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Tuesday, September 20th, 2005
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9:02 pm
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Machinery Motif--> Characterization of Jack as apathetic and just going through motions of life.
"For it takes the greatest effort to believe in their reality and to believe in their reality you must believe in your own but to believe in your own you must believe in theirs, but to believe in theres you must believe in your own- one-two, one-two, one-two, like feet marching. But if you have no feet to march with. Or if they are wooden. But I looked down at them and they were marching, one-two one-two" (Warren, 268).
"The words Anne Stanton were simply a name for a peculiarly complicated piece of mechanism which should mean nothing to Jack Burden, who himself was simply another rather complicated piece of mechanism" (Warren, 311).
Spider-web theory/interconnection of actions motif --> Characterizes Jack as shirking responsibility when he does not accept the theory. (First two quotes refer to Jack not accepting theory, last one is after his shift).
"Cass Mastern lived for a few years and in that time he learned that the world is all of one piece. He learned that the world is like an enormous spider web and if you touch it, however lightly, at any point, the vibration ripples to the remotest perimeter..." (Warren, 188).
"...For nothing was your fault or anybody's fault, for things are always as they are" (Warren, 311).
"Nor can I feel that it matters, for each of us is the son of a million fathers" (Warren, 436).
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| Thursday, March 10th, 2005
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9:51 pm - Sin City
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| Sunday, February 20th, 2005
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9:06 pm
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 | You scored as Artistic. Congratulations, you scored Artistic. You're looking for the unique movie in the bunch. You've probably watched a lot of movies that nobody has ever heard of, and good for you. You also know good filmmaking when you see it. You just get it, no questions asked. Check out: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Amelie, Garden State, Lost in Translation.
Artistic | | 85% | Drama/Suspense | | 80% | Sadistic Humour | | 75% | Mindfuck | | 70% | Sci-Fi/Fantasy | | 40% | Romantic Comedy | | 20% | Mindless Action Flick | | 0% |
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| Saturday, February 19th, 2005
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10:51 pm - Ok Im back...
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For a real entry. I had the flu..and then pneumonia. That sucked. Being sick sucks. Seriosuly guys. And then for the thrid bullet to my temple, I had to go back to school.
Super...
And I just typed out an entire entry on the other journal, so now I dont feel like typing anymore. I want to go to bed. But I...well...no theres nothing stopping me. Right. This will be updated for real some-day. Until then...
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| Tuesday, February 8th, 2005
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7:05 pm - Sick Again.
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Don't touch me Im sick.
This sucks.
Someone call me or something.
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| Sunday, February 6th, 2005
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4:40 pm - Rock out
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*Gets Pumped Up*
*Leaves For Concert!!!*
current music: You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead-"Will You Smile Again"
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| Thursday, February 3rd, 2005
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9:09 pm - What?
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Something rather strange happened tonight...Its...unsensible.
Well I resigned to get a haircut..not bad...it was getting obnoxious. So we get home and there are police cars outside? Yeah apparantly while we were gone, we being my father and I, my mother heard a crash by the front door. Appears that she went out there and there was nothing, but then she opened the door and there was a picture of a woman who appeared to have been beaten? And then she turned the picture over, it was 35 millimeter film, and there was blood on it? And a bloody print on the door and a drak figure walking away? This scares the hell out of her, as it should, so she calls the cops. They come, talk to the neighbors, talk to us. Our neighbor to the right's girlfriend sends them a sketchy story about her coming over to talk and show us a picture of her after a car accident two months ago, but tripping on the step, cut her head and left. Which would explain the crash, but not the picture being left in the door handle, or her walking away without explaining. At all. But the cops bought it, I guess, and left.
Man this is weighing on me. She's a little sketchy, so we're thinking that it was either her, or someone meaning to go to her door? It's really rather freaky though. *Shudders* Especially the picture. Oh lord. It was..like a Law And Order type ordeal. Lord. Now Im all..what the hell? I guess well see how this goes.
*Grabs trusty butter knife*
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5:50 pm - Can you hear them? They're lying to you.
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God my mom is such a moron sometimes. Honestly.
Her: "You're getting a haircut tonight"
Me: "Mom, I said I needed a haircut, but I can't do it on a schoolnight. I don't have time"
Her: "I don't care, Im not dealing with you, your father is going with you tonight"
Me: "Mom, I SUGGESTED going but I can't do it tonight"
Her: "No! You're going tonight. You'll make time"
Her:"Would you like salmon tonight for dinner, or a tuna melt?"
Me: "Not really in the mood for either. I'll just get myself something"
Her:"This is not your own kitchen! That's whats on the menu tonight!"
Me: "Chill out. I'll just make cereal. Im just not in the mood for seafood"
Her: "Jerk."
WTF? She's such a stupid bitch sometimes, I want to smack her in her goddamned face.
Anyway, other than her being a stupid bitch, today was rather interesting, and mildly eventful. 85 on the Spanish test, making an 87 for the class. I've settled to be content with my B. Fuck anyone who wants more. I work hard and get a B, fine with me. Was late to guitar, just like I am everyday, except today Canton decided to give me a detention. Haha. It's only like my 30th tadry. About time. Ill bullshit something, tell the parents theres a mandatory meeting and bullshit the signature. No more drama is wanted.
English today was all FCAT bullshit. Hooray. We were supposed to write a persuasive essay either for or against minimum GPA's in class, but I wrote a satire piece. Much more amusing. I did that on our homework too: wrote an FCAT essay on why I shouldnt have to write an FCAT essay. The topic was convince someone of the benefits of sunscreen. Haha.
Practice was bearable. Whatever. Im off to I guess get a haircut, if I can't put it off until the weekend. Then Ill come home, eat my cereal dinner, and watch the OC? Maybe history homework will work it's way in there. But Im going to bed at 9:30 regardless.
Tomorrow night I get to play Mommy and attend cheerleading practice while father is taken to the airport. Oh lord. Fuck me in the brain. Whatever. Hanging out/sleeping over? at Chris's that night. Should probably tell mom about that one. And then Relient K Sunday night.
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| Monday, January 31st, 2005
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9:14 pm - Sonnets
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So after writing a sonnet for English, and another for the sake of it, here they are by popular demand:
NO JOHN
Yeah...This weekend wasn't that bad. Rest punctuated by an English video, which was hilarious. And a fight with mother, which she's still ignoring, which is weird because she overreacted and started it and...yeah.
So Lara got her lisence tonight and because I hadn't seen her all weekend I became errand lackey so I went with her to the mall to get something for her mother, and then help her take pictures for her art project. And then we drove around a bit and I kinda tried to get her lost. But I failed. Oh well. Er..good, because I wouldn't want her lost.
I googled "lost" and this came up. What an interesting picture.
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| Friday, January 28th, 2005
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11:12 pm - Loser
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Man Im such a loser. Another Friday passed and I was too much of a lazy sack of crap to go do anything. Mreh. I stayed home fucking up. Great. Just great.
Laras away this weekend. I have to do an English project tomorrow. Church. Maybe hanging with Eric. I guess. God Im starting to hate school with a passion. A super passion. Its not just me though.
I still havent gotten Dead Poets Society back from Lauren. I want my goddamned movie.
No. I want to go to bed. I want to sleep this away.
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| Tuesday, January 25th, 2005
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8:22 pm - You have to be in the mood.
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Yup. Its another one of those nights..where I have no motivation to work. Super. Just super. Considering I have to write a sonnet, illustrate it, study english vocabulary words, although thats easy, and do 17 Spanish translations. It would be more work if I had my Spanish workbook with me, but its sitting in a lab drawer in physics. So nope. Can't do the 10 workbook pages assigned, or feel guilty about not doing it. Sweet.
So today was a chem day? Anyone remember that lab report that took me 3 hours to even get the motivation to start? I got a goddamned 13/20 on it, all for bullshit. Especially 2 points that I could have debated for, because she was wrong, but I hate the class so much, and her so much, that I abruptly ripped that paper in half as soon as I got it. Hope I don't need it again. Oh well if I do. Chem is such a joke. I fell asleep, fell asleep last block, and still did the homework PERFECTLY.
Math was anus too. Always is. Whateva. I wasn't in the mood to be artsy. You have to be in the mood for these things. Instead, I was in the mood to write out the transcript to Providence. Thats all. And I watched Lara, because she's er..pleasing to look at. And I stared off. Thats all. I didnt do math in any way shape or form. Why do they even bother having me come to class? Honestly.
Practice was no fun either. Er...is it ever? No. But some days its more palatable than others. Not today. Bleh.
Lara is at the Josh Groban concert tonight. Interesting. His music is...palatable. Not something Id listen to on a daily basis, but not bad.
God, Damien Rice is amazing. Think..amazing. Yeah. Can't describe it other than that. Amazing, acoustic, chill, yet emotional. Anyone remember that acoustic song on the announcments last week? First line: "Still a little bit of your taste, in my mouth". Chords go from high to low, then low, up, up, lowest. This probably isn't helping, but that was Damien Rice's Cannonball. The best part, was that I was in guitar class, and was able to pick up my guitar and play along. Badass. And the even more best, mildly ironic part? He's Irish. Irish pride, yeah. Or something. God damn, do I ever want to go there.
Still..no homework started. I have a shitty work ethic. It shows up sometimes, but not often, and usually not when I need it to, like tonight.
Sorry, no deepness tonight. Im simply trying to distract myself from homework. Sic transit gloria. C'est la vie.
Wait. I think I got something. Yeah. Look at that. So beautiful. Why doesn't our winter have this? *Pains for snow and grey skies* Does that make me a cynic? I think I like grey sky better than blue.
current music: Damien Rice-"Older Chests"
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| Monday, January 24th, 2005
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8:35 pm - Latin musings
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Sancto diem, sancto noctum. Sic carpe deim, carpe noctum. Sic fiat scientia.
Diem perdidi, hinc illa lacrimae.
No. No I didn't. And theres none of those. Of what? I told you already. Read the latin, damnit! Or..not. Latin fascinates me, though. Latin completely fascinates me. Perhaps because I am inwardly a child of both the Enlightenment and the Renaissance, which drew on ancient cultures? Maybe. Mentally, I guess. I wish I had been. Although thats not humanly possible, by human age restraints. Maybe then its better to be living now, so I can drawn on them as my influences, and further the expanses of the human mind. Scratch that. My mind. Furthering the human race borderlines socialism. When you stop doing things for personal satisfaction, and lose the individual to the majority, then you're not human. Expand my mind. Looks like, thats the one.
Except I hate my current scenery. Concrete wasteland? Im very partial to the term concrete jungle, but its not. Its a concrete wasteland. Its this middle of the line modernity, puncuated by dying wildlife put in only for commercial effect. How much I wish I lived in Ireland on the moors. I promised Lara Id take her when I go.
Hell, I just remembered I have to go. Im Irish. Sweet. An excuse to go and never come back? *Winks viciously*
Hooray for no homework tonight. Hooray for going to bed early. Hooray for The Mars Volta. Continuing to expand ideas. I needed some guitar music today. Got it. Check check and check.
Right. Off to....spiral musings? Satire essay? Ive been meaning to write one of those for a while. Or I could work on that novel idea. Or..continue to plan. I vote for planning. I had this crazy idea today, while I was mildly pissed off when I got home, that some day my parents are going to piss me off and Im going to completely mock them in a writing piece. OR something. That has potential to be cool. Today the fact that my mother doesn't pay attention to me was pissing me off. Its not that she doesn't pay attention, its that she's so busy and stressed, especially since she continues to babysit the neighbors. And then my dads office is being a solid concrete son of a bitch and putting in complete new software, so overtime city? Great.
So according to Julie Im too vocal with my opinions? No. No such thing. Let yourself be heard. According to Chelsea Im her favorite "deep artsy liberal" or something. Mmhmm. Right-o.
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| Sunday, January 23rd, 2005
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4:23 pm - This is fact not fiction.
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Yeah. For the first time in years. I had such a goddamned good entry this morning, and the stupid computer deleated it. Oh well. C'est la vie. La police, ne t'a pas encore trouvé? Looks like I found some new French phrases. Haven't the police found you yet?
Anyway, I finished my History homework. Now Im done for the weekend. So what shalth I do now? Watch a movie, listen to The Cure? Yes. The Cure. Amazing. Disintigration is immaculate. Pink Floyd's The Wall was also listned to for the first time in forever this weekend. And its still amazing. And I listened to Nine Inch Nails The Downward Spiral. Which was weird. And somewhat scary. Very heavy, but ultimately an amazing album.
The temperature has been dropping all day. Its probably in the 40's right now, and Id say down a good 20 degrees since I woke up. Theres a slight, off chance of snow tomorrow morning. Snow flurries. It should hit below freezing tonight, and theres supposed to be precipitation tonight too. Ohh. That would kick so much ass, I can't even describe it.
Yeah so football on today. Shall I watch it? Maybe. It's gonna be Pats and Eagles. Eagles for sure, and I think the Pats will pull it off. If not, its just a stupid game.
"I appeal to you, brothers, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, that all of you agree with one another so that there may be no divisions among you and that you may be perfectly united in mind and thought. My brothers, some from Chloe's household have informed me that there are quarrels among you. What I mean is this: One of you says, “I follow Paul”; another, “I follow Apollos”; another, “I follow Cephas”; still another, “I follow Christ.” Is Christ divided? Was Paul crucified for you? Were you baptized into[b] the name of Paul?" So heres an unusual one. A religious entry. Normally I am laid back spiritually, but this passage read in Church yesterday made me think. Read it once, then read it again, but this time substitute Paul with "The Pope" or "The Catholic Church", and substitute Cehpas or Apollos with "the Methodist Church" or "the Baptist Church". Was the Pope crucified for you? I follow the Baptist Church? That doesnt make any sense. Neither does it make sense to have fighting denominations. Stupid human beings. Especially when you read about Catholic/Protestant fighting..its so futile. Organized religion being above actual beliefs. Like I said, stupid human beings. Anyway...
I think Im off to watch a movie or something. Or..something. Maybe I'll write. Maybe Ill listen to music. Maybe Ill go to youth tonight, but probably not. Honestly, Im all in favor of skipping youth and having small groups at the same time every week. Because compared to youth, small groups is the most accepting place on earth, and its, to me, much better to be going to a discussion group on religion than to somewhere where its shoved down your throat and you have no input at all. Like at small groups, if BD said something I didnt agree with, I could say I didnt agree with it, and we could talk about it, but at youth, its just Tim talking at you. Yeah. In my opinion, Small Groups >>>> Youth Group. But whatever.
Lara begins driving in one week from tomorrow. Thats kind of odd. Not that she's a bad driver or anything, heavens no, but just that we will be able to not need rides anymore? Its just going to be weird. ill be looking around like "Where are the parents?" or "I hope the cops dont catch us." Haha. But I want the freedom. Just under 2 months.
Yeah. Now Im really leaving.
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1:12 pm - Catcher of 1984, protest to.
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FUCK YOU COMPUTER! I HAD AN ENTIRE ESSAY TYPED OUT AND IT JUST DELEATED IT
Goddamnit. Important parts?
Link to a poem-y thing. I am Thurston Moore. Read it.
Spent time with Lara last night, which was nice. Watched a movie and then Whose's Line. It was good.
Driving. Lara does it in a week. Kinda scary, the premise of people my age driving, not because of irresponsibility, but because it will just be weird.
And uh...the rest doesn't matter.
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| Saturday, January 22nd, 2005
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2:43 pm - Ive been away since Wednesday?
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Right. That chem lab Wednesday? I sat down to di it at 7...10:30 rolls around..still not done. www.livejournal.com/users/driveclean - thats what I did instead. Yeah. And then after going to bed at like 11:30, my alarm went off at midnight. That was no fun. So Thursday..I slept through chem. Honestly slept. And we apparantly took notes the entire time..I already understand how to do it. That class is a joke.
Friday...Spanish 1/2? Destroyed the test. Or maybe not. Not that it matters. Im stuck with a B in that class, because Risco will make it so. I think I wrote in there instead. Let me check. Yes I did. I also might have come up with a...novel idea. Yes its farfetched that it will ever materialize into an actual writing piece. But it still excites me, maybe just for the opportunity to have a work in progress. Unfortunatly on Friday, I also left my guitar in Powell. Damn. Super damn. That really sucks. Oh well. Not that Im afraid it won't be there, I just wanted to play this weekend. Too bad.
Last night was...personal demons..or something. Yeah. No more.
So I slept to 1145 today. Awesome. First time in a week where I got enough sleep. Thats always good.
So..planning on seeing Lara tonight after church..maybe to just come over/go over and watch a movie. But we do that every week. Not that its bad. I don't know. I just don't want her to get bored, but seeing as we're both not able to drive, and Im broke, date options are limited. Oh well. Shes says she's fine with it. And it gives us good time to talk.
And I promise once I can drive that I'll take you out somewhere nice that you want to go. You being Lara, because you're not the only one that reads this anymore.
Yeah. Not too poetic today. Or insightful. Oh well. Carpe the diem. Seize the...carpet.
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| Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
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6:57 pm - Ive got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots.
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So Im supposed to be doing a chemistry write up right now. Oh well. I really think I hate chemistry, or maybe it's just Mrs. Whittaker's influence, because I hate her too.
Instead Im writing in this, listening to DCFC, and smelling my candle.
The smell faintly reminds me of her, er you, because you're the only one that reads this, because its the same candle that I burt for the first time that night we were lying together on my bed watching Monty Python And The Holy Grail, and it was after we'd had a rough week and that night just felt so right.
Ahem. Excuse me for getting mushy on you all. Er, you. Again. No one else reads this. Whatever.
School was good, 95 on the history test, which is awesome. Perfect essay, points off only on identification. Hell yeah. That excites me, because on the last history test, I got an astounding score of 67 percent. Hooray. I actually did work in coaching too. Amazing, I know. Until second hour, when I decided it would be better to listen to music, and just sit down and write. In half an hour I filled 2 pages with my thoughts. Or something. I also finished 1984 last night. Great novel. A warning? Against losing human qualities? Like love, and critical thought? A warning against mind games and oppression and power hunger? Yes. And more. And a great novel, if you can stomach the political. I can. I devour the political, but thats just me. And I re-started The Catcher In The Rye. Goddamn I love that book. Theres not like..a conhesive point to it either. It's just the writings of a sarcastic, 16 year old kid...well, figuratively...trying to figure out this world, which I guess you could say he does? I don't really know. I never could put my finger on the theme or idea in that bookm but I can say that it affected me in some way that I cannot describe. Perhaps I'd do best to just quote Holden Caulfied, in that the status for judging a good book is that after reading it, you feel like the author is a close friend. Maybe it's so good because Holden is a lot like me. Or I like him, since it was written in 1951. Maybe that's why..it's like reading your old journals. It's cathartic. Or something. A friend of mine once said that it was such a good book because Holden Caulfield is in all of us. Yes. That's it.
Practice sucked. I felt awful. Oh well. I get over it.
I wonder what kind of memories were lost when that house caught aflame? A grandmother's chest, filled with old love letters, the only thing she had left to remember her slain husband by other than a cheap military medal and a monthly government check? A journal containing the mental figurings of a teenager, his escape from the world and way of figuring things out? A young child's doll, used so that the evils of the night could never touch her with that? Kinda makes you think...how much do you actually lose? A house? Or a lifetime? No. Not a lifetime. That's contained in you. All of it. So that at the end of life, you can look back and figure out what just happend. Or...something.
Chem lab chem lab, oh ever elusive chem lab, when will you just show up on my screen? Right. Never. Better get to work then.
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| Tuesday, January 18th, 2005
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8:34 pm - Beware!
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Man, I woke up in a mad mood today. It lasted through almost missing the bus, through the morning, and even through Spanish, although thats not surprising. Guitar and physics, and Lara between periods was much better. As was lunch. Although, my mini-depression caused for some interesting writing. I wish I could show everyone, but then Id have to kill everyone. Meh. C'est La Vie..or something like that. Carpe the diem...Ill stop now.
And English wasnt that bad either. Even though we had to do Florida Writes. It was imaginative. We were supposed to, at one point, add elaboration to paragraphs. And at another point, write an entire Florida Writes essay, which is the equivalent of a rather short and dull essay, on why a teen center should be built. I had fun with that. Think..the youth are going to die, and the adults know it, and then apply that to my essay. Bullshitting statistics was fun too. Mmm. Its borderline satire on the state of our youth and why its going downhill, or something, but it didnt start out to be that. It started out to be a jackass essay. Kinda like a "I don't care about this, so I will flaunt writing skill and create a cynical pile of shit". But if you look back, its borderline satire. And thinking about it, it might have been more fun to full out saternize the concept, saying that its a way for parents to control kids, because God forbid kids figure something out on thier own and aren't sheltered. That would have been more fun. Maybe that will be a little creative writing thing I do one of these days.
And in other news...Im almost done with 1984, and am thinking of re-reading Catcher In The Rye, because I realized how similar I am to Holden Caulfield today. That was part of my little mini-depression writing's center. Made for a little abstract prose and some maybe song lyrics? Always fun.
Man I wish I lived in Ireland. I hate our half concrete jungle. It either has to be all jungle, like New York, to give that full city feel, or like rural Ireland, with rolling hills. One or the other. Not concrete jungle with run down bushes everywhere. I remembered today that I never have walked the streets of New York at night..like the people do in the opening bit of SNL. I really think that would be cool, and would love to visit the city on my own sometime.
But Id rather live in Ireland.
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| Monday, January 17th, 2005
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5:38 pm - Gimme some more...
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Super. If you notice, theres no normal high shcool kid on there. Oh well. I didnt get stoner, goth, nerd, or prep.
I didnt do anything today. Talked to Lara. Not-TP'ed cars. Sat around. Got pissed at electronics not working.
I havent done any damn homework the entire weekend. Forget it. Im not going to.
Ack my right computer speaker isn't working. I guess I better go take the ones off the other computer. Meh.
Its finally gotten cold in January. Not that I like freezing any more than I like dying of heat, but at least it's normal weather. There's something WRONG about it being 80 in January. and this way when its hot again it wont have been hot forever. Or something.
I might watch a movie later. Or call Lara. I don't know. Im just really bored.
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Ah. What a weekend. Swim meet. Some good times. Some not so good.
Friday
50 Free :28.4 No good. Bad start, almsot missed the event actually.
500 Free 6:23 First time ever swam. Not bad at all.
Saturday
200 Free 2:18 New best, down 2 seconds.
100 Back 1:14 New best, down 3 seconds.
200 Breast 2:58 No good. Up 7 seconds. Just swam bad.
100 Free (Relay) 1:02. Dogged that.
Sunday
100 Breast 1:19. Better than last time, but not even back to rotary times.
100 Free 1:01 Better than last time, still not even back to rotary times, but I died on the last 25.
100 Free (Relay) 1:05. Pfft. I couldn't even move at this point.
Yup. That was my weekend for a good part.
It was also my Dad's 50th birthday, so Friday night my two aunts and grandmother showed up to surprise him at like 11 PM. They had dinner with us Saturday afternoon/night for my dad's birthday. And then we had lunch with them Sunday, and then they drove back to Maryland. It was good to see them.
I went to Lara's house last night for dinner with her family. Which was interesting. They're a lot like my family, kinda. Just as odd at times. But that was nice. And then we watched The Two Towers. And conversed and lay together on the couch. And that was really great. Just to be with her.
Finally got some sleep last night. Always good. Chris Wilson and I did NOT toilet paper the Lighthouse cars, and then lightly spray them with water this morning. Nope. Certainly not. Especially not Mike White, Kiara Mills, or Kristen Meyers cars. Nope. Not us.
Ack but now Im bored. I might watch a movie. Lara has practice. I guess Im just chilling out today, then.
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| Friday, January 14th, 2005
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3:16 pm - Rainy Day Woman
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Oooh. A rainy day. Hooray? No. Beacuse I was stuck in the concrete prison of school, taking a spanish test and...yeah thats all I did today. But it would have been nice if I wasnt in school, because it was probably really pretty outside, but its not pretty when you have to walk in it. Oh well.
Swim meet in an hour or so. EH! Im excited and nervous. I guess. I hope I do well.
MMM. Long weekend=awesome
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