| "He was a great patriot, a humanitarian, a loyal friend; provided, of course, he really is dead." |
[Feb. 4th, 2004|12:04 am] |
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| | One Day Dossier | ] |
Lol, hey, I don't have much to say, but someone reminded me that I still have this thing, so why not try to write in it again? Umm, new cycle now, a fresh start, good stuff there, right? We got report cards back. All E's, which is good, especially since everything last cyce seemed to cake on by, except for A.P. of course, which I hate. What we learn is very interesting, but for some reason or another, I just don't seem to grasp it. I've carried on my charade of being in that class long enough, and though you all may think less of me, I am in humanities, which so far seems to be a lot more fun and much more relaxed. Which is good. I'm still learning, about one of my favorite topics, too, the holocaust and WWII. But school is school, and though I thought I'd hate it, its turning out to be pretty good. I seem to be fluent in all my classes and already my teachers like me (that charismatic charm I have about me). Even health which I thought would suck isn't all that bad. Well, time to go, either to sleep or to stay up, depends on how tired I am (I've fallen back into my habit of falling asleep as soon as I get home). In case your wondering, my quote ^ (above) was said by Voltair of all people. Who knew that guy had such a crazy sense of humor. I thought his comments were purely sarcastic. Thats just out and out comedy. Cya'll later. |
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| "Wise men talk because they have something to say fools, because they have to say something." -Plato |
[Jan. 13th, 2004|11:08 pm] |
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| |  pleased | ] |
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| | Mine in the Moonshine | ] |
Ok, my bad! I said another thing I probably shouldn't have. And while I couldn't care less, I'm sure I will get an entire fan club people with pitchforks and flames. Did I say fan club? I meant angry mob. Well, I do apologize, but y'know, if the world wasn't so secretive (and sorry made up for everything like it used to!), the world would just be a better place. You guys care to much about what is said either about you or behind you. I think I'm in a good place right now because to my face, everybody is nice to me. If they all hated me, I'd want to know, but I wouldn't think it the end of the world. Sometimes face value is all you should go by. Lol. I made five (count 'em, five) new friends in SING today, two of the leaders and three people that I 'dance' (they dance, I do my best to follow) near). While I have been put in remedial SING because I, uhh, suck at it, its not so bad. I just wish there were others who didn't get it and I'm left relearning it with all the absentees. Damn, if only I could sleep with the judges! No, I'm just kidding, don't quote me on that, but if you were there, you know. Actually, I don't think that anybody who knows about that reads or even realizes that I have a livejournal. Lol, maybe you can't tell, but good mood, two thumbs up, though nothing exciting. Goin' for pizza and coffee Friday, though, that's bound to be slighly awkward. Lol, study-for-global! |
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| I tend to live in the past because most of my life is there |
[Jan. 11th, 2004|09:32 pm] |
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| |  working | ] |
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| | Bloodshot 'Cuz I'm Outta Earshot | ] |
Good old Herb Caen (see above ^^), what the hell would we do without him? I had tons more homework today, got a bit depressed about my grades (taking a slight dip, but nothing unmendable, correct?), but then I realized I had this English thing due. For a while. A diary entry. Well, how am I supposed to remember events way back when? Especially when I haven't recorded any of them. Or have I? Yes, that's right, folks, live journal is going to help me get an E in English. Just take out the racy stuff and add a few "suck-up good natured things" and I'm all set. Furthermore, I believe I am a brilliant military strategist, but please, Mr. President, I will not command the army because I am not willing to gamble with the lives of mortal men. Only the pixellated ones on my computer. But I still try to keep the death count relatively low. See ya'll. |
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| This report, by its very length, defends itself against the risk of being read. |
[Jan. 11th, 2004|02:10 am] |
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| |  crazy | ] |
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| | Funky Chicken Does Manhattan- The Rooster Remix | ] |
Wow. That science paper. Wow. See subject. When you finish reading it, read it again. Then, if you're in my science class, you'll understand. In other news, I did something bad. Oh well. My period of remorse and self-loathing is over. Sorry, you know who you are. My biggest fear at the moment is they my brother who, when provoked and in the right circumstances is extremely funny, will grow up to be one of those really famous stand up comics and his best jokes will be about me. Lol. What a great fear, huh? The chances are practically nonexistant, and its so trivial that I'm just carefree. Hehe, and now maybe I'll be nice to my brother. Lol. Or a bribe will do, when we get older. He can have Australia when I control the world. I know he likes it there. Oh, and person I have wronged, because of your grief and NOT mine for I should have to feel that guilt, you can have, err, Catholicism! Lol, I know you like that. Run 'em into the ground for me, ya hear? Have I mentioned that when (unfortunately that should be if, but I'll stay strong for the troops) I own the world and will be able to purchase a new one for a dime a dozen, you all must believe in free will; there is no choice. And with that, I will end this sole output of which I can communicate facelessly but still feel the consequences/rewards (REWARDS!) that are bound to it which we call livejournal, and see you all later. Except for her, which I plan on avoiding. No, she is not the nameless casualty of which I have brought so much sadness to, but I bet they wish it was ;) Seeya all later.
Oh yeah, and as it turns out, I am a vampire. "Not faithful or loyal, as to obligations, allegiance, vows, etc.; untrue; treacherous; perfidious; as, a false friend, lover, or subject; false to promises." -Milton. But really, as vampire's go, I'm not all the bad. I do my best to fight the thirst, even. Lets all go watch Blade, and put an end to this temporary infatuation. It disgusts me. |
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| Vampire: the animated corpse that preys upon the living, usually by night, seeking blood to continue |
[Jan. 10th, 2004|03:02 am] |
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| | Vampiric | ] |
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| | The Haywire Vampire | ] |
Yeeup, I think I'm a vampire. Well, the thirst is yet to come. But I have (moderately) sharp teeth, and lately I've been on vampire mode, sleeping as soon as I get home at 6:30 until 1:00, at which time I wake up and do my homework. And so I get calls and I miss them, and I call people back at like 3 in the morning cuz I think its 5 in the afternoon. Some would say I miss my day, but its really cool late at night. Lol, see, three o' clock right now. Somebody keep me company while I stay up through the night! Hehe.
Ciao |
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[Jan. 8th, 2004|03:39 pm] |
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| | optimistic | ] |
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| | Dismantle the Flannel | ] |
I didn't mention this last entry thing, but y'know why I listed my mood as jubilant? It seems as if everything's just fallen into place since the vacation. It's like I've found my spot, I can't explain it. Suddenly I'm friends with everyone I meet, better friends with everyone I knew before, the social butterfly. And I guess I finally started to fly. Lol, it sure as hell is my turn. SING is rough, and I really envy those two ghetto guys in the back that can let go and really just sing/scream along, but I can't. Too self conscious, oh well. Besides, it'd be different if I did it with people I really knew, and so far I only got a couple names. All the people that really matter I'm friendly with, anyway. Except for one person, but that can all be fixed tomorrow. How, you might ask? Simple. 50 cents and a bit of a walk is all. They better appreciate it, too, since there are no stores of this nature near my house. But enough of that, my social life is good. S'all good. Just gotta fix the academia of my life. Not even so hard, just a lot, but it's still good. At least that intolerable quality school once had is now gone. Its relaxed, and upon proofreading this, it may seem like I am high. I am not. Just happy. Yeah. Even if nobody comments on my journal again I'd be happy (please still comment, please still comment... ~fingers crossed~). Oh yea, and please excuse the emails that were sent to you when I repsonded to your comments. I often change them to get what I say to be what I mean. Its harder than you might think. Oh yea, study for A.P., somebody call me, we have a test next week.
Ciao. |
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| well, why don't you go and, uhh, do something! (Flicks quarter, with passion!) |
[Jan. 7th, 2004|12:18 am] |
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| |  jubilant | ] |
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| | Pots and Pans and Plastic Spoons | ] |
You know how the day goes, same old, same old. I wish I could fill ya all in about what I did over my vacation, but nothing too exciting, at least nothing worth writing about. Good holidays, though. For some reason, my mom went super hostess (lol, she's funny) and had all these holiday partys. She even made it good for me and my brother by inviting the kids with the parents. Good stuff. But now, we're all back at school, and I'm not exactly sure how I feel. I'm not confused or upset, but it's like every second of school I'm either happy to be there or really bored. Lol. Boredom isn't the worst feeling you can have, right? I mean, who said school (especially in those annoying classes where you can't really talk to anybody) was supposed to be fun? What is fun, though, is SING, but as good as it is, I get home so late! Oh yeah, and that quarter thing ^^, that was a weird argument between me and Chloe (Chloe and I). Yeah, well, everybody took her side. Well, when I rule the world by religion, I'll remember that (sooo jk, about the vengeance part, I mean, lol). And with that, I bid you farewell, and hope to seeya later.
Ciao! |
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| O Chemis-tree, O Chemis-tree! |
[Dec. 23rd, 2003|10:25 pm] |
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| |  ecstatic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Blue Album (Chloe Rules) | ] |
Well, I may not have written in a long time, but that's really only because I have other things on my mind. But then again, I can't say so much has happened as for me to write anything of particular interest. So this shouldn't be such a long catch-up post. There was the first SING meeting, and I really did try my best, but they- my friends- all said I was terrible (tear tear! ya'll broke my feelings). Then a bought a gift for this girl, Cynthia, who I don't know, so I signed it with love since Sarah told me to(which is OK, because I don't know her at all: some reinforcement there would be quite nice ;) ), and as my good deed for the day, which afterwards I promised to apply lip gloss daily if she gives it to me(Chloe, you're gonna hafta teach me how). Maybe it'll make my lips look irresistible, you never know what works anymore with these crazy girls. Today I got a few gifts (Thank you all, especially Sam and Jesse for that wonderful prayer book- I was preaching to my science class, but that Jewish posse of Amanda, Jane and Isaac all tried to convert me back by force), but I really appreciate the cards since gifts from other kids are never all that nice, but usually the heartfelt cards are (aww, and by the way, Lucy's card was awesome, I swear to you that when I unite the religions under my iron fist, I will spare the Koreans... Oh, nevermind, only me and Lucy would get that, lol) Let's you know that amidst all the holiday chaos, somebody was thinking of you long enough to put it down on paper, a most comforting though to have, I'd say. So I brought my science project home in a festive holiday bag, and offered people the greatest gift of all: the gift...of E. Coli bacteria, frozen for later use, to be revived to contaminate the world (See Fast Food Nation). How did this journal get to be so long? I sincerely apologize, since, if you read it all, you wasted quite a bit of your time. I suggest you go back and read all the stuff in parentheses because those are my side comments which adds a bit o' flavor to my otherwise rather uneventful (but by no means boring) days. And so, I conclude this lengthy post wishing you some very happy (non-denominational) holiday greetings, regardless of what you celebrate (though I think I'm bound to Hanukkah since I was branded today with the Jewish star, then again, I am thinking about midnight mass since it looks as if Synagogue is out of the question) and an wonderful New Year (capitalized because...), and see you all over and after the vacation. And of course here, but who reads this stuff anyway? |
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| I don't care if he's walking, I can assure you he's a quadriplegic |
[Dec. 16th, 2003|09:31 pm] |
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| |  chipper | ] |
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| | It's not my fault she's still absent | ] |
Today was cool. Not much to do for a lot of my OPTA, but for the latter part of D band's science class, they had research, and like everybody I knew came out. I'm such a distraction, and though I got everybody else in trouble, and he probably made a pretty negative mental note about me, it was well worth it, 'cept that Amanda kept hitting me. And I found out everybody was in SING, and I got all prepared for my English test (94, woohoo!). Later at mock trial, I decided I had to drop it if I was gonna do well this cycle, which I just hafta do, plus it leaves no room for SING! Lol, Later. |
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| We say Junior, you say Soph! Junior...Soph! Junior...Soph! |
[Dec. 15th, 2003|07:41 pm] |
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| | cheerful | ] |
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| | Chloe is not done yet =) | ] |
I did a lot of sleeping today. Got home and slept. And that may be why I don't remember my day. I broke my glasses, so that latter half of the day is pretty much all a blur (in both the literal and metaphorical sense). But I was greeted kindly by many of my classmates, especially in direction, and plus, I got out of a math test which I had not studied for. I went to some thing call Director's Workshop without the intention of actually participating in any of the stuff, but I did sign up for SING's chorus. I think Chloe and Sarah auditioned for leads while Jane tried dance, and I didn't see anybody else I knew because of my temporary blindness. Well, I wound up getting lost on the way home, since I kind of lost my sense of direction in my handicapped state, and I had every intention of walking to the bus and somehow wound up walking to the train. And those bloody pidgeons, rats of the sky we called 'em in ye old London, lol ;) |
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| ...and lead us from temptation, but deliver from evil. |
[Dec. 14th, 2003|06:16 pm] |
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| | creative | ] |
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| | See below... | ] |
So my Church plans kinda collapsed, but its all good. I was lookin' forward to it, but what are ya really gonna do? Instead I got a haircut. What fun. Can you believe they caught that guy, Sadam? Big news, that stuff is, big news. That's like the media's fine dining, as they must be having a field day. For my birthday today, I got a one gigabyte Mp3 player, an Mp3 CD player, and a digital camera. Too bad I don't listen to music, but I have enlisted those of the music-savvy mindset to make me a CD filled with fun stuff to listen to. Any donations of music are accepted, please give them to the "Neglected Child Fund" (me). Awesome, no? |
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| Seventy six trombones led the big parade... |
[Dec. 13th, 2003|06:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  curious | ] |
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| | None yet, but I got a plan | ] |
Saw The Music Man at Murrow today, pretty good show, actually, much better than I would have ever expected. Lotta old people there, though, but that's what you get for going on a Saturday in the middle of the day, right? But you'll never guess where I'm goin' tomorrow... CHURCH! Sorry, Isaac, but I really gotta check it out. Maybe it'll be like the church on TV, with all the fun songs and stuff. It'll be like a one episode sitcom: "This Jew Does Church" starring Andrew as 'This Jew.' |
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| My Birthday!!!! or something like it |
[Dec. 12th, 2003|04:31 pm] |
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| |  amused | ] |
Today is my birthday, 12/12! The day I start my journal no less, after good ol' Chloe set it up for me. Other than that, today was pretty uneventful. I took a global test and bombed, but whatever. No English though. Research was good, as always, as we started this weird club to pay for stuff, Lucy forgot my animal crackers, and I beat Johnny in the 'Friends' 50 states game (if you've seen friends, you know what I'm talking about). In basketball, some guy apparently "crossed the hell out of me," but they all the ghetto basketball players like me and promised to help me get better. Math, of course, was boring, but Debate was fun as I made some new friends (all of a sudden!). Good stuff. Hope everyday's like this. 'Cept for Chloe, I got her sick, sorry 'bout that, but thank you for doing my journal thing for me! |
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