Thursday, September 30, 2004

ugg

i have more homework tonight than ever before. i think i'll be up until about 3 which sucks. look below and see all of it. i can't wait until tomorrow when i dont have to do anything.
p.s. i don't have time for this.


hand of doom
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oh boy...

i hate writing. if it werent for writing, i wouldn't be looking for spackle right now......

allow me to explain: right now its about 10:30 in the morning on thursday, and im at home, "writing". Not, real sure how i managed it, but somehow i convinced my mom to let me stay home today to get "caught up" on all of my writing and physics.... wait, didnt i get behind from missing a bunch of school in the first place.....? its a vicious cycle......anyways, im condemned to my basement until i can produce two beautiful, shiny essays and ten physics problems. the problem is, unless there is some kinda of extremely short term reward for wirting this essay (i dont seem to get very motivated with the thought of getting a good grade, getting into a good college, getting a good job, making lots of cash... and so on) i cant get myself to do it, so, i think of a good way to make myself write this dumb crap. i go to my mom and say"hey mom, since i need some motivation, can i play my drums after i finish one of my essays?" and she says "aargh! i dont care, just get down there and do it!!" (obiously distressed from her breaking her own policy of "its the principal of the thing" and letting me stay home), so, being the cool, calm and very understanding person i am, i promptly went downstairs and through a big, bright orange road constuction cone through my basement wall. anybody have "eggshell white" paint?

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

The stupid 80's I love

Here's the deal. I have been wanting to buy a keytar for upwards of two years but have been unsuccessful. Usually I just bit on them on ebay and forget about the auction later that night.. I need a keytar for three reasons:

1. I want to start a hardcore avant-garde new wave band to fill some space in between the like 5 bands consisting of either Joe day, Groen, Aj, tom, or Jake.
2. Because they are sweet and I have dreamed of owning one ever since Jessie Spano played one on saved by the bell.
3. So I don't have to sing I need to play and instrument at church youth nights. The keyar is truly inspired by god.

Sadly however, my dream may never come true. Now that the 80's are the cool thing its impossible to buy one on ebay. The prices have gone up twofold! Why can't some stupid decade like the 1630's be cool?


Monday, September 27, 2004

Deskpops friggin rocks

its interactive wallpaper i got from download.com. it makes being a nerd a whole lot easyer and way faster. speed is crucial to a intelligentsia. remember this. i would write more but i don't want to. wait. i do. um, i need some sleep because tomorrow im eating waffles at christines house, if i don't stand her up again. not on purpose of course. sometimes when i sleep i stop sleeping because of my alarm. however i don't fully recover any of my wits and certainly not any of my charm. thus resulting in horrible things. i turned my alarm clock off. i need some more freekin' neurotransmitters in my toastin' reticular formation. no waffles, no breakfast, no happy. i love writing how i want to outside of lang. i got a seven today bet you care about that. its my blog i can self serve all i want jerks. whats your favorite kind of waffles?

Our Town- A play in three acts by Thornton Wilder

First of all I don't know to much about the play yet, we only had a one act read through so far (which josh and Chris had to so rudely interrupt.) I think that anyone that cares enough about the play either knows what our town is about, or they can figure it out themselves. I'm not going to type the whole story of the play. I also don't know the full cast list, however I can say that I am Howie Newsome, a.k.a. the "milkman." Definitely some type casting occurred. I'll swipe the full cast list for tomorrow night. Probably.

Sunday, September 26, 2004

new blog... new dog.

I don't have a new dog, I wish that I did. I don't know who knows this and who doesn't, but I have something to say. I once had two dogs once. They were happy and soft. Josie you were black with white and liked to play. I heard you were an super herder. Cleo you had spots, dots, blips, and nice ears. In the snow you would bound, you almost ended up in the pound. She showed up on our door in the fall of 1997, hey, both dogs were strays. We had Josie for about three years before that. When they flew solo those dogs were sweet in like four ways. But together they were a sour team. One day about 4 years ago they got in a huge backyard wrestling match over some nasty dead animal. They were both so hurt we had to send them both to doggy heaven. this is my blog. I want a small nice new dog.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004


profile pic...
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