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September 28, 2004

   I had an alright day yesterday.  Since we had guests over this past weekend, I didn't realize they unplugged my alarm clock.  So, yesterday, I had woken up late and missed zero period.  I got to school about half an hour before first period started.  I found Mr. Queers walking around, so I decided to chat with him.  Apparently, he needs a drummer for his band, which has a name so stupid, I won't mention it.  Andy has learned the humor of "The Boondock Saints" but has not fully applied it to his lingo.  He has also learned what I find to be the hella funny parts of Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow.

   Today was alright, as well.  I went to zero period today.  We did a lab, which was cool.  After that, I went to my English class.  We have new seats, which I don't mind.  I get to sit next to my oldest friend.  Are you feeling my euphoria?  Ashley, a red-haired chick who used to sit next to me in English, called me a sadomasochist because as we were watching "The Patriot" in Gillig's class, I laughed hella hard when the guy's head flew off. 

   Sadomasochist = The combination of sadism and masochism, in particular the deriving of pleasure, especially sexual gratification, from inflicting or submitting to physical or emotional abuse. 

   Alright Ashley, you're cool, but obviously you don't know what the hell a sadomasochist is.  I don't find sexual gratification out of inflicting physical or emotional abuse.  I enjoy looking at weapons and watching people die in movies.  It doesn't make me a sadomasochist.

   Anyways, I randomly decided to make my online profile on myspace.com.  I don't expect much out of it.  Going back to English...English is boring.  Michael actually falls asleep in that class while I'm making up drum beats in my head.  We have an essay to do about a story called "Sweat."  It's about black people.  I would write an Article about how much I hate black people, but there's too much to list.  There are, however, the Exceptionals (black people that are cool, like my neighbor Jonathan, Native Africans, you get it).  Yes, I am fucking racist.  I'm fucking proud of it. 

   I then proceeded to attend my Japanese 2 class, which is one of my favorite classes.  I currently have a B in Japanese 2.  The following movies I have seen in Japanese and I have concluded that they are awesome: 1.)"Kiki's Delivery Sevice" 2.) "Spirited Away" 3.) "Princess Mononoke."  I won't go into detail as to why they are awesome.  After Japanese, I went to another of my favorite classes, IMP3 with Mr. Byerly.  My group is not cool.  I sit across from a black chick, diagonally from Baylee (who seems way too fucking nice), and right next to this John fool who looks like he's a real asshole.  Anyway, Mr. Byerly is awesome, and I have an A+ in his class. 

   Lunch.  I've been buying hamburgers lately.  Hamburgers are better than those shitty-ass burritos.  After lunch, I went to AP U.S. History.  I actually enjoyed that class today.  I had actually participated in the discussion.  I hate our homework in that class.  I have a D+ in AP U.S. History.  Not that I really care.  After that, I went to my next class: Ms. White's English 9.  However, I'm not a 9th grader.  I'm the TA, and I just did my homework in there.  I then went to the library to do some homework until 6th period ends (I do not have a 6th period). 

   Random Stuff That I Might Get To Work On:

   -the fan-written Article.

   -an Article explaining why I hate people

   -I'll be taking down the current background music.  Despite the fact that it's awesome, I have to conserve the amount of web space Geocities allows its free account members.

September 19, 2004

   Bah.  The weekend is going to end in a matter of hours.  This weekend wasn't so bad.  On Friday, Kitto came over and we played Raw2 and Ninja Gaiden.  Elliot, who is a family friend, came over Friday as well.  He spent the weekend here at my house and left earlier today.  Elliot's friend had also stayed the weekend.  Why, I don't know.  He seemed cool; he was nice enough to ask before doing stuff.  Elliot downloaded a bunch of crap off of Kazaa without telling me, so I felt offended.  I opened up Kazaa, and I had 50 something audio files (I originally had 36), which consisted of crap like Maroon 5 and Yellowcard.  I also had 70 something video files (from an original 42) which consisted of Smallville and Reno 911 episodes.  I deleted these unneeded files.

   Yesterday was pretty dumb.  I had to watch soccer games, which was stupid.  I'm not alive to watch my brother and sister play their sports games, dammit.  I hate watching sports because I don't cheer and I hate sitting next to people who do cheer.  So, the first game I went to go see yesterday was downtown.  It was boring.  Then, we went back to the house, only to wait an hour before my sister's game starts.  After that game, we had Indian food at the Tandoori Nites.  I don't know why, but when I'm at a buffet, I like to wait for everyone else to get their food and then get my own food.  So, I'm sitting at the table and everyone bombards me with the question: "Are you going to eat?"  I swear, I was going to backhand someone.  I hate people urging me to do something with questions.  When am I going to update my site?  When am I going to clean my room?  FUCK.  I'll do those things when I fucking feel like it, that's when.  When we got home, I proceeded to playing Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic, because that game is awesome, and I am a Sith Lord (despite what my KOTOR review title is).  My mom decided to take my brother, Elliot, and I to Blockbuster.  I didn't rent anything because I wanted to get The Punisher (which was out of stock).  So, my brother rented Madden '04 and The Johnson Family Vacation.  It wasn't very funny.  Cedric the Entertainer is pretty cool, but the fact that Bow Wow is in there ruined everything.  Bow Wow sucked, even when he was Li'l.  My brother still likes him, but my brother's musical taste is shit. 

   Today was better.  I played more video games today, which was awesome.  I signed up for a myspace.com account so I could establish contact with my cousin.  Since I already have this kick ass web page, I don't need a my space (yeah, that makes no sense).  I received a fan-written Article, which I'll post and criticize next update.  I have homework and other shit to do right now, so I'm out.

September 13, 2004

   I still hate school.  This weekend was kick ass, as I had a huge break.  Friday night, I went to my dad's house.  On Saturday, I did nothing but play plenty of video games and watch movies.  Yesterday, I did my homework, and then continued to play video games.  I was talking to Kitto last night, and I hella pissed him off, which was awesome.  When I got home, I went straight to bed; however, I wasn't tired at all last night.  So, I played plenty of video games last night, from midnight to three in the morning.  I woke up this morning at 5:30, and I didn't feel tired. 

   School sucks, yes, but today was pretty awesome.  Before 0, as Kitto and I walked to our classes, I explained about how I will write an 'Ode to Joy' (it's satirical with the name, but it's not going to be the actual Ode to Joy, because that song sucks ass) Believe it or not, I'm writing a song about my ultimate infatuation in 8th grade, and I'll be posting it eventually.  Kitto disagrees and thinks that I'll burst into tears while writing it, but hey, what the fuck does he know?  Yes, I'm fucking aware that he gets better grades than I do, but he don't know me, cuh. 

   So, Chemistry in Maffucci's class is beginning to kick ass.  I actually enjoy learning in there now and I do all my homework and shit.  Maffucci doesn't lecture on for the whole period, we do shitty notes and get full credit, and that...is really cool!  Today, Mrs. Maffucci threw sodium in water and it burst into flames, which was awesome.  My AP English class still sucks balls.  Big, fat, hairy, sweaty, lead-coated balls. 

   Today, however, was quite different.  I was excused to go retrieve my English portfolio from Ms. Darnell (or should I say Mrs. Jones).  Even if she has been recently married, and changed her name, I'm calling my Sophomore English teacher Ms. Darnell.  And Ms. Darnell...is really cool!  So, I go to her class, and I'm just chatting with her and some of her previous students.  Since I have to 'tell my favorite teacher what they mean to me' as an AP English assignment, I told Ms. Darnell that she was my favorite teacher.  And she is, you know.  Her class was like English 10/Kicking Ass 101 to me.  Anyway, I return to AP English to take a quiz.  My mind went blank on 'cynical' and 'classical.'  So, my AP English homework for tonight is to evaluate my essay about that damned Okefenokee Swamp in Florida.  Shit.

   Japanese 2 was so awesome today.  During the time we were supposed to do the board work, I asked sensei-Keeling what maho mushi meant (Maho Mushi is from "The Fairly Oddparents" in case you were unaware).  Maho Mushi = Magical Bugs.  I couldn't stop laughing for at least two minutes.  And then, my friend Pedro and I are hella making fun of Bryant, who tends to be stupid, especially for a senior.  I challenged Graham-san to a duel (not Yu-Gi-Oh dueling), as he dares threaten my position as the ultimate samurai.  I don't know what it is we would do, but I will emerge victorious. 

   IMP 3 is by far my favorite class.  Mr. Byerly is an awesome teacher.  When class started and the Freshmen wouldn't stop talking (the Freshmen look like little kids, and probably don't know when to shut up), I began to rant out Scott (this small rant will be at the bottom of today's update), which was fun.  FUNNY!  FUNNY!  Today in IMP 3 we had presentation after presentation until lunch.  Anyways, we're up to present, and we did horribly.  No biggie. 

   Lunch today = awesome.  Jason and I hella made fun of Kitto to the point where he got pissed.  I laughed pretty fucking hard.  In Gillig's class, I didn't do shit, besides take a test that I probably fucked up on.  Being a TA is awesome, even if the students (or students from other classes, for that matter) are serious dumbshits.  I get to wander campus dropping off stuff like the attendance sheets.  I grade papers (I can be hella corrupt and lower grades, or accept bribes to raise grades, or I can do the ultimately awesome thing a TA can do: take bribes to raise grades, but lower them!).  I've actually made some friends there.  It's awesome.  Today, some kid was trying to make a psychotic face to me, and I retaliated by making a face that looks damn close to Mick.  It was awesome; he was like "Holy shit!"  After 5th, I headed to the library to do some homework.  After that, I went home.

   So, Scott's an idiot.  But, if you knew Scott already, you would know Scott is an idiot.  So, he claims that my updates to the Red Cross site are boring.  Sure fucking thing, Scott.  I'm not euphoric, not in the least bit.  I don't write THE WEEKLY RED CROSS UPDATE where each letter is a color from the rainbow.  And no, Scott, it's not another '"exciting" edition of The Weekly Red Cross Update because it's just text.  I rarely find text to be exciting.  The updates I make can inspire excitement (say, someone read that their favorite event of the year is coming up), but the text itself is not exciting.  It's not excited, either. 

   I'm out for today motherfuckers!

September 8, 2004

   I fucking hate school.  I'm failing chemistry and A.P. Composition, and I have a D in A.P. U.S. History.  I have hella homework to do, and I'm not going to do it right fucking now.  I should take a Greyhound to Victorville and move into Uncle Dean's house or something.  Fuck, it's only 82 bucks for a one-way trip (I checked the fares).  FUCK.

September 6, 2004

   My step-dad brought me a pirated copy of "Alien Versus Predator" which made me think of writing a review on it.  I saw it before the school year started.  It is in the Articles section.

   Note: A friend told me that my web page had some sort of error on it, so if your browser randomly closes or something, I'm working on it and looking through the HTML scripts for errors.

September 1, 2004

    The site is one year old, fuckers.  Fuck yeah. 

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