Hey guys. I have a new site. Here's the link. I will probably cease to use this blog, as my new superior site renders it useless! Okay then. It's been fun. Byebye.
6:39 PM
Friday, August 30
Oh okay. No wonder. My sis told me she kept her pictures in a different folder in the directory thingy. Don't ask. Here goes.
Oh okay cool it worked. I look like a pirate, huh? So if you ever try to imagine me being bald, you have something to start from, since all that hair kinda gets you confoozled. You know you've always wanted to; everyone has. In fact, since everyone has, I've just granted the wish of six billion people. That makes me some kind of Mother Teresa figure now, right? K that's all for now. Just wanted to post that pic.
4:08 PM
Thursday, August 29
Okay, there's bad news, and ... some more bad news. It didn't work, and I can't really edit that post anymore so I have to start from here. But just consider this a continuation from the last post. There's so much that's different from last year. Me. You. Everyone! I don't know if I like who I am. I feel so obnoxious at times. Especially to Javier. Poor Javier. Oh well, it's his fault for not giving me driving lessons. And to Victor. But that's because he won't admit that his girlfriend isn't really his sister. So I guess I'm justified. I'm so bored. Okay I'll end here. Suckers!!
8:40 PM
Yeah, I didn't mess with my hair today. You must be thinking that there has to be some kind of reason for this. Well, I say in response to that -- You're right! See, when I go to school, my hair may be in the shape of a wombat, but I get to scoff at all of the fools who decided to fix their hair into flowing locks of perfection. Like Catherine's. Well, I didn't have to. So ha! Suckers!! Although tomorrow, I will be no better than next fool who fixes his hair. I will stand a victim of my own mockeries. :' ( I wonder if this will work.
8:22 PM
Wednesday, August 28
Do the FBI people really have the right to kick you out of your car when they're in the middle of a chase and they need a car? I mean, isn't that a violation of your rights? Yet, you see it all the time in the movies. Don't you ever wonder about stuff like that? I do. Oh yeah. Cool colors, huh? They're not that cool actually, but they're better (at least in my opinion) than the dull ones that were here before. You know who's got good looks -- Catherine Leung. That's how she spelled her name last summer, but I'm not sure if it's the same or if I was just wrong last summer, because people are pronouncing it "Loo-ung." However (since conjunctions are used to join sentences, so says the English composition goddess Ms. Kyer) ... oh yeah. However, she's a senior. And she's kind of a female dog at some times. She's in two of my classes. But I don't really care. Because of what I'm wishing I was, as expressed in the blue column in the upper left. What do girls want? Heh, the avi movie "A Day in the Life of a Guy" is so true. For some girls, that is. And it's rather entertaining as well. I'll send it to you if you want. It's only about 3 MB. Not too shabby. Also, I have a fish-shaped squirt gun. So now the world knows and the next time we have an ice breaker thing, you'll know it's me. I'm not to sure, but I'm getting a feeling that this entry is not very interesting. Well, GOOD. I don't care. If you could change something in your past, what would it be? I know what it'd be for me. I would not have acted on impulse -- around 1 AM on Monday, May 28th, 2001. Yes, I remember it oh so clearly. Too clearly. And I'm not afraid to admit it, because the feeling now is mutual and I'm not hurting anyone. Never again will I allow myself to do something so foolish. No offense to Kristeen--it was fun while it lasted. Most of the time. That's why I choose logic over emotion--for now. You know how it goes. Think it over before you act. Look before you leap into a flaming river of blood-sucking piranhas and fire-resistent alligators that will rip you into smithereens. I'm in love but you don't care. I still love the way you feel. God, it's good to be alive. No, I can't believe it's coming true. (Big Machine) Do you know what it's like to do this? I have a bunch of thoughts, feelings, words flowing through my mind and yet I search for words to describe them and I come out empty-handed. I miss you. I thought I was okay. But after all this time, I realize okay is one of the last words that could possibly describe me, along with un-brilliant, un-witty, and not-so-good-looking. Keep that in mind.
8:19 PM
Monday, August 26
The first day of school was interesting... I believe last year's was somewhat more thrilling. I'd have to agree with Stephanie [Kong] when I declare this mathematic equation to be very much true: Mr. Sharer = zzzzzzzz. In fact, I believe it has been mathematically proven. However there are a lot of things I'm liking about this year rather than I did last year. For one thing, there aren't that many problems in my life--socially, that is. Maybe a few slight hindrances to complete happiness, but other than that, I'm completely happy. =) Also, I have classes with many of my friends -- friends that I haven't had that many classes with before, namely Andy and Serena for starters. Also, Cheri and I get to hang out in person rather than ... in virtuality? What's the word for onlineness? Of course, I could be all weird and gay and say we were together in spirit. I told you -- gay. So I talk to this jenni character today. I didn't know people actually read these things. I mean, I'm sure they do, but I guess it never really crossed my mind that maybe mine would be read. Oh well. Anyhow, I know you probably think that they do the announcements through the speakers, right? There's a little dude sitting in his chair in his office with his feet on the desk, seducing the phone receiver with his oh so seductive school announcements, right? WRONG!! Now what I'm thinking is that those speakers in the walls have a life of their own. I mean, the little dude with the seductive voice is never gonna know that his words aren't reaching the classrooms, because he can't hear all the way over there, unless he cups his ears like Gail does. Then he might. But he probably doesn't, in which case, those speakers could take us over any day of the week!! They could order us into utter chaos. They could start those fire drill things by themselves and they could do that crazy little distress-signalling elevator tone!! What we have to do, I'm telling you, is to wear those trenchcoats and hide sledgehammers in them and then at an appointed time of the day, we'd all smash them before they have a chance to take us over. That's what I'm talking about. I can just imagine it now: the little speaker will be wishing its daddy speaker had never met its mummy speaker.
9:08 PM
Sunday, August 25
"I'm a pretty good rambler, but I'm not that good," I say to my sister. My face hangs with fatigue. I'm worn out. And I'm talking, like, seriously worn out. There are only so many things I can say about the words in that book. Is 60-100 sides of pages (thus, 30-50 pages) really necessary? I don't think so. I think 30-50 sides of pages [thus, 15-25 pages] is more than enough. But 60-100?? That's practically another novel by itself. I don't know whether it was hidden somewhere in that packet, but I think Kyer stated somewhere that the purpose of taking the class is to make our lives miserable, especially our summers. I bet it's hidden in all that sentence structure crap. By the way, if you have not seen the porn movie, go see it. You'll get a big kick out of it. Critics rave, "Funnier than Austin Powers!" Of course, the only real source I have here is Gail, and she didn't really say that. But she got a big kick out of it. Everything was hi-larious, especially his motto: "Welcome to the (X/Z)ander Zone!" I guess she has a point, though. If they spell it with a Z, then it establishes alliteration. Everyone loves alliteration. Just geography! Serving Sara! Cool coyote! Hairy hamburger! Well, enough of that. I think the point she's missing, though, is that the X is pronounced with a very finite hard K sound. "Kuh!" But we have to remember it's very limited, barely even heard. It takes a good ear to detect it to distinguish between the X sound and the Z sound. As I came to discover later in the day, Gail needs to turn around so she's facing the other direction and then cup her ears in order to hear any sound at all. She claims she learned it in choir, but I think she's had to do that ever since she was a baby. Anyhow, I need to barf up ten more pages by the end of the night, and I plan to finish as soon as humanly possible. Little do you know, I am the human blur. So this feat, which would normally take a few days at least, will be accomplished in a matter of hours. Lucky me.
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