AP Comp packets need to burn in hell. BURN IN HELL!!! And douse them with gasoline, while you're at it. And throw in some fire-resistent alligators to rip them into smithereens. Although, the appropriate action that would result in smithereens would be blow. And, by blow, I mean blow up or explode, not... Although that would be an interesting thought. To blow someone into smithereens that way. Getting back to my main point, it is my belief that we are united in a time of crisis. Like we united for the cause of patriotism under our red, white, and blues during September 11th, so must we unite in this dark hour against Kyer and her contradictory instructions. There is a time for war, and there is a time for diplomacy. Diplomacy is dead. I'm not quite sure what that French dude meant in Kiss of the Dragon, but it sounded cool and we all know that's what matters these days. I can't help admitting that I'm somewhat glad this summer is coming to an end. I know I'll regret saying that about a month from now when my desk is littered with papers and homework. But the online conversation dies a lot more quickly in the summer than during the school year. Funny, because that's when you actually have time to talk. Also, it's awfully lonely at home. But I guess it's worse at school. You probably don't know what I'm talking about. Have you ever gotten that feeling where, the closer you get to something the farther away it seems? When I see people all around me, I guess it makes me lonelier for some odd reason. If there's one thing I hate, it's loneliness. I don't want to be alone. In the end, we always fight alone, because in the end, that's how we die. That's from Gail's quote page. I believe it originated from some "Khara" character, or as I would like to say, some "Kharacter." I'm a riot. Oh, it's actually just from her profile. That quote is incredibly saddening. But it's not true. The only way I'm going to let myself die alone is if I fall into a crack in the ground. I was thinking about that once at CTY, because there were so many cracks in the pavement--it was a poorly paved road. I was thinking: if the ground opened up beneath me, and I fell into this unimaginable bottomless pit, I wouldn't worry so much about dying. Everyone dies. What I would worry about, is if the ground closed back up over me and the world would carry on, never noticing I had gone missing. I know it's illogical. You say, "Surely someone's going to realize you're missing." But that's how the mind works. Logic and emotion are like oil and water -- you can't mix them. That's why so many people screw up with their relationships. They're not thinking straight. That's why love makes people do such crazy things. That's the great thing about love. It can take you to the highest high, make you sacrifice it all. Love is unpredictable -- which is why AP Comp should burn in hell!
11:41 PM
Friday, August 23
In all of my boredom, I have created a list of the best.
The Best:
Fight scene: Jackie Chan's First Strike where he kicks ass with the ladder!
Bad massages: Monica, Friends
Accent: Mickey, Snatch
Ice Cream Flavor: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough
Character in Smallville: Lex Luthor
Star of Neutrogena Advertisements: Kristin Kreuk
Length of a girl's name: Five letters
Length of a guy's name: Six letters
Boy's name: Gilgamesh
Girl's name: Tie--between Helga and Yolanda
Animal: Wombat
Eyes: Asian eyes
Time of day: 10:10 AM
Body part: Eyebrow
Element: Yttrium
Superhero: Spiderman
Group activity: Sleeping
Scientist suited to disprove the geocentric theory: Copernicus
Whole Ball: Whole ball of wax
Thing in Everything: Bat carrying a block of wax
To understand those last two, you had to see it on SNL.
9:46 PM
Here's my plan for life: I'm gonna get rich by the time I'm 30, buy a reasonably nice house (not a mansion or anything) and then retire and live off my savings. If you're a good friend, you can live with me but you can't just live off of me, unless you're a really really really good friend. So if you stop working then I'm gonna force you to pay rent. It's kinda like what teachers do--If you're not paying attention to the stupid movies they show, then they'll make you take notes. And this house will be way cool, kinda like the house I mention in the "Stalkers Are Bad" subpage in my subprofile, except not so big. It's gonna have some nice assets and such. My sister is probably the only person right now that I would let live with me. But she probably won't want to. Maybe that's why. Also, with the money I have, I'm gonna perfect that laser eye surgery junk and then get it so I will never have to use glasses or contacts ever again. That's what I'm gonna do--you just watch. It's gonna be great.
12:16 PM
Thursday, August 22
And I would make a great toilet. No doubt about it.
10:29 PM
Actually I'm back. So anyways, I realized that maybe I don't have to get off at 10 because, well, last night I stayed up past 10 and my parents were okay with it, and plus my dad is out picking up my sister from Starbucks, so it's all good. Then I realized that me holding it in was all a futile effort to save time that I wasted going pee anyway. So it didn't even matter. And now I've run out of things to say. You can't tell, but I've been sitting here silently by myself, gazing into the screen for about a minute. Did you know there are only three days left before we go back to school? I'm going crazy. I mean, sure school is good in the sense that you get to see your friends again and there isn't nothing to talk about online with them because at school you have little affairs and such that are subject to discussing. But I mean, I like the feeling of waking up, eating, watching a movie, chatting, eating some more, playing some games, doing five minutes of summer work, eating even more, and then going back to sleep. I guess it's like a bittersweet kind of thing. My sister just told me my blog isn't very exciting. I have to "work" on it. I need to excite you, it seems. EXCITE EXCITE!!! See... that seems kinda more boring than all the other stuff I've written. I don't think I'm very good at this. I dunno. Oh yeah. Cool site--click or you'll regret. Well, if you know me, you've probably seen this. By the way, I probably will not be updating that site anymore because I got lazy. Imagine that. Also, Gail and Cheri had a pretty cool ad lib thing concerning me. I believe it is titled A Boy Named Fat Kid:
Once there was a boy named Gordon. Nobody at Chris Carrabba Elementary School liked him. They hated him and pooped on him and called him leg. Once they even put poopie pandas in his underpants. He told the teachers but they just made fun of his butt. There was a girl named Cheri that thought he was cute but she farted candies. Gordon was very yummy that day. Then one day he got loopy and everybody liked him. But then he found out they were kidding and really making a toilet out of him. He ate some more. He is still a milk today.
I think they have some artistic touch with literature. It's pretty cool. I hate to admit it, but I have nothing really interesting or clever to say here. I think I'm gonna quit while I'm behind. Or ahead. Well, however it goes.
10:18 PM
So Gail today tells me to start a blog. I don't see a point to this other than to do something while I'm incredibly bored. Besides I have less than 12 minutes to do anything so I'm here typing to myself obviously. I've tried, for the past five minutes, to insert this link into AIM without it turning the rest of my text into a link, but I have failed miserably. Failing in a manner which is able to miser. Miserably. So I ask you what you're gonna do. Do you really want to read this? You should, because anything that is written by me is incredibly and utterly thought-provoking, motivating, even inspiring. I really have to pee. But I'm holding it in because if I go pee now, then when I come back it will be time to get off the internet and I will have wasted two minutes of internet time. So I figure I can hold it for two minutes while I write about holding it in, when really I realize that it wouldn't matter either way since none of this really matters. It's just me rambling. You know how that is? It's just like every single thought that goes through my head. Actually, if I did every single thought that went through my head, I'd have to censor some of it, like what I thought just now. Oh, and that thing I just thought there. It'd be incredibly unfun to read. That's like funfun without the first f. Unfun. Man I really have to go pee. Okay well I will do more later or something.
9:43 PM
