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[07 Apr 2005|06:40pm]

SALINE SPRING BREAK '05!!!

...I want my friggin' shirt...

So yeah. Greetings from the lovely getaway known as Saline, Michigan.
Things here have been fine. As usual, I've been procrastinating with
school like crazy, sleeping during the day, and acting quite crazy and
lucid at night. At least I've done stuff with friends every night. I'd
rather be with friends in boring Michigan than be with my family in a
tropical paradise. You know what? I liked that so much, I'll say it
again.

I'd rather be with friends in boring Michigan than be with my
family in a tropical paradise.

It'll be hard for them to miss that.

Right now I'm in a contemplative mood. I just got done babysitting for
8 hours, and got paid way more than I should have. And when my
expectations in money are exceeded, I usually spend it all anyway.

I've had really bad allergies for the past 3 days, and today I'm
starting to actually feel "sick." It's unfortunate.

This is usually where I end the entry slowly and awkwardly, but alas! Not today.

I'm slowly starting to get aquainted with this inquisitive event some call "prom." Nobody told me it'd be this much work, or stress, or...money. And people are asking me who I'm going to ask and when and all this stuff.

YES I'm planning on asking someone
NO I haven't the faintest idea who, where, when, or how.

For those of you who really want to know when I'm planning on asking, check out Matthew 24:36, and you'll find out. I swear, you'll know. I'm funny like that.

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that's me in the corner, that's me in the spotlight... [12 Mar 2005|08:25pm]

It truly is a sad day when I have absolutely nothing better to do than update this journal with petty remarks about my life.

Took the ~~GOSH-WOW NEW AND IMPROVED~~ SAT today. Feels like I did nothing else besides that. Probably because I didn't. Fell asleep reading at around 4:45, got up at 8. Looks like I missed all the plan-making and stuff, so I'm stuck at home on another Saturday night. And the thing about naps is that I never feel refreshed after them. I wake up feeling like I've been hit with a ton of bricks. So that's how I feel. Like I've been hit by a ton of bricks. Ouch.

My parents are crafty. They'll refuse to admit when there's no food in the house, but they'll find their ways to get out and eat without involving me and leaving me at home. They've been doing this a lot lately. I'm left to fend for myself. I have no money, and there's no food. The result is usually digging out some freezer burned God-awful Meijer-brand hot pocket and swallowing it down in an effort to keep myself reasonably nourighed while my parents go out "for a date" and leave me to practically starve. Which is also how I feel now. Starved. But there's nothing to eat.

I say "story of my life" a lot. Too much, in fact. I can't have that many stories.

Judaism is a beautiful and underappreciated faith.

I got a 29 on my ACTs.

I am so hungry. I love you mom and dad.

There's two directions in which to go. One is one I want to take, but know that I shouldn't. The other is one I should take but don't want to. It's like I'm making negative progress. Like I'm losing a lot in a short span of time.

Maybe there's a "Boy Meets World" marathon on or something. I really need to get a life.

(kick me)

Their needs to deep, their skin too thin... [11 Mar 2005|08:56pm]

I promed I wouldn't say a word, and I won't. Instead, I'll let Webster do the talking

friend-(n.) A person whom one knows, likes, and trusts.

betray-(v.) To be false or disloyal to, in violation of a trust or allegiance.

promise-(n.)A declaration assuring that one will or will not do something; a vow.

party-(n.)A social gathering especially for pleasure or amusement.

alchohol-(n.) A colorless, volatile, flammable liquid synthesized or obtained by fermentation of sugars and starches and widely used, either pure or denatured, as a solvent and in drugs.

lie-(n.) A false statement deliberately presented as being true; a falsehood.

stupid-(adj.) Tending to make poor decisions or careless mistakes.

fool-(n.)One who is deficient in judgment, sense, or understanding .

anger-(n.) A strong feeling of displeasure or hostility.

disdain-(v.)To consider or reject as beneath oneself.

disappoint-(v.) To fail to satisfy the hope, desire, or expectation of.

forgiveness-(n.)the act of excusing a mistake or offense.

love-(n.)A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, such as that arising from kinship, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness.

That was nice. I never said a word.

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this one doesn't start "another entry about death" [09 Mar 2005|07:41pm]

Let me tell you about my great uncle.

I never really had any gradparents. All of them died before I was born, except my mom's mom, who died when I was five. Shortly before my grandmother died, she told her brother and sister-in-law to take her place, and become like grandparents to me. So, my (geat) uncle Milt and (great) aunt Esther really became the closest thing I had to grandparents.

They are so Jewish, and I love it. I used to really like participating in their holidays. Their influence was my first experience with religion.

Whenever we would visit, aunt Esther would always make us cookies and tend to our every needs. Whether we be coming from a 7 hour trip from New Providence, or a 2 1/2 hour trip from Saline, my uncle Milt would always be sitting in his same leather easy chair, and that's probably how I'll always remember. Him and aunt Esther are the few select people on this planet who are allowed to call me "Danny" without me getting annoyed.

Aunt Esther and Uncle Milt really loved eachother, I could tell. They were married for a long time, and they loved their family.

A few years ago (maybe?), my uncle started living in a nursing home. The last time I saw him over the summer, he didn't remember who I was. I don't know how he died.

He was a great man, and a great uncle. He's with Rita, his sister (my grandmother)and my Baba, his mother. Uncle Milt, I'm praying that they find you a really big and comfortable chair in heaven.

I think I've been to more Jewish funerals than Christian ones.

(kick me)

[08 Mar 2005|03:51pm]

My uncle died today.

He was the closest thing I ever had to a grandpa.

I'll be leaving for the funeral later this week.

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sometimes you just can't laugh it off [06 Mar 2005|08:56pm]

I'm back from a somewhat relaxing weekend with God.

I'm clean.

I'm ready.

And I am FUCKING PISSED OFF

Those of you who know me know I only swear when there is no other word that could possiply express my feelings.

Tomorrow, you can all be prepared to face the wrath of Dan.

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..and then you realize you can't get off... [01 Mar 2005|02:24pm]

Sometimes, when it's really dark and snowing outside, I like to drive
down the road by my house, turn on my brights, look up and pretend I'm
flying in hyperspace.

Whew, thank God Suds is over. I should really figure out how I keep getting myself into these "Oh my goodness why did I ever do this in the first place"
situations, so I can avoid them.

Those of you who did come to the show, thank you. I did enjoy
putting on, though practices were terrible. I knew which nights a lot
of you were coming (and I could see a lot of you in the audience
during the show), and I really just perfromed for you guys, and I'm
glad I made you laugh.

So, while Suds may be over, the stress never stops for me. I've got a
big project next week, and no time to work on it, applications to fill
out, papers to write, tests to study for, meetings to attend, and
other stuff that takes the place of what I want to do. I would be
content if I could just:

-iPod
-Read Kavalier and Clay
-Sleep more than 5 hours a night

Really, that's all I want to do. But now the pressure's on from my
parents to get a job. I applied for a job I knew I wouldn't get to
appease them, but they saw through my facade and demand that I join
the working class.

And it's that time of year again. I never know when it'll strike, but
I can always count that it will. Usually once a year, I get struck by
crazy hormonal mixings that make me long for a girlfriend. In the past
I've resisted, and I've also tried, and failed, but my body adapts and
it gets stronger and now it's hitting me like a ton of bricks. The
songs that you listen to suddenly apply to everything, and
there's always that one girl who's in your mind a lot. And it changes
every year, but it's inevitable...I have crush. Shh.

I only hope I can wait this out, yet I know that the worst parts are
ahead of me.

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Here it go. [26 Feb 2005|03:58pm]

So, ladies and gentlemen, you may not have thought that they'd come this year, but I finally got off my way-too-busy butt and did them. Let me start by saying that while I've had an amazing ability to predict the past 3 years, my streak may very well come to an end this year. I even considered not doing them because I wanted to keep a good record. This year was tough as hell to predict, you guys. Like, man. You don't even know. I've only seen 4 of any of the films that were nominated. FOUR. That's Spider-man 2, The Passion, The Incredibles, and Troy. And obviously, they weren't exactly nominated for the big ones. The Academy sucks this year guys. Don't believe the hype. Let's get started.

BEST PICTURE
THE AVIATOR*
FINDING NEVERLAND
MILLION DOLLAR BABY
RAY
SIDEWAYS

This one was the easiest of all of them.

ACTOR IN A LEADING ROLE
Don Cheadle - HOTEL RWANDA
Johnny Depp - FINDING NEVERLAND
Leonardo DiCaprio - THE AVIATOR
Clint Eastwood - MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Jamie Foxx – RAY*

This one was really tough. Besides, the Oscar's more for Ray Charles than for Foxx. Foxx will probably take it, but if he doesn't Leo will.

ACTRESS IN A LEADING ROLE
Annette Bening - BEING JULIA
Catalina Sandino Moreno - MARIA FULL OF GRACE
Imelda Staunton - VERA DRAKE
Hilary Swank - MILLION DOLLAR BABY*
Kate Winslet - ETERNAL SUNSHINE OF THE SPOTLESS MIND

Pretty easy. I would be really surprised if she didn't get it.

( the rest are inside... )

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i wrote you a poem. but so what? some guy wrote 69. [25 Feb 2005|04:41pm]

I thought I needed to post something before I (hopefully) post the oscar stuff. A lot of you missed the poem that I wrote because I couldn't play in the last Stealthy Ninjas game, so I thought this would do.

The Ninja Absence Poem
Or
Why Bradshaw was a quite suitable Sub

I’m sorry I can’t be there
On this Stealthy ninjas eve
But I wish I was there with you all
More than you’d believe

I thought I’d write you something
And though it may be lame
I thought one of my poems
Would pump you for your game

You should be up fifteen to nothing now
If I was there I’d go berserk
But ninjas, if this ain’t the case
It’s time to get to work

The ninjas were as strong as twenty men
And in the best of health
You possess these powers too
And remember, use some stealth!

Run some plays while I am gone
Like Echelon-84-Right-Side-Fly
If you run these plays enough
You’ll make your opponents cry

I hope you’re playing the ninjam loud
It accentuates your skills
I hope the ref will let you play it
Unlike Mr. Still

So now I will salute you each
And give you some advice
I’d like to talk to you all
But a stanza will suffice

To the powerhouse of soccer
The sly and stealthy Mark
Hold nothing back
And please attack
Like a fire-breathing shark

To Peter Nelson ,a great defender
Almost as good as me
I hope the stealth of a ninja
Will make you fancy free

And how about Pete’s brother
The strong and speedy Steve
The ninjas will be with you always
If only you believe

To the national champion
The awesome Kristen Gray
May the ninja stealth and fortitude
Help you play hard today

To Tyler, may you find
The speed of a ninja in your soul
I hope that you will score no less
Than thirty-seven goals

To Tim Pratt, my good old pal
You block like a brick wall
I hope you find with every shot
The strength to block them all

And to Anja Burk in case you may
Play goalie this game as well
I hope you play a splendid game
Under the ninja’s magic spell

And to Mike Oliverio
Please carry on our cheers
And when you get out on the field
Kick some guys in the rear

And Jackie Hunt ,play hard, my friend
In forward and defense
I hope you score a goal or two
And that you get INTENSE

And how can I forget
My sister, Meredith Faas
I hope when you are on the field
You show them who’s the boss

I can’t forget Maria
And I hope you don’t get cramps
Play hard and fast and strong and quick
You go get ‘em, champ!

And to the captain of the team
Our fearless leader James
Please score some goals
And help the ninjas win their final game

So I think that that is everyone
Don’t be sad and please don’t cry
I bid you farewell this ninja game
And so I say goodbye

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...pictures of your mama... [23 Feb 2005|05:43pm]

So I made a photo album.

It's definately worth checking out

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it's not failure, just inaction [21 Feb 2005|12:05pm]

So...uh...I decided to re-evaluate my Lenten sacrifice. Giving up the computer was a pretty big thing for me, as it turned out. While I know that I could've done it had I really applied myself, I figured that with all the stress and stuff I'll be going through in the next week, it'd be best not to have the computer be an unnecessary burden. So now I'm gonna sacrifice little things here and there. Parking farther away from places, no music in the car...that sort of thing.

Did you know that my creative juices flow best when I'm super-stressed? Well, they do. So I've had some ideas for poems that I would write if I wasn't bogged down with homework and stuff that I'll be putting off until tomorrow. But yeah, creativity. It's coming. Just wait for it.

Oscar predictions will be here...before...the oscars, like always.

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it's not failure, just inaction [21 Feb 2005|12:05pm]

So...uh...I decided to re-evaluate my Lenten sacrifice. Giving up the computer was a pretty big thing for me, as it turned out. While I know that I could've done it had I really applied myself, I figured that with all the stress and stuff I'll be going through in the next week, it'd be best not to have the computer be an unnecessary burden. So now I'm gonna sacrifice little things here and there. Parking farther away from places, no music in the car...that sort of thing.

Did you know that my creative juices flow best when I'm super-stressed? Well, they do. So I've had some ideas for poems that I would write if I wasn't bogged down with homework and stuff that I'll be putting off until tomorrow. But yeah, creativity. It's coming. Just wait for it.

Oscar predictions will be here...before...the oscars, like always.

(1 bruise | kick me)

Dude...like...what? [14 Feb 2005|07:03pm]

So here's the deal:

I've made a little exception to my Lenten sacrifice, which is that in addition to research, typing, and iTunes, I may also update my online journal. I'm doing this because 1) There's stuff I feel like updating about, 2) I won't feel as sheltered from my friends, and 3) To let people know how things are going.

I still won't be able to read comments (though I still enjoy it when people make them), or check my friends page. Some may think that this is cheating, and to those people I say..."You try this. It's harder than it looks."

So anyway.

Sadie Hawkins dance was Saturday, and I really had a lot of fun. I think I enjoyed it so much because it was more laid back than homecoming, and I felt I could loosen up and relax a lot more. The group was fun, and all of us ~~for the most part~~ got along really well. And Maria's a great girl. Very cute, very nice, very funny.

So.

Today was a snow day, and all of the other snow days of my life I've spent on the computer. Needless to say, this one was different. I hate using the phone, so I usually make plans over AIM, and so as a result I didn't do much today except finish watching the rest of 24 (Shocking! Nina's the mole!), go to Best Buy and get the Keane CD and some ancient Fliescher Superman cartoons on DVD (A true find, only $5.99!). I'm seeing Keane Wednesday, which I'm pretty psyched about.

And hey, today's Valentine's day. My least favorite holiday, if you didn't know. Kind of happy that we didn't have school today, so that I wouldn't be forced to see all the mushy-romanticism stuff going on. Yet I know that it'll just carry on until tomorrow, which, in way, is almost worse, meaning that Valentine's day is spread over two days, instead of just one. And I don't hate Valentine's day because I'm bitter about never having a valentine. No sir.

And here I am.

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and you give, and you give, and you give yourself away... [08 Feb 2005|06:37pm]

My dear friends and non-friends,

As of 12:01 on Febraury 9th, 2005, I will no longer be using the computer as a means of fun or entertainment. This means I will not be "online" as The Steel Spork on Instant Messenger, or "surf the web" for 40 days. This will be a great sacrifice for me. I will not be able to see new Strong Bad emails, Olde English skits, Camp Jinx episodes, read Fark stories, browse my freinds page, or talk to my friends via AIM. I may resolve to update this journal on Sundays informing some of you about my Lenten sacrifice. Until then, I encourage you to encourage me in this endeavour, and be understanding of this great sacrifice that I will suffer.

Goodbye for 40 days (and 40 nights),

Dan Faas

P.S. ~~I figured out strikeouts~~

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[29 Jan 2005|01:51pm]

How do all you internet geeks say it? w00t? Well, w00t! Because my report card was sweeter than I thought. One A+, 2 A's, a B, and a B- (in sem, so you can't blame me). Which puts my GPA back in that Academic excellence range, which is always good. Though I'm still not in NHS range, but I really don't care about that.

...So that's all I really wanted to say.

New semester is okay. It'll take a miracle to survive (or remain awake) in my first hour, Algebra III. The teacher is not only as old as a dinosaur, but she has actual physical characteristics of one. This, of course, means that the class is ripe for my doodles. My math and science doodles are always far superior to my english and history ones.

My fourth hour is Human Physiology, which I'm actually pretty excited about. The only science calss I've liked...ever. The teacher's great, we eat every Friday, and we even get more extra credit for eating. you can't beat it.

I want to take an independant study next semester. I'm thinking either Christian Theology, Irish and Celtic history, or Latin. Latin would be hard without and actual teacher, though. Any other ideas? Twirling's already been taken.

Lately I've been thinking that I'm being to blunt towards people, and a little too sarcastic. That the only person who understands my humour is me. Or maybe this is only coming from people who hate me. I always figured I was a fairly nice guy. I mean, nice guys finich last, and I've never finished first, so far as I can remember. Nice guys also never get the girls, and bleive me, I never get the girls, no matter how much I'm told that I'm good boyfriend material. Weird.

But all things aside, I'm feeling good. I'm wearing black, and black is so slimming on me. It's also the universal ninja clour.

(kick me)

Ninjas are atill better [20 Jan 2005|04:29pm]

“If I was a Pirate”
By Dan Faas

If I was a pirate
I would sail away from here
I’d name my ship The Capulet
Because it’s from Shakespeare

I’d sail away from all my troubles
From homework, school, and tests
And use my time more practically
By stealing treasure chests

I’d be the captain of the ship
And have a crew of seven
And while the world’s a living hell
The ship would be our heaven

We’d sail across the seven seas
And raise a flag of black
In mourning of the lives we left
And never would get back

Oranges would be stored aboard
Stopping scurvy and disease
My crew would be a healthy bunch
As we sail the seven seas

We wouldn’t be no poseurs
Like that guy Johnny Depp
We’d be real pirates, tried and true
Maintaining decent reps

We’d sail to California
And stay there for a while
We’d check out Orange County
And learn about their style

Then we’d head to Tijuana
And meet some fine young ladies
Impress them with our pirate speak
And say “Avast, ye mateys!”

I’d like to be a pirate
Yes, that would be my wish
I’d stare all day out at the sea
And look at all the fish

Some say sea life can be quite dull
But we would not get bored
We’d find a worthy ship to raid
And fight them with our swords

We’d do the things that pirates do
Like pillage, rape, and steal
But we’d have morals on our ship
And say grace before each meal

Boy, I wish I was a pirate
So I could sail away from here
I’d leave behind all of my doubts,
Uncertainty, and fear

Because if I was a pirate
It could just be you and me
We’d sail away together
And we would both be free

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instructing the ignorant [08 Jan 2005|05:30pm]

In my last entry I ended with the "surprise" that I was discerning a call to the Catholic Priesthood. However, many people are confused as to what exactly this means. "What does this mean, Dan?" you've asked me. "Are you really gonna be a priest? Which seminary do you go to? Should I call you 'father'? Can you have a girlfriend? Should I be saying congratulations?"

No. Stop. Just...wait a second. Let me explain what I meant by "discerning a call to the Catholic priesthood"

A litte less than a year ago the prospect of the priesthood was nothing more to me than say, the prospect of being a doctor (which, if you know me, is the least likely thing i'll ever be, which has really led me to believe that people have callings and that the calling of science is not one of mine). But, certain events transpired that all add up to make a rather cool story (remind me to tell you sometime) and the thought of a vocation to the priesthood became quite real.

Just to clarify because some of you don't know. A "vocation" is like a calling or career.Like if you were a doctor you'd have a vocation to medicine. That'd be your vocation.

"Discerning a vocation" does not mean I'm going anywhere, making plans or even want to be a priest. For a long time, I hated the idea of being a priest and was really scared. What discerning is is pretty much deciphering through what you want and what God wants. To separate your will from that of a higher being. That's currently what I'm doing.

So for those of you who think I'm gung-ho about the priesthood, I'm not. I'm still more partial to raising a family. But, judging from how far I've come in almost a year (lonliness, fear, and anger towards God) to now (wonder, awe, and still fear towards God), the possibility is not out of the question.

But a vocation to the married life is more likely at the moment. Not that I'd have any experience with women.

Just thought I'd clarify that.

(2 bruises | kick me)

As promised: [01 Jan 2005|04:36pm]

[ music | The Killers | Smile Like You Mean It ]

I need to figure out a way to help out with this Tsunami crisis thing. It's a horrible thing, and I knew it would be as soon as I heard about it, and my stomach drops a little bit after they announce the latest death tolls, but it really only hit me last night. I was watching the news, and they talked about how there's this internet site for missing people to be contacted and what not. So people would post pictures of their friends and family in the hopes that they would find them. And they scrolled down and you could see pictures of wives and husbands and mothers and fathers, but then they came across a little kid, couldn't have been older than 5. And I just knew that his parents must have put that up in a last hope to find their kid. He probably got swept away, too small to swim. But he was just the most innocent thing, and now he's probably dead. That's the stuff that makes these things real for me. The kids.

On a lighter note...

Happy 2005, my friends. Hard to believe that it was 5 whole years ago when half the country thought it'd be the end of the world. At the moment, it feels a lot like 2004, but hopefully that will change, because if 2005 is anything like 2004, we're in for a bad year.

New Years Resoltuons That I'd Like to Keep But Know That I Won't So it's More of an Outline of my Faults:

Eat more vegetables
Become more outgoing around those that intimidate me
Don't get so intimidated by people
Stress less
Write more
Always be reading a book (Kavalier and Clay will start this off)
Be less secretive
Become more comfortable around girls

Out of all these, I'm most concerned about the vegetables. I really can't stand them.

Well, I had planned a longer entry, but I forgot what I was going to say, so I'll skip to the "big surprise secret thing OMGOMG!!!!11one" that some of you, surprisingly, have been looking forward to, and so I thought it was a good time to let it be known that...

I am discerning a call to the Catholic Priesthood.

Seriously. Not seriosuly in that I'm not kidding, but seriously in that...it's serious, I guess? Not much to talk about, however there is a a really freaky story about prophecy and destiny that I'll talk about later. Happy New Years

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Life in Bluffingotn isn't easy [30 Dec 2004|09:34am]

[ music | Bright Eyes | Bowl of Oranges ]

So here I am, break's almost over, and I've been sleeping and reading and ipodding it up for a week and a half. Before I do my new year's entry (which you're just gonna love) I "set the scene" if you will for the new year, tell you how things are looking, my current situations, and so forth.

So once school starts up on Monday, I'll start work on the musical, which if you know me, is usually a pretty high point in the year. I meet new people and have a lot of fun. And this year was set up to be no different from '03 and '04 (Footloose and Once on this Island, respectively). In fact, it was set to be better. This year the school was gonna do Little Shop of Horrors, a great show. And even more, I was gonna be Seymour (I think it's okay if I can say that now, it's pretty much out). My first starring role, a great opportunity. It was psyched.

But, of course, it just wouldn't be a musical without some kind of disaster.

The school couldn't get the rights to the show, which resulted in them hurriedly choosing an easy, simple show that "was very similar to Little Shop."

Enter Suds. Now, I've read the show, and I don't tink anyone will be surprised when I say that I don't like it. I don't like the story (A girl has 2 guaradian angels that help her with her love life...in a laundromat!), I don't like the songs (50's and 60's pop songs), and I all together don't like where things are going. But it's okay, because I've been reassured that the parts I now play are "very prominent guy roles, and sing some cool songs." So I play two characters (The show is origianally supposed to have one guy play all 4 "guy parts"): Mr. Right and Milt Dudman. I guess Dudman is supposed to be a substitute for Seymour, even though they're not anything alike. And I have maybe 10-15 lines. Not that I care how many I have, but...you know.

But It's okay. I know some people (in VB) were disappointed by how I slammed VB once I quit, and I can't really make excuses for that; I meant what I said. This is more of a vent, I'm getting it out of my system now so I can enjoy the show. I won't be a downer, and I won't slam the show after this.

What else?

New Years is tomorrow. I need to find something to do and somewhere to go, and fast. New Years is the most contrived holiday, and I demand a contrived party to attend. I need a good party. After all, how you spend new years is how you spend the rest of the year.

So I got this iPod, and I thought it'd be cool to use and listen to music and I thought it'd have some cool features, but I was wrong. It is so much cooler. I'm embracing my inner music junky now, so please, if you have reccomendations, let me know.

2 (or is it 3?) more weeks of the semester left. That means I'm inching closer to the days when I will be Research Sem free. And it shall be replaced with the wonderful class that is...Human Physiology. I keep forgetting why I signed up for it, and keep remembering: I needed another science. And next semester I'll also have Algebra III first thing in the morning. Yum.

If I can get out of musical practice some nights I might get to go to Indoor Track, which I need, because I've gained a lot of weight since CC ended, and I supposedly need to train hard for lacrosse. Now, this'll be interesting, because I've been doing Lax all thorugh high school, and I've affectionatley dubbed it "my sport." This is because of all the sports I've done (which is all), I'm best at Lacrosse...but that's still not very good. And they're making cuts this year. Will I make the team, or not? Seriously. This is real drama. You guys, musical theater, artsy, CBK friends? You're not gonna get this kind of drama anywhere else. You have a friend who plays sports. He's not very good, but man, he plays. You're only gonna get this here, folks.

::sarcasm::

New Years eve entry next. And there's a shocker. Seriously. You won't see it coming. Unless you've paid attention to the signs. But most of you haven't. Just keep an eye out.

Sorry for typos. I don't proofread.

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Bear Scares Cactus [03 Dec 2004|07:42pm]

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The obligatory "I'm not dead and I haven't posted in about a month so
I'll update you on all facets of my life thus far" post.

My Thanksgiving was simply wonderful, dah-ling. What's not to like
about a 30-hour total car ride to South Carolina to meet up with the
entire Faas family-and then some? There are good and bad things about
meeting with my family. My father is one of six. It's good to see
eachother because we're never all together, and we probably only meet
with one other Faas family per year. So it was nice to at least see
everyone. But the downside is that we never see eachother. So instead
of engaging family conversations that bring us closer together into
what a real family is, I'm still getting to know my uncles and aunts
and cousins. I've met with one of my cousins no more than 5 times. How
well can I be expected to know my first cousin when we've only met 5
times (as thinking, memorable human beings. I'm sure we met more as
babies)? I'd like to know them (some of them) but It kind of sucks
knowing that that could be my last time meeting with the whole family
until I go off to college and after that, the chances of family
gatherings are few and far between for me, especially on how well I
pursue a career. The same, unfortunately, goes with my mom's side of
the family, who, in my opinion is much more interesting because I
always meet some kuh-razy 2nd cousin once removed. Plus I always get
to learn a little tidbit about my Jewish heritage, which I want more
as I get older. And the closest thing I've ever had to grandparents is
on my mom's side.

Enough about whiny family (or lack thereof) rants. What else is going
on with me? It's the holiday season. If you'd like to buy your
favorite sarcastic always-tired average B-boy something, you can
always head on over here
(http://www.amazon.com/gp/registry/registry.html/002-8209380-3098437?%5Fencoding=UTF8&id=2QSX1LMDY5CYR).
For Christmas *or* Hannukah, because I'm bringin' it back this year.
Believe it.

I need ideas for a sweet story. No stupid "do one about an alien who
plays hockey" ideas. It doesn't matter what it's for right now, but if
it's a good idea, I'll write about it.

Lots of projects and papers due this week, just like everyone else. A
government project on Urban Riots (I honestly don't know why we chose
it), a sweet Batdooke pinata, and a 10 page paper on Pirates and
Ninjas.

I should be running right now. I actually should have ran all this
week. If I keep up this procrastination, people who are not fast will
become faster than me. And I won't make lacrosee (I won't anyway, and
neither will you guys...except you), so I'll do track, but I'll suck
at it because I haven't been runnig, so it's a vicious cycle, excpet
things are good if I run. Too bad I've completely lost the runners
adrenaline in my body and have zero desire to get it back again. The
horrific events of my Turkey Trot don't exactly motivate me either.

So I once again find myself in my inescapable Christmas greed. Advent,
the time when I'm supposed to reevaluate my spiritual status, get back
on track, and I just get so filled up with want and greed that I have
no room left. The worst part is that I recognize when I do it. So i
blame society. Stupid society.

You people need to realize that I have the most weird and funny
experiences, but nobody is there to witness them, and I am usually
unable to capture the humour and adventureness of them so well.
But...you guys should know that.

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