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 Which America Hating Minority Are You? Take More Robert & Tim Quizzes Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons Yeah, nothing else. I'm compiling. And re-writing some things, as well as homework. Thanks to *Andrea for this one. |
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Maybe I was wrong. When I heard Fr. Bill was accussed, I thought of myself at first. Not of him or anyone else. When I cried, I cried for me. Not for the fact that this would scar Fr. Bill, but for the fact that *I* wasn't going to be able see him. I wasn't going to be able to talk pro wrestling with him, or tell him a new joke I had thought up. I guess that's something I should get used to saying...absorb a little humility. Maybe I was wrong. |
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| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004 |
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I like hearing people talk about thing... ...ah, hell. I don't feel like doing this stupid run-around spin today! Father Bill got accused! There, I said it. I'm pissed off, I'm confused. I don't understand, but I want to. I know Father Bill needs my help, but what am I supposed to give him as help?I'd go visit him, but I'm not sure where he lives and I don't want to get him into more hot water, seeing as how my past as an altar server exsists. I don't think he did it. The accusations are pretty groundless, as is the other stuff that's being said. People think the church has money. I think this came about the right time. It's really gotten me to questioning my faith and wondering if I want to interupt the Bible as philosophy or theology....right now, I'm deadset on leaning towards the philosophy part. I tell ya, the feeling I know the most right now is betrayal. But I'm going to get over it. Because I'm not going to dwell. Dwelling is the root of distraction, which in turn, is the root of evil for me. |
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| Friday, January 30th, 2004 |
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I saw this bumper sticker the other day, it went something like "The people can be the leader, if the leader...". Yeah, that's the thing, I can't remember it anymore. If anyone's got it, let me know. Tried an experiment. Last night, I stayed up pretty much the entire night. I was just testing to see if it felt anything like being drunk. It sorta did, without the money drainage or the enhanced sense of bemusement. In conclusion... ...yeah, see, that's what happens when you try to do an experiment and use yourself as a test subject. I mean, usually, I'd be able to bang out one of these journals, six, seven times faster than I am right now. Henceforth, I've also discovered that it doesn't work to *not* to try to get to get to sleep to get to sleep. How much sense do I make right now? Ha ha ha. So Mr. Baker, who's doing the carpeted area partol, told Nicole to put food away, since it's not allowed. I just wasn't in the mood in this morning to be dealing with the retort that I was certain someone who accompanied here was going to challenge what he said. He was in drill seargant mode, which I understand entirely. Especially dealing with people like Andy and his ilk... Gotta get to bed...think my little brother Pepe's drum session is finally over. Sleep is good, and what I need right now. Note to self: Do not, and I repeat, do not conduct anymore experiments involving yourself. Seriously! |
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| Wednesday, January 28th, 2004 |
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If, for any reason, you happen to work on a project with me and we happen to use my basement workshop. [No. I don't live down there. Guess again :) ] 1. Caps go BACK ON the markers. 2. Paint gets the CAP put BACK ON it. 3. USED brushes get put in the JAR labeled RUBBING ALCOHOL for cleaning, NOT in the JAR labeled PAINT REMOVAL VARNISH. This turns the brushes WHITE, bleaches them and makes them UNUSEABLE. (PS. I know the caps is the Internet yelling. I am using it for that reason.) 4. Sawdust is SWEPT into a pile; GLASS JARS should remain UNBROKEN so I don't have to bust my ass to find newspaper to clean it up with. Ok, People Updates: - My mommy has me joining Parson's drum thingy. Yay...or 6:30 to 8 or Mondays? NAY! It's not long, but that's a Nes Day. - Nes is mad about me working tomorrow. JV put me on at the last minute. Thursdays are the days I take off. Hell, I work on Sundays. That's damned near a Hell worthy trepass, seeing as how I observe Thor's Day (Thursday) as my day of rest rather than the Lord's Day (Sunday) as my day of rest. It's also idoltry. Well, not really. It's not like I have a Thor Shrine set up. - Trav's in my On Your Own Class. Luckily, he is not a roadblock. - Emily (Shaina's sister) is interested in some cute guy she knows from work. Emily (Furtado) is interested in some football guy. They both will probably never date me. But do you know why? Because I'm so beautiful, I outshine them. Don't give me that! It's the truth! ;) But they'll still get Valentines from me....maybe. The chief lesson: Avoid girls named Emily. - Sange wishes to borrow my secret societies tape. He will get it tomorrow. Also tomorrow, I am returning the Writer's Journal thing to Mrs. deSilva. Go me for remembering things! Congrats to Colosi for finally getting me the letter for the Italian/American scholarship. - Russo is insane. I don't think I can drive her anymore up the wall. Operation: Drive Russo Nuts is therefore invalid. Operation: Russo Exorcism is going to be difficult to do, seeing as how no one wants to lend me a "large copy of The Roman Ritual". - Pompeo and me are coming along on this philosophy book. He's got an essay due for peer leadership, and he's got to get that done first (completely understandable). But it's turning into an interesting ride. - Tentatively, the VIW Awards should be Thursday, the Thursday of Feburary Vacation. It is, however, tentative. Need to talk to the following people about it: Nes, Trav, ROW, Cutter, Wooster, Patrie, Dann, Josh Z., Pompeo. This needs to be able to go off without a hitch. If you read this, leave one or talk to me. I need to know if we can do it that day. - Rachel's sick. I feel kinda bad, and I guess she's not expecting a valentine on Valentine's Day. This might be the right time to give her those boxing gloves back. - Lanie.... ....wait, first off, I just want to say it's going to confuse the hell out of everyone (including said party) if I mention Melanie as Lanie.... therefore I'm going to do it as often as possible. So she said her boyfriend isn't going to mind me buying her flowers? I dig that! If only more girl's boyfriends were like that, I'd be buying flowers all the time. Also draining my wallet. Probably not a good idea. Or maybe he's having me do shit work so he doesn't have to buy her flowers? - Cassie and Nate are together (I think) and I'm wicked happy for them. It's good to know that Cassie's in good and caring hands, and I know Nate's taking good care of her. - Avigian's going to be pissed I'm not going to the hypnotist tomorrow night. Avigian is also going to be pissed that I've vowed to find out his cell phone number and post it on "Lost Watch" posters that I plan to put up. Maybe he'll have a fridge up and running by then...? >:) - The name of my production team in TV? Something Awful Productions = SAP The name itself is to be meant as poetic irony. Since we are Something Awful, what we churn out will be Nothing But Gold. - Shit, I can't think of anything else. Frankie vs Andy need to be done, if not now....TELL NESTLE ABOUT THE ANDY 500, that's such a Saturday afternoon good idea....fuck, the dot-dot-dot-dot thing....I'm turning into Larry King....it's just a way to wrap up things, it's not going to be a habit. Or is it? |
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Which America Hating Minority Are You? Take More Robert & Tim Quizzes Watch Robert & Tim Cartoons Yeah, nothing else. I'm compiling. And re-writing some things, as well as homework. Thanks to *Andrea for this one. |
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| Tuesday, January 27th, 2004 |
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Why Worry Is The Cause of the Wrong The main key points to remember when considering any philosophy is that, for it to fully work, it must be adapted and twisted to fit the particular situation, Henceforth, if the ideals presented therein do not seem to conincide with said situation, that such ideals must be contorted until they snuggle next to the problems and causes that arise thereoff. Furthermore, if it seems like the philosophy at hand is not agreed with, then it must be not be integrated or taken as a part. For the Essence philosophy works as a whole, not as a part or a section. Mainly, the goal of the Essence philosophy is to build a bigger and better individual that can fully attest to his own mission in his life. To do such things, the abandonment of states of mind are necessary. For example, if a man were to believe something was impossible, then truly, it is imposssible, because he BELIEVES it to be impossible. And, again, perception is the key point of the Essence philosophy. The Three Abandonments The First Abandonment Worry Worry is man's main fault, and so, it must be eradicated. However, it is also integral that worry be not confused with concern. Concern is a perfectly normal and healthy thing. Worry, however, is an extended version of such a feeling. In example, you can be concerned about your upcoming surgery. You can worry about the outcome...will I get an infection? Will the doctor leave his scissors clamp inside of me? What if I wake up during the procedure? That is an over-extending of the oft-presented idea of concern. Worry does little more than to turn hairs gray and to cause people to have an unclear thought process. The thought process is important to the Essence. For if one choses to follow such a philosophy, than the Essence must be within him. Essence calls for the eradication of worry, and in such terms, that means that anything extremely valuable must not be more than concerned about. Remember, worry has ruined many. Stalin *worried* that someone might be trying to overthrow him; he became paranoid and almost slaughtered the entire Russian population. Paranoia is another thing to avoid, and ties in with worry. Paranoia is a crippling disease, not just an extreme state of concern. One who is paranoid can often perpetuate deeds that normally, he would not even think of enacting upon others. In order to become paranoid, one must first worry. Which is why, worry should be abandonded before everything else. The Second Abandonment Prediction Predicition is an ugly word. Nostradamus made himself a legend off the process, but his predictions are so widely applicable and so vague that they can often be applied to almost situation. Fortelling something, or trying to, is giving yourself false hope. False hope, in turn, is deception to one's self. And lying to yourself, well, it is just not a factor when the Essence is involved. Trying to, say, predicit if that girl is going to fall down the stairs with her big shoes is not true predicting. That's just fooling around, and means nothing at all. Trying to see too deeply into the future (predicting the next year of your life) is frivilous and unnecessary, not to mention distracted. If you try to plan out the year, than that would work. Predicting sets you up for downfall, and downfall, with the lost hopes that accompany it, are detrimental to any sort of development. The Third Abandonment Perception of Others The last thing to be abandonded as an old way of thinking is the pre-meditated perception of others. Having a detrimental view of someone downplays their full necessity and asset to you as a person. As this is not something that truly need to be elaborated on, it will be cut off here. For it is not a man in himself that he is created, but the opinion of others that truely creates the man. And my opinion of myself creates who I am. For example, I only percieve and think myself to be humorous, attractive, intelligent and ... well, attractive, then it is my perception. But others opinions, not my own, make this either true or untrue. Recall this, when you need the ideals to live by. For it is the Essence that will fuel you. |
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| Monday, January 26th, 2004 |
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Some poor day, some poor blasted day, I will not be able to share my ideals with the world. Yes, children, but hush now. My ideals will live on! For it is not a man in himself that he is created, but the opinion of others that truely creates the man. And my opinion of myself creates who I am. For example, I only percieve and think myself to be humorous, attractive, intelligent and ... well, attractive, then it is my perception. But others opinions, not my own, make this either true or untrue. After all, like Obi-Wan Kenobi said, it's all about our point of view. So Forkem's gone. He's up and left us without any sort of trace of midterms or graded works. What the hell is that? I mean, come on guy! What's the damned deal? You can't just up and leave for Cameroon and conquer the country and not give us our come-uppons. I mean, not come-uppons...I mean midterm grades. I, for one, love my midterm grades. And I take solace in the fact I will never have an exam like that ever again. BTW, Russo's back. She looks like this:  Sort of like that. But not exactly. But the women is the devil! And if she's not the devil, then she's the Rosemary. And her children will grow up to be so whacked out, man, I'd hate to see her kids. They're probably fucked up beyond repair. And I think I might have to wear my button down black shirt and white collar soon, because an exorcism is underfoot. And by underfoot, I mean under the beast. And by under the beast, I mean: Russo will be exorcised. You have my word. In other news... - Went to deliver a note to Ms. Arena from Ms. Lilja today. Took an hour and fifteen minutes. - Kicked Maggie in the butt. That was fun. - Sorta kinda flirted with Miranda. That was cool, cuz at lunch, I disscussed Erin and Miranda's HLA. - Talked to Bud. - Sent Jamie on a mission to find me a date to the Soph Semi. Requirment: Must be equal to, greater than, or surpass my own beauty. - Admired myself in the mirror. - Mel wants roses for Valentine's Day. I'll be happy to oblige. But RED? Red means love, Mel. Like deep love. You might have to settle for yellow, cuz good Christian friendship love is the only love you'll get from me. - VIW Awards soon. I'm already devising an angle for Pompeo's induction. If he can pull of a Scottish accent...or some French accent...or maybe Ah-nold...yeah, it'll all work out, even if he can't. - Me and Pompeo gots to get mad started on a Philosophy book. - Went to Nes'. Talked about stuff. Watched the Mister Show. Didn't get it, but parts of it were quite humorous. - Lombard tomorrow. Everyone now.... WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! |
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| Saturday, January 24th, 2004 |
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Exams are over! Let us review how I'm sure I did on each one of them. Period A Medical Biology Mr. William Forkem Subtitle: The Guy Teaches, Yet Can Barely Speak English Summary: It was surpringly wicked easy. The guy pretends we barely understand what he's talking about, but deep down inside, we actually get it better than he does. The only thing difficult was his phrasing of questions. Period B NONE! Period C Philosophy Mr. Christopher Hopkins Subtitle: Easier Than Thought Summary: I did it backwards, from question 85 to 1, so that no one could copy me. It was moderately hard, yet I understand I scored a B. As Ric Flair might say, WOOOOO! Period D Writing Workshop Mrs. Cynthia deSilva Subtitle: Nothing To Worry About Summary: You have to be quite stupid to not do good on this test. It wasn't that was easy (I'm sure it wasn't to some people), you just gots to know your subject. And I did. So again, wooo for me. Period E Web Page Design Ms. Kathryn Gadzera Subtitle: Not Hard At All Summary: This was an obvious easy one. Not sure of my score, but it's obviously very high. And the test was obviously not hard at alll. Period F English Ms. Kariryn Lilja Subtitle: Know Your Vocab Summary: Again, another one that I was informed of as being hard, but quite easy for me. As long as you knew the vocabulary to study, you could get an easy high marking on this one. Period G Spanish Youth Lit. Profe Brian Vosselor Subtitle: That Was A Midterm? Summary: Easy Streeet....stupid freshman who pulled the fire alarm will die! I can't believe I had to go outside in single digit degree weather. Seriosly, I almost went into a seizure like state. But still...easier than a two-dollar hooker. And then, I had the weirdest dream that Ms. Gilette, the student teacher in Profe's class, mothered my son. It was odd, too, because I didn't recall any sort of baby-making process or anything. Not only that, I didn't pay child support or anything. The baby's parentage was very public, and in my dream, her family was from Canada. It was odd...she brought the kid to school and everything. Then, after I had that dream, I had a dream that my Uncle Mike was still alive, and we went to visit him. He thought I was hilarious and wouldn't stop giving us shot of Amaretto. It was pretty cool. "We had sex three times last night. I'd have to say the last time was the fucking best. Let me tell you. Scott's one fucking hot hot hot hot guy and wow. That's the only word I can describe it. "Wow". haha. " And today, as I checked random Blurtys, I find this. I know someone writing in these things was getting some boo-tay. Go megan in Ontario! You be getting some good sex, and I congratulate you. Philosophy De La Now "Fuck what they (other people) think." |
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| Wednesday, January 21st, 2004 |
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I have a reflection time. It's my walk home from Nes' house usually. On the way down the street (the middle of the street, no less), that's when my day slows down. I observe clearly, I breathe cleanly and instead of just taking a passing glance at things, I'm able to stop and look at them. Of course, that's what observe is supposed to mean. But you already know that. Like tonight...I watched the stars as I sauntered home. You see the stars all the time, but do you ever actually get a chance to look at them? I mean really take a nice long stare. It makes you remember how small we really are compared to everything else around us. And I think this is an important lessons to realize. Not that we are insignifcant, but that we are small. And because we are tiny compared to what's around us, it's important for us to do big things. Why? Because it makes things worthwhile. My *mother* told me not to run for Class President...I did it anyways. And I beat six other guys. You know why I did it? To do something big. Because, let's face it, our time on this earth it limited. You have to go out loud and boisterous, not quiet and reserved. And when you die, man, that's when people start to forget you. Everyday that passes puts more strain on the memory. So go out with a bang, in fact...tommorrow morning, start it off with a loud noise of some sort. Possibly emitted from you. It wouldn't matter. Just don't be quiet. Sure, we're all small in comparison to the world and the universe. But it's our actions, our words, that truly make us bigger. Joke De La Now While preaching to the crowd one day, Jesus told the people "Lo, and come unto me, my children, and you shalt see the miracle hand of the Father. Ask of it, and it shall be given unto you." A man approached the Lord and said this, "My Lord, my wife is but one day away from erasing our marriage. Could thou please summon divine intervention and allow my marriage to remain whole?" The Lord then proceeded to look to his left, then to his right, then to his left again. Finally, He turned back to the man. "What do I look like," the Lord said, "a miracle worker?" |
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1. I taught Murphy's class yesterday. 2. I have to admit, it was quite fun to be on the other side of the teacher/student spectrum. 3. Except only two people paid attention to me: Frankie and Lanie. 4. I taught about the secret societies of the Illuminati and the Beildeggers, as well as the Freemasons. 5. Revealed all their dirty little secrets, and how they control the spectrum of everything. 6. Because it was all true. 7. Found out I have about five hundred essays, all due on various days of midterm week. Did I mention is was midterm week? It's midterm week. 8. Writing another story. This one's more romantic and less...scary. 9. Because, in my chocolate-filled center, I'm really just a sap for a good romance story. And no, not the trashy romance novels you find at the supermarket. I mean a good, well-developed story. Like that movie with Kate Hudson and that guy. 10. That was a good chick-flick, romanctic sappy movie. 11. Well, except my romance story involves suicide and homosexuality. 12. Something that's just not as run as the mill as it should be in most romance stories. 13. Well, Romeo and Juliet, but come on, Shakespeare was a genius man who was way ahead of his time. 14. I know that and you know that. 15. Forkum's midterm is today. 16. I'm not as scared of the prospect itself as I am of the man behind the desk. 17. Forkum could be a mass murderer, awaiting trial in his native land after the hostile takeover of a different warlord and we wouldn't have a clue. 18. Not a damn clue. 19. That's it. 20. I'm gonna start doing background checks on all my teachers. 21. It's the only for my own (and my classmates) safety. Quote De La Now "Beaten! I have a friend who answered a quesion in class saying the Civil War was caused by SEXUAL tension... he meant to say sectional... and seriously said sexual." - Mark Bosco |
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| Saturday, January 17th, 2004 |
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Ladies and gentleman, I'd like to make a proposal. Imagine, if you will, a circus. But not any old circus. For this circus has a deep dark secret, a secret so brought up from the bowels of hell that not even Krueger himself can stand to think of it. What could this secret be? Is it the past of the lion tamer, who tore his way up the ranks by killing his teacher? Or, perhaps, the bearded lady, who in fact, is just a man taking hormones to alter his voice. Maybe the clowns, who feed off the gluttonous people who come too close or overtstay their welcome or eat one too many corndogs. Don't forget about the midgets...enslaved children who run away from home to escape the tyrannical rule of their parents... ...the ringmaster himself. A man with such a muddled past that his story barely escapes above a rumor. They say he was born in a dungeon, a room with no light and his first cry was silenced by the crack of a rusty whip. They say his eyes are louder than his short, stocky movements, which are so rapid, yet calculated enough, that they can be anticipated but never predicted. The ringmaster speaks, yes, but only when he is called upon to do so. His voice never rises above a whisper, yet he always manages to spellbind the audience with his unkempt majesty and unruly personage. The ringmaster does not welcome the crowd to "the greatest show on earth" nor does he stand and bark like some sort of everyday carnival worker. His circus is a tightly controlled one, from the human bullet down to the elephant feeders. When his whip cracks. it is echoed off silent walls and rushed through the tents like a cold and downtrodden gale. He is the master, he is their general. He instructs them on what to eat, how to dress, and who they are to be. He is the controller. The twisted masses huddle in, day after day, week after week and finally, month after month. The ringmaster decides on what to run on each show in any given day. It is his show, after all. If the elephants aren't making enough profit, then he includes them on the auction block in the next town over. And he never leaves a backwater town with perpetuating some torrent affair with a trailer park girl he picks up over a meal of chicken and saltwater gravy...the ringmaster has many an illegitimate child across these territories. The women are often so ashamed, they do reveal the true parentage of their children, instead keeping it hidden like a buried treasure. Be wary of the circus, my friends. The bearded lady, the midgets, the lion tamer, the cannabil clowns. But do not ignore the ringmaster. He is your master, and in his arena, you become his slave. ***** Holy poop! Color me Stephen King or what? |
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| Tuesday, January 13th, 2004 |
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So here I am, sitting in Ms. Gadzera's class, writing in my blurty. Tom will not stop talking and insisted on showing me his webpage, which I thought was pretty overblown. I mean, the webpage portrays as some sort of pro snowboard/skier? I mean, come on guy! You're only a sophmore! If you were a proffessional, what the heck are you doing in school? Bud's being quite annoying as well. He just won't shut up! Damnit, Bud, stop telling me how stupid I am! I'm smart and sexy! SO DON'T CALL ME UGLY, DARN IT! Joe Dion was just picking his nose. I want to remember that he was doing this at 1:23 PM on Tuesday, January 13th, 2004. So when he graduates, I can remind him about it. After all, what's the use for getting dirt on people unless you can use it against them? I'm still not exactly sure why Lauren diNitto is in this class. Is she a teacher's aide or an actual student? Let's ask her and find out. Apparently, she has an indepedent study and is here working on a website. Ok, I get it now. It's good for me, because understanding is the key to knowledge. I just said "Bless you" to Bud. John Clay's back. He must've finished up his suspension. I held the door open for Erin and Miranda when they came into the room. I think that was pretty chivalrous of me, whatever that means. Because it's awesome to have good manners. Someday soon, my D peroid class is going to Red's Sandwhich Shop for breakfast. Red's is awesome, and the Phantom Gourmet even said so! Jay need a damn haircut. What an unkempt slob, or at least his hair portrays him to be one. I don't mean a massive cut, but maybe just a little trim. Pendola is not here. His own fault, or act of mercy by God? Your choice. :) I've got to type my lesson plan for Murphy's class. More later, possibly. |
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| Monday, January 12th, 2004 |
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1. Everything went pretty damn routine today. 2. And I was in an unbelievably good mood. 3. For someone who woke up at 12:45, had breakfast at one and went back to bed, not eating again until fourth lunch. 4. Avigian needs us student council peeps to sell ten tickets per person. 5. So, if you wanna go, let me know and gimme five bucks. That's how much tickets cost. 6. I am to understand it's cheaper than one in Boston. ...more later...possibly in the week... |
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| Friday, January 9th, 2004 |
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I am: The Man. And to be the Man, you gotta beat the Man! I love: My family, the people, God I hate: hypnotism and Eurocentric superialism I fear: the afterlife I hope: I'm wearing clean underwears I hear: Foo Fighters - Learning To Fly I crave: food, company I regret: some things I've done or said I cry: when necessary I care: too much I always: put on deodorant I believe: in God, in the brotherhood of man I feel: pretty damn good, thank you I listen: to just about everyone I hide: when people expect more from me I drive: myself to work hard I sing: everything I dance: whenever it's possible I write: lots of things....stories and poems and plays. I play: Ultimate Frisbee I miss: Schwenk! I learn: something new everything day I feel: pretty damn good I know: something about some things, but not everything I succeed: when I try hard I dream: about becoming the Pope I wonder: if God will help me fufill my dream I want: something good to happen for everyone I have: limitless compassion, sort of I give: what I can and when I can I fell: off of a ladder I fight: no one in particular I need: food I say: "I'm a wheelin', dealin', kiss stealin', limo ridin', jet flyin' son of gun! WOOO!" |
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2004 |
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When it comes crashing down, and it hurts inside Ya' gotta take a stand, it don't help to hide If you hurt my friends, can you hurt my pride I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide I am a real American Fight for the rights of every man I am a real American Fight for what's right - Fight for your life Well I'm feeling strong about right and wrong (Ooo yeah) And I don't take trouble for very long. I got somethin' deep inside of me Courage is the thing that keeps us free I am a real American Fight for the rights of every man I am a real American Fight for what's right - Fight for your life I am a real American Fight for the rights of every man I am a real American Fight for what's right - Fight for your life If you hurt my friends, can you hurt my pride I gotta be a man, I can't let it slide I am a real American Fight for the rights of every man I am a real American Fight for what's right - Fight for your life -- This song is filled with such unwielding uncreative theme and unknowingly patriotic lyrics. I don't know why it's not bigger than it already is. It tells us so many different, but important lessons in only three minutes and forty-seven seconds. Look at those lyrics! Generic? Yes. Forumlaric? Yes. But is there a message there? You bet there is. Being an American is fighting for the rights of every man. It's not coming crashing down when it hurts inside, it's taking a stand. It's not letting people hurt your friends, and remembering courage is the thing that keeps us free. Because, if you'll remember, your history correctly, that's exactly the thing keeping America free with it's ideals and beliefs. Got the Ric Flair DVD for Christmas. I highly reccomend, because it shows the wrestling world why exactly Flair's known as the Man. Facing Steamboat, Sting, Funk, Race, even Hunter, and it's all on there! The Mick Foley compilation is coming out, and I might wanna reserve a copy. That one looks excellent as well, and I can hardly wait. I thought I got fired last night at work. You want to know why I thought this? I didn't pay attention and I wasn't busy. So I thought I heard Teddy tell me to go home and find another place to work. Which is sad, but fortunately, that's not what he said. I didn't pay attention, I heard the wrong thing. I'm happy I'm not fired...I've never had a bad boss, and I guess that counts as a blessing. ...looks like I am to be heading off to school. Wish me fun. |
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| Saturday, January 3rd, 2004 |
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You have got to be kidding me. The History Channel DVD will not work anywhere in my house! Not in one of the two DVD players, not in my computer, not anywhere! This is pre-meditated; someone has set me up so I don't get to teach Murphy's class. I'm gonna have to see if I can exchange the DVD for a VHS; hopefully, they do stuff like that. I mean, it's the History Channel. I have my receipt and alla that junk.... A lot of people dread going back to school. Me, I try to see the good in everything. I know that soon I will be done, and that other things will be absorbed into my life. The real world is not something I fear. So, go back and study and homework and tests. Church tomorrow, interview Monday. I'm going to get to bed early so I can wake up for ten. I know it seems silly, but I need to go to bed early to get up at ten. I don't know how I'm going to be able to wake up on my own. An alarm clock will simply not budge me from my bed, and that's the truth. Might as well do one of these list things.... 1. Nicknames: Tony the Janitor 2. Birthday: 5/2/85 3. Real Name: Tony Ciruolo 4. Sex: Male 5. Where do you live?: Danvers 6. What school do you attend?: Danvers High 7. Siblings and their ages: Mic-16, Pepe-14, Maria-12 8. Pets: Sumi the Dog 9. Zodiac Sign: Taurus 10. Righty or Lefty: Righty ***YOUR LOOKS*** 11. Hair color: Brown 12. Eye color: Brown 13. Height: 5'11 1/2'' 14. Do you wear contacts or glasses?: Contacts 15. Do you have any piercings?: No 16. Where do you want more if you do?: 17. Do you have a tattoo?: Nope 18. If so what and where?: Back 19. Do you wear any rings?: No 20. Do you have a certain fashion you follow?: If it's comfortable, wear it ***JUST LATELY*** 21. How are you today?: Decent, been better 22. What pants are you wearing right now?: Pajamas 23. What shirt are you wearing right now?: Grey Aeropostale 24. What does your hair look like at the moment?: Short 25. What song are you listening to right now?: AC/DC - Shook Me All Night Long 26. What was the last thing you ate?: Macaroni 27. How is the weather right now?: cold and dark 28. Last person you talked to on the phone?: Nes 29. Who are you talking to right now?: Myself 30. What time is it?: 9:00 ***More about YOU!*** 31. What are the last four digits of your phone number?: ..dunno, just got the cell... 32. If you were a crayon what color would you be?: Silver 33. Have you ever almost died?: No 34. Do you like the person that sent you this?: Sure, why not? 35. How do you eat an Oreo?: Lick the frosting, yadda, yadda 36. What makes you happy?: Friends, people in general 37. What's the next CD you are going to buy?: ...um...probably the Randy Savage CD... 38. What religion/denomination are you?: Catholic 39. What's the best advice ever given to you?: Let Go 40. What are your future goals?: Become the Pope 41. Do you like to dance?: I love to 42. Worst sickness you ever had?: Heart break 43. What's the stupidest thing you've ever done?: Lied 45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: The hereditary circles beneath my eyes 46. Where do you shop the most?: Guitar Center 47. How many kids do you want to have?: 0 48: Son's Name: 49. Daughter's?: 50. Do you do drugs?: No 51. Do you drink?: No 52. What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use?: Herbal essence and Selsan Blue 53. What sport do you hate the most?: Probably Slamball 54. What are you most scared of?: Heights 55. How many TV's do you have in your house?: 3 56. Do you have your own phone line?: Just my cell 57. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: Not currently 58. Have you ever broken/sprained/fractured a bone?: Yes, Christmas Eve, broke my arm when I was two 59. Who is the loudest friend you have?: Me 60. Who's the quietest friend?: Trav ***********Just qUestIOns************* 61. Is cheerleading a sport?: Yes 62. How many licks does it take to get to the center?: Mr. Owl says it's three 63. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?: Chicken ***YOU and LOVE*** 64. Do you believe in love?: I do 65. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?: No 66. Do you have a crush?: No 67. Who is your crush?: N/A 68. Did you send this to your crush?: N/A 69. Do you believe in love at first sight?: No 70. Where would you like to go on your honeymoon?: Italy 71. What song do you want played at your wedding?: Another One Bites the Dust by Queen 73. Longest crush?: They only last for so long... 74. Are you too shy to ask someone out?: No I usually do it ***********Pick THIS OR THAT********************** 115. Lights on/off?: Off to get Off 116. Do you like snow, sun or rain?: Rain 117. McDonalds or Burger King?: B. King 118. Scary or happy movies?: Scary 119. Backstreet Boys or *Nsync?: I'd rather listen to Creed, and I don't like Creed 120. On the phone or in person?: In Person 121. Paper or plastic?: Rubber 122. Sausage or pepperoni?: Onion 123. Summer or winter?: Winter 124. Hugs or kisses?: Kisses of the neck area 125. Chocolate or white milk?: White 126. Root Beer or Dr. Pepper?: Ginger Ale 127. Glass half full or half empty?: Full 128. CD or Tape?: CD 129. Tape or DVD?: DVD 130. Cats or Dogs?: Dogs 131. Vanilla or Chocolate?: Vanilla 132. Skiing or Boarding?: Fuck them ************Favorites**************** 136. Number: 21 137. Actor or actress?: Hilary Duff 138. Day of the year?: May 2 139. Month?: June 140. TV Show?: Degrassi, Emeril, History Channel 141. Store?: Dollar Store 142. Scent?: Axe ~~~HAve you EVER~~~ 145. Smoked?: No 146. Drank?: Word 147. Ever gotten dumped?: Once 148. Broken the law?: I don’t know 149. Run from the cops?: Nope 150. Stolen something?: Yes 151. Tried to kill yourself?: No 152. Made yourself throw up?: At Kyle's house, but I didn't really know how to and was only trying to scare someone away 153. Been in love?: No 154. Made yourself cry to get out of trouble?: It works SHOE SIZE: 13 THINK YOU ARE ATTRACTIVE: If I had a twin, I'd be gay THINK YOU HAVE COMMON SENSE: Yes SHAVE: Yes BELIEVE IN ALIENS: LIKE SITCOMS: Fucking wanna blow them up HAVE SEX: I haven’t yet. Have You Ever WENT BUNJEE JUMPING: Not yet HAD A CRUSH ON A TEACHER: Yes DeMarkles and Hodkinson LAUGHED: Duh BEEN SARCASTIC: Hmmmmm CRIED: Yes WANTED TO DIE: Word BEEN SCARED TO HALF DEATH: Yes, when my dad was in the hospital TOUCHED THE OPPOSITE SEX'S PRIVATE PARTS: teeeehehehehehehe WENT SKINNY DIPPING: Yes BEEN IN LOVE: Nope SAID "I LOVE YOU" AND DID NOT MEAN IT: Nope GOTTEN INTO A FIGHT WITH YOUR PET: Nope HAD A DREAM ABOUT SOMETHING WEIRD AND IT HAPPENED THE NEXT DAY: My ass STALKED SOMEONE: I don’t think so HAD A MUD BATH: No WISHED YOU WERE THE OPPOSITE SEX: Nah What comes to mind when you hear: BLUE: da-boo-da-boo-die SOCKS: never find em MIRROR: where? CRACKER: where? COW: biscuit FRANCE: snails ZINE: dumb slang word AOL: I get along well without it JELLY: strawberry FISH: bak a la The last person who...? WROTE YOU A NOTE: ...no one CALLED YOU: Nes KISSED YOU: ….. HUGGED YOU: Pepe EMAILED YOU: Fr. Mark TOLD YOU THEY LOVE YOU: My mom WAS MEAN TO YOU: My brother SAID SOMETHING NICE TO YOU: Nes YOU WENT TO THE MALL WITH: Pepe Maria Mom SAID THEY HATED YOU: Mike |
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| Thursday, January 1st, 2004 |
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So the new year is upon us...hopefully, if I can re-invent myself instead of being the same old person, some things can get better. But of course, I'm not sure I need to. Maybe I just have to get some affairs in orders, get to the gym a bit more. Gym is good, but I hate going during vacation because there are always a shitload of people there. You know what I love about this vacation? The fact that I have done absolutely nothing. The nothing factor always makes me feel refreshed and ready to take on the school year again. I still don't know what's supposed to happen with this Senior Snowball thing, but hopefully it can get off the ground. I had an interview on Tuesday with Fr. Nestor, and then my last interview is next week. It's basically been the same questions again and again, so I know what to say and how to say it. When I was little, I wanted to conquer the world. Not in some stupid figurative sense either...I mean *LITERALLY* rule the world. How the heck am I supposed to do that, though? I think I'd need an army and a political position and all of that junk...my original plan would never work. I don't speak Chinese, so I wouldn't be able to have the backing of the most populated country on the planet. |
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| Tuesday, December 30th, 2003 |
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So I've been reading other people's journals lately. People I don't know, and some people I sure I do know. And it struck me that these might be people who I will never know, or maybe people I'd want to know. Then again, maybe the people I know aren't the people I think they are. You never know. Some journals reveal information that is quite personal and others.... ...well, let's just say if you want a dead journal, you have to be a little odd. Lots of surveys. Lots of quiz results. And a lot of them are not kept or updated. Which stinks Tomorrow, yet another meeting with Fr. Tom Nestor. Then I get to go to work. Wednesday, I hit up the Yacht Club. I'm not sure about the Sub Shop. I mean, I hate dealing with customers. I hate having to make Teddy repeat himself. Other than that, it's all good. I mean, money's good. Stockpiling it is good. Maybe I should get into the stock market? Now, for something uplifting... "Two is not one plus one, two is a thousand times one! For all we know, perhaps it wasn't even good for God to be alone." |
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| Sunday, December 28th, 2003 |
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If my life right now was being watched bya wrestling crowd, they'd be chanting "BOR-ING! BOR-ING!" There's not a whole lot happening. I'm considering just undecorating the Christmas tree and leaving it up to hang memos and stuff on. "Where are the headphones?" "On the tree." I mean, come on! You'd never lose anything. Heck, as long as people can remember to look to the tree, they shouldn't fail. I feel like I'm growing up and maturing, and man, I can't stand it! My weird-o-meter has seriously, seriously dropped to what I call "frighteningly normal." I mean, was Freddy the Falcon it? Was mascotting at the football games my last big weirdness hurrah? I should hope not...maybe it's the flu. I've been wicked cold lately and the timing on my humor's been off. Plus random parts of my body will just fall asleep...it's odd... Hung out with Nes, Shaina, Elyse, Kenny, Gargan, Jen and Dan last night. It was kinda odd to hang out with Dan...someone I should know, but I don't. But he is my second cousin after all, and along with me, Tara and Sean were all born around the same year. Meh, perhaps I will get to know him better. Him and Nes are cooking some band thing up, and me, Lox, gris and Corleone got the Internet band OWN3D going. I'm not sure how that's supposed to work, my computer seems incapable of recording what I play. Hopefully I'll hit up radio shack by the end of the week. I know I have philosophy homework to do. Tomorrow's Monday, and I guess I could pull it out and look at it. I can easily bang out a six, seven page essay with little to no effort. Things like that come easy to me. Now, adding up prices at the sub shop? Not as easy. Here's the beginning to a song I wrote...I'm not sure if it's any good, because I am pretty much unable to compose music. I did today's crossword But got yesterday's answers I perused War and Peace And read the entire thing backwards |
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| Wednesday, December 24th, 2003 |
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1. Ah yes...Feliz Navidad, Buon Natale... 2. Christmas is a wonderful time of year. 3. Or whatever holiday you chose to celebrate, if you recognize any at all. 4. Ok, so I think the psycological profiling went well. 5. You can never tell with these guys. I mean, honestly, they ask wayyy too personal questions. 6. Seriously too personal. 7. So Trav dug his Xmas present. Which is cool. It was a 1428 sign, like the number of the house in the Nightmare On Elm St. series. 8. Melanie, my treasurer, got into Brown. She's going to be a teacher, of Japanese language and religion. 9. So someone else in the class officers is getting into religion. Just, you know, not like as a believer. 10. The movie's comin underway. 11. Trav's costume needs to be complete, and I need to see if Father Bill will lend some junk... 12. I wonder if I can take out a loan on a purple stole from Andrew Lane or if I'll have to make it myself. 13. Cuz using a stole from the church would be anti-dogmatic. 14. Why am I so tired? I don't know, I stayed up too late last night. 15. And I guess if you get more than eight hours of sleep in one night, you wake up tired. 16. So Christmas is tomorrow. 17. I love Christmas, I just hate what commercialism's done to it. 18. Lot of cleaning done today. I've been meaning to clean out under my bed, but I know it'll take me a while to get around to it. 19. I fear what's under there. 20. So I hope Santa will be good to you all. 21. If you'll excuse me, I have to go finish some more wrapping. |
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Blurty for James Austin Valiant.
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