. I got to gym and my lock was missing, and so were my pants. So I told the gym teachers about it and Mr. Ward said I should try to barrow pants from someone. I said that I thought that was gross pretty much, and so now I have a gym make-up.

I mean, no matter HOW germaphobic I may be, will someone please agree with me that sharing gym pants is kind of disgusting? I know people do it, but someone PLEASE back me up here?

I was able to do the gym class too cause it was weightlifting, so I don't really see where the problem was.

I'm only complaining cause I don't like the idea of waking up at fuck-all in the morning after going to sleep fuck-all late at night in order to do what is essentially, given the fact that I was able to do the normal gym work, mandatory extracurricular physical education work.

People suck. Now excuse me, but I've got to get my pistachio pudding and draw a two year old ass-shit-dumb French girl.

Livejournal like waht like waht?

2006-12-25T02:26:19Z

I think there's a black man living inside of me. Or was. You see my excrements look like a giant black penis. I tried to flush it - (it broke my toilet)!

I've spent my break thus far cleaning my kitchen and living room. We have infestations. BILLIONS AND BILLIONS of bugs and a good deal of mice. Do you think it would be weird if a mouse died on Christmas? Something seems so depressing about it.

We strung Christmas lights from the chairs and lamps and rubber trees in our living room. For dessert, I bought instant puddings (chocolate, pecan, banana, and cookies and cream.)

Note to self: things I want to remember.

-The phrase “Indian Christmas”
-Corn pudding is delicious. Bread pudding makes me want to vomit. Tapioca has the texture of frog eggs.
-The efficiency of the appetizer system. You eat the appetizer while they make your the main part of your meal. I never noticed that because restaurant portions are huge. Except for French fries in an Italian restaurant. I got like a four dollar plate of fries where each dollar got me approximately a third of a French fry.

Me, Sam K., Joe, and Gabe have some music for you this Christmas.
Christmas Light Town Journey.

That's all. I have to wrap gifts now.

Moozak

2006-12-11T21:40:56Z

I made a myspace for Space Bookstore Regime

It's on the internet

I am on livejournal again

2006-11-18T00:36:19Z

Livejournal = bored.

Regarding the last post

2006-10-04T22:10:26Z

Nevermind. It'll be in a week or two at LEAST. Too much stuff to do in two days for it to be this friday anyway.

Livejournal is my free advertisement tool.

2006-10-04T01:53:35Z

I'm not ENTIRELY sure if this is for sure happening, but hopefully it will.

SPACE BOOKSTORE REGIME THING!

Anyway, as you may or may not know, I make music. I just finished my second album, and there will be a DEBUT screening and happy funtime purchasing hour maybe friday after school, but maybe not, but probably I think. My first album you can currently purchase by giving me five dollars. It may seem cheap and undeserving, but screw it. Five bucks.

The second album is better though, I swear, or at least that's what all the invisable critics are saying. That's why you should either attend this fun-vent, or simply purchase one from me after friday. But the FIRST one you can buy before friday.

Also, depending on how I feel, and my general level of confidence, a special ACCOUSTIC PERFORMANCE may follow. We'll see.

My house is a mess and if it's happening this friday, I have a lot of shit to do, so if you're interested, I'd like to know to see if it's even worth it to try and do it by friday (if I don't do it friday, it might be another couple of weekends before I'm really able to do it).

An unorganized list of happenings as told by the text on your screen.

2006-08-23T21:54:05Z

Hello! I have a feeling that my last few weeks of summer might end up being the least sucky. Next week I'm going to some sort of farm to pick fruit for cooking, then the next day going to a Flaming Lips concert.

Besides that, yesterday, in adition to a long rehersal without any apparent reason for my presence, I spent time with Audrey and FINALLY practiced a little Space Bookstore Regime stuff... but wait here's the best part... I wasn't by myself! Me and Riley worked on three songs. All in all, a very accomplished day for me, especially in terms of summer.

So a couple of days ago I made some pretty deliscious muffins from this recipe book for apples I got in this textile mill factory turned national park in Lowell, Massachusetts. Just now, I made some of those sugar-type apples you get in places like Boston Market. I'm inexplainably proud for these things, as all I did was follow instructions. It was like that in Acadia last week. Me and Aaron climbed a mountain. There was a "trail," but it was still totally dangerous, and getting to the top of the mountain was very exciting, even though we were just following the path of someone who had climbed the mountain before.

I guess that was a metaphor. I have to practice those before I write my Lord of the Flies Pretention-Filled essay. Speaking of which, on vacation, I read that and Fight Club, and when I got back, I finished the last fifty pages of the DaVinci Code (I read the first 400 pages in April and then got bored.) So basically I read up a storm.

That sounds dirty. "To read up (a) something." It kind of sounds like you're feeling someone up, except with a different word and intention.

The trip to Maine was fun sometimes, but kind of tense, and my mom couldn't do the kinds of things me and Aaron wanted to do for the most part either (climb mountains.) We encountered lots of shitty media on our journey. The welcome movie to Acadia is perhaps the worst produced anything ever, and we were being very disruptive by laughing through the whole thing. I thought the horrible video couldn't be outdone by anything, but the video in Lowell was nearly as bad and we were the only people in the room, so we tore up the movie, which kind of seemed to be asking how to rebuild the city and ethnicly cleanse the Portugese.

Yups.

I will read this entry in a week, and be annoyed by how whiney I sound.

2006-08-12T17:40:55Z

This summer really sucks. Nothing worked out and I've wasted three months. I'm taking a week long trip with my mom and my brother to some undisclosed (and partially undecided) location that I don't want to take, then coming back and starting rehearsals for some shit where I don't even know what the fuck I'm doing.

Then school starts, and at least I'll see people. At least half of my waking summer hours have been sitting here staring at the computer screen and not even doing anything. Shuffling through the same three or four bookmarked pages as if they will update in the two seconds it takes to hit the refresh button.

This summer has just really sucked. I keep feeling like I'm gonna just explode if I don't just like run as fast and as long as I can. I don't even know what I want to do, because it seems like whenever people DO invite me to do stuff, I turn it down or something. What the fuck is wrong with me?

I'm just like, really, really frustrated right now, and my dad just pressured me going on a trip with him. He was telling me how I didn't have to and he wouldn't make me... then he made me. Not threatening to throw me out on the street or anything, but just making me generally feel like I would be a horrible person if I didn't go. Oh, and saying “Come with me to Florida. It will be more expensive if you decide later.”

See, I've realized with my parents that when they ask if I want to do something, and I say “I don't know, maybe,” it's really something I don't want to do. And my dad seems to love pressuring me with the expense of things. Like he'll buy something that I don't want, I'll say I don't want it and he'll say that it was expensive. So I'll tell him not to buy expensive things without me or at least my input. What does he do next? TRY AGAIN! Buys another expensive thing.

Keep in mind that “expensive” is like ten bucks.

I can just imagine him buying me a bucket full of heroin and then saying like, “You don't want it? But it was expensive!”

Alright, I'm really just ranting cause I'm pissed. I just feel like this summer has been pointless.

Meh. Not Tired Enough

2006-08-09T07:33:42Z

I've learned something today. Never brush your teeth while you are reading humor, as the decreased amount of air caused by salivating will cause your laugh to turn into a choke to turn into a spit toothpaste all over your shorts.

I just made a shitty sandwich and ate half of it.

Plus I have to wake up at the ungoldy hour of 10:30 so that I can go to the dentists at 11:30, where they will undoubtedly give me many ulcers through various rubs and cuts on my gums. The following weeks, which should be dedicated to getting into a regular brushing schedule, will instead be spent nursing my bloodied gums to health. By the way, since last wednesday when I found out I'd have a dentist appointment, I've brushed my times at least five times each day. It really makes food taste like shit. Although I've been cooking a lot of that food, so the problem could easily EASILY be with the cooking.

That is all...?

Hungry like Pie

2006-08-04T05:59:17Z

I think I laugh at really inappropriate moments. Not most places, just my house. When situations get too awkward, whereas maybe before I would've sweated a lot of nervous tears, I find it hard not to laugh at the ninethousand pound air in my house surrounding certain adult figures.

That's not the point though. The point is I'm HUNGRY. I really haven't been eating enough, mostly because we don't have any non-expired food. I just found some creamcheese in the good ol' fridge whose expiration date is January 12th... of 2000. Yet it still doesn't top my discovery of a couple months ago where I found a falafel mix from 1995.

Anyway, yeah. I've been not eating much what with the schedule I'm on. I wake up around one, have a bowl of cereal at around four or five, have what everyone else considers diner at seven or eight. Then, all the sudden as if all their foodstuffs contained ungodly amounts of monosodium glutamate, everyone else is asleep by midnight. With at least three more hours in me of awake, I need more food.

Yet with the consciousness of my family, so goes all the non-expired food to the land of dreams and I crawl, looking for some sort of food, not drenched in grossiality. The food network only makes me hungrier. I see a block of tofu. It's not expired, and although I think it looks and tastes like paper maché, it's something. It's somewhere to start. But it's probably meant for some meal. Plus, as much as I feel like cooking, I'm scared I'll turn on the stove then fall asleep on a chair.

Oh well.

I'm probably going to eat a twelve year old hot pocket now or something.

Edit: Naturally, when I pointed out the expiration date to my dad, he brushed it off saying "That must be a misprint." But like, how? Is that likely?

New song.

2006-06-13T01:26:03Z

So I'm proud of all my music, but I seriously think this is the best song in terms of audio quality that I've ever recorded.

Here it is.

Please listen.

Shedu-schedule.

2006-06-09T21:23:02Z

Period/class/Room

1. Computer Programming II (even days) / 246
1. Biology (day five) / 220
2. Biology / 220
3. English / 134
4. Lunch (fall)
4. Digital Multimedia (spring) / 264
5. Lunch (odd days)
5. Gym (even days)
6. French III / 251
7. Social Studies class with long name / 139
8. Precalculus / 206

You know what that means, right? Fall odd days I get two lunches in a row. EAT THAT!!

(Don't tell any of the teachers.)

Some Stuff

2006-06-08T20:08:36Z

Short entry.

Some Silly Muzaks

Some Silly Arts

~Fin~

~The Begining?~

That is all.

Haiku my soul!!!

2006-05-05T00:59:03Z

So I just found this site from John's Livejournal and got RIDICULOUSLY into it. Here are some of the better haikus it gave me. Some I think describe me... some are just hilarious.

i should be studying
too like i haven't really
been digging a ditch

that the delicious
child being thrust into my lap
and giving very

only serve to make
money so i can hit a
beach ball up in this

i remember man
what a great way to end classes
for me if i do

water i know you
like the song following in
which ernie was jamming

started posting this
but something happened
something latched

i got back home the
fries container had this deal
about entering

something good and
i got i got a lot of
appreciated sleep

fuck i'm talking with
only this previous cryptic
paragraph did you

shout at someone who's
a total jackass i don't
even know when i'm

a whore anyway
this past tuesday i got caught
up in the end we

well so what am i
posting now to buckle or
swash as the case is

like testicles in a
juggling-related fiasco
yeah i did notice

entire time he goes
to oscars trashcan oscar
says that he rocks well

later me and i
ended up at bat and i
don't remember what

my homework like
a tumor on a vinyl
record my social

Yes, I won.

A post what?! HAPPY TIME!

2006-05-01T03:50:10Z

I'm having significant doubts about what I think is the Halloween candy I've been munching on. Are Chiclets SUPPOSED to be crunchy? Ah, whatevuh.

Looking back on my last several posts, they've all been really sad or depressing. Well guess what? I'm happy like a three dimensional compact disc being hung to dry over a pot of boiling urine. I'm assuming that's a happy thing.

Alright, these Chiclets are gross, I've gotta spit them out.

Right, so this weekend has been like super fun. Friday after school, Audrey and I (correct grammar to the moon) went to the elementary school across the street and chased birds, scooted (as in, scooters) down huge hills with grossly misplaced four square courts, played on the dizziness-inducing playground, and generally tore the school a new one. I think we may have had a tiny bit too much fun trying to disturb the birds in their natural habitat of... schoolyard.

I was too tired to go to Gabe's and make music (I only got two hours of sleep Thursday night/Friday morning) and I think I fell asleep at my house to the credits of The Godfather Part Deux. I've never ACTUALLY seen a whole Godfather movie... just the credits I think.

Saturday morning I woke up for EST, well rested. It was oodles of fun, and it will be oodles of fun when seen. See it like pie being eaten by an obese crocodile, May 19th and 20th or something like that.

So afterwards, I was tackled by Travis, forced into a strange car, and bound to the seat by some device that I was informed was for my own protection. I ended up in the Ashbourne area buying what I thought was a fawaffle. I only later realized that the delicious child being thrust into my mouth by my greedy anxious hands was actually spelled falafel... I knew that, shut up.

No, in actuality, I had a very pleasant lunch with some of the ESTy folks. I think I hurt my knee from a combination of several people all larger than me falling onto it at the same time and some form of hide and seek. Perhaps the pain I have in my leg muscles will increase the ease with which I paralyze myself with actation and brokenness.

So maybe, when I want to get my points and stories across, I should try using real words...

... nah.

Last night, I continued over using my leg by throwing a frisbee with Ben. It turns out I suck at forehand throws like one of those fish that eats the rocks and spits them back out to make those little tunnels that I only saw once when I was young at the Baltimore aquarium or something and that I've never seen again. After frisbing, we played video games till the crack of 11:18 PM, when I left. Video games are fun. I like them. I miss them.

And today I was tired (or maybe lazy is a better word), so I did little to nothing. Actually it was really wasteful, but I played more video games and had an enjoyable weekend so it was okay.

Am I not allowed to spell out “okay?” Should I use less parentheses, “...”, and punctuation marks in general? I leave that to the trees. MWAH HAH HAH. What?

I post on livejournals when I feel like shit.

2006-03-24T02:49:47Z

I feel of shit. I just like, don't want to go to school tomorrow. I mean, yeah. World Cultures could be hell, or completely fine depending on if we get chosen for the mock trial. Either way I have to prepare. I mean, why can't he just tell us who is going ahead of time when? I don't like getting stressed out EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY! And I still have to do questions about China. It's just sooooo... I don't want to do it. I'm fucked. Just, really. I don't want to do anything right now.

English, math, and lunch will be fine. Science I'm going to try and prove that I'm not crazy with how I might've fucked up science. I know I shouldn't care and I know anyone that reads this has already heard this thousand times, but I just worked so hard that I want someone to realize how fucking many times I checked over my math and how much fucking time I spent and how few lunch periods I had over the course of like a month or so.

Graphic Arts. It'll be hilarious when I get that B in Graphic Arts. Oh my god. And French? UGHH! I hate it. You know how sometimes when you complain, someone else will just be like “Oh yeah? Well I suffered MORE! AHA!”? I mean, I do it too and I get kind of ashamed of it. But like, people who have Mr. Umpher always talk about how much he sucks, but I REALLY dislike French as it is right now. I mean, teacher's should know better to basically call a whole class collectively lazy when no one is paying attention in class cause we only learn things we already know. I don't know. I hate it when teachers tell students that they expect more or whatever, and I know that's a dumb thing to hate but like, it kind of goes back to the science thing you know? I spend so much time and energy, loose so much sleep, and then I'm being told I have to work harder? I mean I just want to curse really loudly.

And the teachers that just like stop you in the hallway and are obnoxious? Like the other day, me, Gabe, and Sam were talking. This bitch who used to be my study hall teacher walks out and is like “I WILL NOT ASK YOU AGAIN! MOVE AWAY FROM THE DOOR!” And I think it was Sam who just asked “Why?” and she was like “Because I am the adult and YOU are the children!” I just hate people like that.

And I hate it when people pretend to be unique when they aren't? Does anyone know what I mean? It's really not an issue this year actually, but I felt like last year, EVERY single person in a group of friends would always have the same opinions on everything. Not only opinions, but like, the same ideals. Maybe I don't get friends through my social ideals though, cause I'll admit it – there are people I hate.

That's ANOTHER thing. IDEALS! I hate it when people have ideals that I don't think people actually feel and then I hate it when people don't have ideals and don't want to shout at someone who's a total jackass. I don't like it when people just tell me that certain things don't matter or to get over things. I feel so intimidated by things I'm pretty sure people don't care about.

I think I may be the biggest spaz alive. I don't even know when that happened. When did my little paranoias and fears turn into huge things that I get stuck thinking about and worrying about?

I feel like the uptight little kid I was is slowly working itself back into me. It's just like, a bad time for it to be doing that. Sorry if I'm complaining about stupid things, it's just I don't get it. There's nowhere to get mad at people. I don't even understand where all the frustration is coming from. I'm just really angry at something. I don't know what it is. Some sort of lack of self-respect, or maybe just self-trust or something. I don't know. I'm rambling aren't I? Every other sentence is “I don't know.” Maybe I should stop writing. I know this is really dull to read when I'm not saying anything, so I'm sorry for dragging this out.

I think maybe I'm gonna sum it up with this. I get mad at people for not doing the things I get mad at myself for doing. Now that I've added that symetrical, but probably untrue thing, I think I'm done.

But apart from that, 'twas a VERY good week.

I don't want to study-learn!

2006-01-26T01:52:51Z

I kind of need a break from that tense feeling I get in the world cultures lobe of my brain. I realized that on that test, I not only lost points I should've got points, but got points I didn't deserve. Damn. That just made me feel like... I don't like that. Science and English midterms were pretty easy. I made two or three stupid mistakes on Science I think, but it shouldn't matter. English I finished my essay like, last second.

French was pretty humorously mediocrely written. She told us there would be things on the test, that weren't at ALL. I saw no culture section. She asked us to translate sentences that we hadn't learned. The only words we really had to recall the spelling of were like, the hardest but most pointless words (écu-fucking-reuil.) Some other things we just like, never learned. We don't know how to say “You seem to be very sleep.” I don't know. I felt like I was sucking the test during it, but checking my answers I felt better. My guess is she'll realize that a lot of the test was just like, done badly and will take off questions and stuff.

I'm not looking forward to world cultures with the 'Cock. Ah well, I'll figure something out. I found it semi-amusing that I wrote an essay to the prompt “Analyze how each work looks at love” in such away that suggested that it was bad to analyze love.

Yeah, why am I posting? I don't know. A distraction. I don't want to study more. I'm feeling kind of like... meh. I just don't really care about it enough right now. I feel really bored right now. I WANT TO PLAY DIH GUITAR! But another part of my brain is just like, too lazy to deal with it. I think I'm gonna watch TV or some shit just because I'm really bored.

Oh, and those links the last couple of entries should all be expired by now. Maybe I'll put them up again later. I don't know. I feel like just sitting in this seat without like... doing anything, studying or otherwise, has just like saddened me or something. I hate being bored. I know I should be studying too. Like, I haven't done studying and shit for math at all, but I'm not worrying about it. Maybe I should, but I don't care enough right now.

An entry that's NOT A THOUSAND YEARS SINCE THE LAST!!!

2006-01-15T19:46:11Z

So friday was Audrey's birthday, and a bunch of people celebrated it and it was generally fun. I could go into more details... about how Ouiji is a game that makes no sense and how The Producers is a movie that makes no sense when you only watch every other scene, but I'm not going to go into that detail, because I generally like to fill this journal with only dark and disturbing tales, or one's that involve plane crashes and math teachers teaching French.

Yesterday I went over to Joe's house to try and make and record some fun noise. All was going swell, but his computer spontaneously shit its brains out of its skull... or something like that, I really don't know very much technical jargon. Anyway... yeah that sucks. He thinks his motherboard might've fried... which even with my lack of technical terms, I can tell isn't a good thing.

I did record a third song a couple of days ago.

A Test

I'm writing a fourth comparing porn to childrens' TV.

Also, I had a fucking WEIRD dream last night. I told it to Ben, and I don't feel like retyping it up, so I just copied and pasted the conversation.

Me: I had a dream
Me: that
Me: for some reason
Me: I had two periods of french
Me: and one of them was tought by Mr. Wisch
Me: and like
Me: we ALSO learned math in that class
Me: and he wasn't gonna give us a midterm
Me: just because he's silly like that
Ben: interesting
Me: and then he got in trouble with the school
Me: so we took this 15 question test that I thought was the midterm
Me: and I only got five right
Me: and I was like
Me: "OH SHIT!"
Me: then he was like
Me: "This isn't the midterm"
Me: okay
Me: so then
Me: I'm not sure if this was the same dream or a different dream
Me: but I was on an airplane
Me: and I wasn't sure what was going on
Me: but it seemed like
Me: we were landed in a blimp or some air carrier
Me: then we like
Me: want off it to fly
Me: and sort of glided to the ground
Me: but there were lots of buildings
Me: and so we had to turn a lot
Me: and I couldn't get my seatbelt on
Me: so I was just holding onto the seat with all my might
Me: then all the sudden we had like
Me: landed and were partially submerged in the ground
Me: so I just like
Me: got of the airplane
Ben: heh
Me: and instead of going where we were gonna go
Me: for like
Me: vacation
Me: we just decided to go home
Me: and my dad suggested lots of food for dinner that he usually suggests that I don't like
Me: and all I was thinking was
Me: "That's the second time I've survived a plane crash... I guess they're not so bad"
Me: I think that's when Paul called me and I woke up
Ben: heh

A post? What?

2006-01-13T18:03:58Z

Does anyone remember when I used to post on a regular basis? And all my entries were like three pages in word? Does anyone remember that? I'd try to rekindle that, but I honestly think I'm just too lazy and my sarcasm has dwindled too much in writing format for me to really capture the essence of the once me, me. But I'm not gonna copy that bastard (me), although it's very possible that I will end up realizing that we are really one in the same person.

So I could start with Christmas and talk about what I got. I got a Ukulele. I got Paper Mario. I got a blanket. I got pajamas. I got an Idiot's Guide to World Religion. I got a bunch of things, but I don't feel like naming them all. I don't think I mentioned last time that as a joint present for Christmas and my birthday, my dad got my a guitar. It's SO SO SO much better than my old one. THE BUTTONS ACTUALLY DO STUFF!!! Plus the intonation is fucked to hell (is it possible to be fucked to hell? Maybe if you're raped by Satan, but even that might just be metaphor.)

I came back for a FULL TWO DAYS after break before I got a stomach flu and vomited five times in one afternoon/evening. Aaron was sick too, so we kind of hung out in sickness while we got better for the next few days. It's a good thing I bought Metroid Prime 2 from George like... the day I got sick, cause Aaron played it a lot.

So I've been back, I've taken tests, I've been a strange crippled Irishman, I've gotten into things for the most part. I'm not gonna tell you all my school fears just because I don't want to think about them and they're mostly things I can't control.

So yeah. I've also been crappier recording some music. Here are some yousendit links if you want to hear them. They're only good for seven days from when I put them up (yesterday for the first, today for the second one) and 25 downloads, but I don't think that last one ought to be a problem

For Sure Emperor
Pandas Always Win

They are kinda sucky, but whatever. Okay. I have other things I should probably be doing what with it being Audrey's birthday.

Happy Birthday Isaac Newton!

2005-12-25T02:48:24Z

CHECK IT OUT!!! A post. I'm not going to write a long thing about my life, cause I have no idea when the last time I posted was in reference to the rest of my life. Instead of writing some angst filled entries (as I once did) or entries that make no sense (as I once did) or entries that are basically rantings about Sesame Street (...yes), I'm simply going to say that I'm done most of my Christmas shopping (not to mention numerous other things since my last entry.) The only shopping I have to do isn't actually necessary for tomorrow.

Look at my new picture... it's fancy.

Wow, a human sized entry. Imagine that.

P.S. (Go here to find out what I'm listening to at ALL times, cause you might be interested in that, I don't know.)

LET'S COUNTDOWN THE MINUTES 'TILL CHRISTMAS!!!

Some Stuff Some Sick

2005-11-22T04:21:10Z

Alright, so this post may include more about my bodily functions than... you want.

So Thursday I saw the Cedarbrook play... it was pretty hilarious in every way. Yeah, definitely. Was there another reason I wanted to mention Thursday? I can't think of anything, so I guess not. I think that was the first day of Spirt Week: Blast from the Past. I was someone from the 90's. I wore a plaid shirt. Think about how out of character that is.

On Friday was opposite day. I wore a ponytail, and a lone awkward braid in the front coming down. I looked something like Sonic the Hedgehog. Oh yeah, I also wore a top hat. Before lunch, I tried turning my pencils into breasts, but that was... unsuccessful. I fixed that by stuffing my shirt with graph paper. I guess I was... graphing my chest...? So if anyone didn't understand what I was, let me explain (to those I haven't already wasted this joke upon.) In real life, I'm the opposite of everything, so on opposite day, I was everything.

Science was awesome. We just looked at Mr. Lipinski's vinyl collection basically. I didn't really do so well with recognizing his music. If he had some Flaming Lips on him... then we'd be talking.

I learned something. Never ask someone when in a unisex restroom or locker if they think you look pretty. Someone said to me, “Get the fuck out of my face.” Me being the British gentle(wo?)man I was (oh yeah, I also think I had a penned goatee), I looked at the lad for a second, raised my hat, and said, “Top of the morning to you,” and moved on.

From the locker, I went to French, where I turned a fake spider into a millipede with the help of six straws and some scotch tape. Then we made some silly skit that I'm not one hundred percent sure I understood or remember. Something about scaring our teacher at her house while she sleeps.

After school, me and Audrey raked some of the leaves off of my yard (which has been an unusually popular activity the last week or so.) Later, me and Joe went to some concert for some band I didn't know. So much for Comedy Night. It was fun, but hurt what I thought might be my prostate. Time also didn't seem to work, as ten minutes passed in an hour, and and hour passed in ten minutes. Somehow, time was bent.

Saturday... I doubt that I even existed

Sunday. This is interesting. On the way to get sugar for science, I had a pain in my lower-stomach area. I'm not going to go through all my trials on Sunday. Long story short, I think I know what childbirth feels like. Some very painful things came through... different places. I'm not going to bother counting my bowel movements from yesterday. It went from extreme constipation, to diarrhea with some unidentified sharp objects littering the brownish goop dripping from...

Oh yeah, and I threw up. Not such a good day. But I stayed up late watching some weird Harold Lloyd movies or some silent film thing. At least I know there was something to me thinking my prostate was hurting.

I got to school très en retard aujourd'hui. I said it in French, cause that was one of two and a half or so subjects I was in school today for. That, Graphic Arts, and the majority of Science. Mr. Lipinski seemed uncharacteristically happy when I came in. I don't know what this unattributed bliss came from, but it lasted the entire period. Graphic Arts: I finished my confusion tee shirt. French: I don't know what the fuck.

Yeah, so there was an English essay that I didn't do in class cause I wasn't there, so I did it at home tonight. Somewhere along the line, I couldn't read the shit of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Boy, so I decided to look up amazon reviews for English books that I found less than enjoyable.

Member of the Wedding according to one user of the interweb:

I've read all sorts of books throughout my educational career...from James Joyce to dry sociological texts. I've read books so dull I could feel them sapping my life energy.
Never before, though, have I had to suffer through a book as mind-numbingly awful as 'Member of the Wedding.'
Mere words cannot communicate how bad this book really is. It follows the pathetic, worthless existence of Frankie, the most unlikeable, irritating, sorry excuse for a human being ever to disgrace a piece of literature.
This book reads like a bad Linkin Park video, and consists largely of Frankie whining about wanting to belong, and wanting to travel with her older brother, who is about to get married. The ONLY thing I can say for this book is that it is relatively well-written...obviously, Carson McCullers was a good writer. But Thomas Harris wrote 'Silence of the Lambs' and the he wrote 'Hannibal.' 'Hannibal' is a god-awful book, and it STILL doesn't approach the level of putridity reached by this claptrap.
Of course, many reviewers would have you believe that this book is about the awkwardness/isolation/loneliness of acolescence. Bull. I was an awkward/isolated/lonely teen, and I did strange things, but Frankie's actions are downright bizarre, inexplicable, and only serve to make you loathe her further.
For absolutely no reason, the author kills off a couple characters at the end, just to make sure that if you weren't suicidally depressed by the book by that point, you sure wouldn't have a reason to live after finishing the whole book.
Like I said, think bad Linkin Park song: garish, whiney, needlessly depressing, and completely pointless. There is no message here except that there is no hope, no moral except that life is empty, pointless, isolated, and lonely. I'm a big fan of literature/music/art that emphasizes such themes as isoltation and abandonment...and thus, I tend to enjoy such works even if they're pretty lousy.
This, however, was the bottom of the barrel in cheap, exploitative, pathetic, useless literature. If you want to read something that deals with isolation/abandonment/loneliness, read Eugene O'Neill's 'The Iceman Cometh' 'Long Day's Journey into Night' or 'The Hairy Ape' I promise you will find all much more well written and moving than this garbage.
In conclusion, when I finished reading this vile book, I hated the main character, I hated the human race, I hated the author responsible for my suffering; but most of all, I hated myself, for subjecting myself to this bloated corpse of a novel.
Read it on the toilet, or better yet read something GOOD and save this to use as toilet paper. Consider it an appropriate afterthought.

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So I think I'm going to go sleep now maybe.

EDIT: Nevermind. Saturday existed. I came in ownership of a cellular phone. I ate Taco Bell, popcorn, and Halloween candy. Then I felt bad, so I ate yogurt... probably with chocolate on it. And I wonder why I spent the majority of Sunday attatched to a toilet bowl. Forgive me for all the potty talk. I know I sound like an old man, but jeez. That's a lot of pain to go through and not post about it on the interweb. Can you imagine what they did in the civil war? Probably bitch and moan to their friends. Oh, and they probably died of weird diseases too.

OH MY GAWD! A NEW POST?!?!?!?!?!

2005-11-14T05:16:00Z

So, I haven't been updating. Yeah. I think it can be remedied by the fact that I suck and you should never expect me to do anything. In fact, that personality test even shows it. It basically called me a lazy bastard. Oh well.

So what am I posting now to talk about? I don't know. We'll see where this takes me. Should I write an epic poem? YES! I have free time at last to do things like... write epic poems. Perhaps I should. But I won't. I'm listening to music and that kind of shits up my whole sense of rhythm. Yeah. Anyway, there are a few reasons I usually post, so maybe the absence of those motives have slackened up my need to post.

I like complaining about nothing. I have had both so nothing to complain about, and stuff to complain about, but neither are quite nothing.

2. Territorialism is the word I'll use for this and that's the fact that OH MY GOD I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT ANYMORE! I'M REGURGITATING INFORMATIONS. That's right informationS. With an 's.' Why? Because eat shit, that's why. Oh don't mind if I do.

3. Along that same line, a lack of sanity has correlated with my lack of sleep, and my sleep is directly proportional to how busy I am. I've been both busy and insane. Neither has contributed to my ability to write clever and witty things about the world around me. Yes, that's right. The world is AROUND me, and I'm not IN the world. I'm not going to drown in a pile of dirt, although if I had to die, I would prefer exploding from eating too much Raman than anything else.

Oh my. I'm hungry. What is there to eat? Meh. Not much. The last couple of days, I've been catching up on sleep, so that means like 12 hours a night. Fun. I like sleep. If I had to sleep with any verb, it would be “to sleep.” Hot sleeping action. Cold sleeping action. Why is there action when I'm asleep? Won't that wake me up?

I find it increasingly more strange that I find solace from solstices in songs about robots and monkeys having sex with various orifices. Those songs just put me right to sleep.

I just wrote a shitty song about how the large super-space-jet company has monopolized the super-space-jet industry. Then I realized it tasted like depression in the form of delicious, so I decided to erase it.

So I'm not sure if it's evident (and I know it is) but the House on Mango Street has somehow crept into my writing style. What does that mean? Previously I was able to string words together into sentences that had meaning. Now? I'm putting them together like testicles in a blender. Painfully and in such a way thar it makes you wonder why they're there. Avocado means testicle in Aztec-eze. You don't believe me? I CHALLENGE you to look it up.

I'm eating soup. I like soup, not dead children. Well, dead children a little, but not too much. I prefer the taste of dead LIVING children.

I think my sense of humor is broke'd. Just assume I am broke'd too for now.

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2005-11-14T01:03:04Z

I'm not gonna explain my life over the last month. I'm just going to post this to prove that livejournal kicks buttox in its ability to read html.

Advanced Global Personality Test Results

Extraversion	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	46%
Stability	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	33%
Orderliness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Accommodation	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Interdependence	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Intellectual	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Mystical	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Artistic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Religious	\|\|\|\|\|\|	30%
Hedonism	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Materialism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Narcissism	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Adventurousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Work ethic	\|\|\|\|\|\|	23%
Self absorbed	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Conflict seeking	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Need to dominate	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%

Romantic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Avoidant	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Anti-authority	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	63%
Wealth	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Dependency	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Change averse	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	70%
Cautiousness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	83%
Individuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	76%
Sexuality	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	43%
Peter pan complex	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	36%
Physical security	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Physical Fitness	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	77%
Histrionic	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Paranoia	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Vanity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	50%
Hypersensitivity	\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|\|	56%
Female cliche	\|\|\|\|	16%

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It called me:

messy, irritable, depressed, fragile, worrying, emotionally sensitive, does not like to lead, phobic, weird, suspicious, low self control, paranoid, frequently second guesses self, dependent, unproductive, introverted, weak, strange, unassertive, submissive, familiar with the dark side of life, feels invisible, rash, vain, anti-authority, heart over mind, low self concept, disorganized, not good at saving money, avoidant, daydreamer, unadventurous.

Jeez. Thanks.