Women Writers

Based solely on our reading in this class, it would appear as if women writers deal with less serious issues than male writers, but when novels from both sexes are stripped of their critic's ribbons, it becomes clear that the majority deal with social dilemmas, and the only perceivable difference is in the context. In the Bean Trees, Kingsolver used snide humor to deal with such dilemmas as large as the repercussions Native Americans have faced as a result of American imperialism, and in Farenheit 451, Bradbury used symbolism and irony to warn people of technology's power to enslave us; Both are very serious issues, and many parallels could be drawn between the two.

Podcast about Thoreau

1. What is the host's view of Thoreau?
He believes Thoreau's works to be the founding script of the United States.

2. What is Kathryn Todd's view of Thoreau?
She feels that he has almost no concern for community or partnership.

3. What are the advantages of living your life like Thoreau? What are the disadvantages?
Living like Thoreau will teach you to criticize, to examine, to question everything, and by doing this, you may learn from your mistakes, but at the same time, if you think of the past negatively, you may lose valuable ideas that it has to offer. The key is to examine life and decide for yourself what is right and what is not.

Civil Disobediance

Currently, I am very displeased with the United State's foreign policy. It should be kept to a minimum. If we just took a step back, and focused on our own problems, our ethics, instead of criticizing other countries for aggression, imperialism, torture, environmental harm (because we share many of their procedures in that regard), then the United States may become, once again, the most free and respected nation in the world.

The key to this amount of change is a low, minimum amount of effort, by a large amount of people. Simply having your opinion heard may seem like a small step, but voicing it raises awareness, and the government will not be able to ignore the people. If they do, we must prepare ourselves for a great change, be that revolution or civil protest; if the government resists our will, we must find a way to overthrow the government.

Google Jockey

Henry David Thoreau - He strongly opposed the Mexican-American War. He protested by not paying his taxes, which went towards what he thought was an unjust war.


Do the Right Thing - The movie deals with social oppression.


Seattle 1999 - "Boldly confronting capitalist opression"



Cindy Sheehan - She's a political activist. Her son died in the Iraq War and ever since she's protested the war.

Renegades of Funk

In the song Renegades of Funk, Zach de la Rocha talks about how people like Thomas Paine and Malcom X both contributed to social justice in their respective time period. He admires their dedication, boldness, and leadership.

The Last Meow - Activity 9

Activity 9

• Reread the first paragraph of Part 1. What words does Bilger use to
compare Lady to a movie star? Why does he make this comparison?

"and ravishing, like a queen of silent film with one last swoon left in her."
To add to the dramatic effect.


• Now read the second paragraph. What words does Bilger use to
describe Shawn Levering? What point is Bilger making about
Shawn?

"His face was freckled and ruddy, his forearms thickly cabled."
The person you least suspect can be something totally different.

• Now read the third paragraph. Identify the medical terminology in
this paragraph. Why does Bilger use it?
chronic renal failure, dialysis, transplant, biopsy.

• What do Lady, Shawn Levering, and Cathy Langston represent?
What problem or issue do the first three paragraphs suggest that
“The Last Meow” is going to explore?

That Lady is going to die if nothing is done and how much her owners care about her.

• Look at the first paragraph of Part 2. Each sentence is quite long
except the last. What is the effect of ending the paragraph with,
“The ferrets are called Larry, Mo, and Curly”?

Suggests that they will be spoken about later.

• What is the purpose of the parentheses in the third sentence?

inserts info without making it run-on

• Why does Bilger give us a long list of examples of animals treated
in the exotics unit?

give info

• How are the paragraphs in this article different from paragraphs
in a newspaper article?

newspaper? more info-y than inserting emotion.

Last Meow Part 1 Questions

Section 1:
1) Lady has chronic renal failure which will require dialysis and a kidney transplant, a procedure worth $15,000.
2) Shawn is a compassionate mechanic. I know this because Bilger set aside a whole paragraph to describe him.
3) Cathy is a good samaritan.
4) Shawn is willing to pay for Lady's treatment because both himself and his wife had had many procedures for themselves in the past. If I had known this before reading that his cat was sick, I would never have doubted that he would pay for her treatment.

Section 3:
1) Shawn and Karen are sympathetic, helpful people, despite their many setbacks, and have proven that love can surpass the boundaries of species.

The Last Meow

Pets are not very important to me. I sort of like having a pet, but I wouldn't be too torn if I didn't. Right now I have two guinea pigs (well one is my nephew's), but I don't play with them that much. I feel guilty sometimes but it's dismissible. Basically if it's caged, I pay it the same attention as I would a fish.
I can really see myself with a family dog later on in life, though. The most fun I've had with pets was with my last dog, little bear (I had named him when I was 9). We weren't too close but that was probably because he was a monster who preferred my sister and I just preferred larger dogs; he was a Pomeranian who barked at doors..

No habla English.

The first day of school led to the last day of three kids lives. Yaquiline, the (lothario), Yessica, the (maverick), and Yanessa, the (nemesis) of Yaquiline. On that day, they experienced a (philipic) between each other in English class. It started fine, they all sat down in class while Mr. Schreiber introduced himself and the class. They figured out he was a (jingoist), because he was wearing a red, white, and blue tuxedo. But after seeing that, they realized who was amongst them. . . the infamous “Y Ladies.”
Yaqualine, and Yanessa, hated each other because Yaquiline took a bite of Yanessa’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich, which led to Yanessa calling Yaqualin (tawdry). Yaqualine, or “Yaquie”, stated that as a (philanderer), she slept with Yanessa’s boyfriend. Yanessa’s previous view of as a (quixotic) young girl, immediately went away.
One day Yessica came to school and yelled at Yanessa and Yaqualine using (solecism), Yessica couldn’t say anything because she felt (saturnine) because of all those spicy chicken burgers that she ate. Yaqualine didnt really care because she was a (Procrustean), she was tired of arguing. So the rivalry between Yanessa and Yaqualine came to an end. Many people say it was a (Pyrrhic), because even after the argument, they still were not friends.
But the weird part of the story is, why didn’t Yessica get involved? She has the (spoonerism) of words that confuses the Y Ladies to death. But recently she found the Y Ladies (protean) and unbearable. She could have won this argument and be the number one Y lady and live as a (sybarite) for the rest of her life!!

English Handbook Answers

1) The heading belongs in the upper left corner.
2) She wore huge dark glasses, no one recognized her.
3) A comma splice is when two sentences are improperly joined by a comma, and a fused sentence is when the two sentences just run on together, with no punctuation separating them.
4) Commas can be used to separate introductory clauses, phrases, or conjunctive adverbs from the rest of the sentence, and to create a pause.
5) A semicolon creates a stronger pause than a period; it can also be used to link two related sentences together or to list items in a long series.
6) Numbers less than or equal to ninety-nine should be spelled out.
7) Yes, plays may be underlined or typed in italics.
8) Affect, as a verb, can mean "feign" or "pretend to feel" while effect, as a verb, means "bring about" or "perform."
9) There: pronoun for a place.
Their: used to show possession.
They're: a contraction for "they are".
10) Parallel structures are used to express parallel elements in the same grammatical form.
Ex. The bunny jumped, skampered, and twisted.

Pennies for thought.

If I had to die for something prematurely, I would die for an idea that would affect a future person's lively-hood. I wouldn't want my death to be in vain. At the moment, I cannot think of a situation that satisfies these standards. The point of life in our current time seems to be to just float along, at least to anyone that sees what matters. I'm afraid of the idea of "progress" in years past, that is something not worth dying for.

Project reflection

We sucked. But not too much. So I'm not upset really. I just wish that a few more people would have taken the project a little more seriously. Like me, I could have done more.

Rumorsez

I'll admit, I eavesdrop, but I don't spread or start rumors. When a rumor would float on by, I'd just listen and lol to myself. Until I heard a rumor about myself. A close friend of mine had been going through a rough trip with her boyfriend, so I was talking her though it. Someone saw us talking seemingly in 'like' and mouthed like the wind. When It came back to me, I was a little skeptical, but to be safe I brought it up with my girlfriend. She just loled to herself.

Trust

I can't remember a time when I've lost the trust of a loved one. I've lost love, but not trust. If I had been in that type of situation before, I probably didn't notice because it went something like this:

Me: Hey where were you?

Them: Oh I was at blankity-blank's by the slip-slop.

Me: Oh yeah, I slept through that call.

Instead I try not to do anything to betray my loved ones' trust in me.

I once envied a man named Carlisle, though it wasn't for his name.

If at some point in my life for a relatively brief moment I had "people skills," they're gone now. I think they've transformed into "me skills" and for whatever I've tried to apply them to I've failed. Or at least I can't seem to apply them in a more practical way that would make everyone happy. They don't even please me.

Hello. Yeah I can't sleep either. Rambling seems to help me and instead of talking to myself I'll talk to blogger because blogger knows I'm not crazy, and that's all that really matters, that my mind is intact long enough to... I don't know yet. I think I am going crazy. I think I think too much. I think I'll talk about this girl but it's not the girl you would expect me to talk about right now because I barely know her, but she does exist, somewhere, not like how she exists in my head though. I crafted my password for this after one of our clever little inside jokes back when I was a dork and she was taken but I didn't know she was taken and I wasn't at the moment so I had a little crush for a while until someone took me and I continued to crush only no one knew but her. I think she knew. I think that's why she forgot me. I think I think too much. I used to think, every time I logged in, that that was a pretty good moment and that I was smart to trap it in a little time jar forever, but I don't care much for it anymore. It makes me think too much. It makes me think of a time when she said something about leaving and I wasn't really paying attention. I was thinking too much. It makes me preoccupied now, that that's my greatest worry, or only the greatest one I'll allow myself to think, consciously of course. In a few hours my mind will wander again and I won't be able to control myself. Sometimes it paralyzes me. I forget why I'm staring at this screen again, talking to myself.

Why doesn't anyone understand?

We are all traveling
Around the world only
The world
Does all
The work.
And when we count to
Three or thirty-three
We aren't where we were
Three or thirty-three
Seconds ago, when we started counting to
Three or thirty-three
And ended up somewhere
Unexpected
Like a spaceship, or an office chair.
We have no control
Of where we're going
We can only measure,
Study,
Examine,
Critique,
Our lives and the lives of others
And it may seem like
We are in control
But when we count to
Three or thirty-three
We end up somewhere
Unexpected.


They all go in circles
The unquestionable participants of
A vacant universe.
Mercury, Venus,
Earth, Mars,
Jupiter, Saturn,
Uranus, and Neptune,
But not Pluto.
Not anymore.
The participants, of
A vacant universe,
They all go in circles,
Like you and I,
Playing ring around the rosy
With fate,
Only the tune doesn't end,
And we aren't sure
How much of the song we've sang
And we aren't sure when
We will all fall.

Transformers 2

Too many dog/robot-dog humping scenes.
And the stereotypically gangster autobots just pissed the shit out of me.

But at least the fight scenes were enjoyable this time =]

Debauchery in all its forms
Spread exotic flavours
All around
While the sun rises at midnight
And sets in the summertime.

Men meet demises
Shaped to flies and dragons
Hitched to neon wagons
Leaving trails of bags of potato chips

Crunch crunch, as he crossed the river
To meet his future,
Composed of worry and closure and quiet,
While inflated snakes snapped at his heels.


That's all for now.

Again against
Angsty angst
Planks go kabloosh
Across waves of monotony.

I'm so bored.

Weekapauggggg!

A few days ago I had some very interesting dreams.

The third (and only that I will tell) began in a convenience store. It was one of those dull, imposing stores with the tricky, uphill driveway. Oh yea, it had the driveway of a house next to it, only uphill. Anyway, my parents managed to park the car and I entered the store to use the restroom and grab some snacks. My parents gave me five dollars to buy twelve coconut ice cream bars that turned out to be one fifty-nine each. I went back out to the car and told my dad I did not have enough money for their ice cream, and he just scoffed. He gave me two more dollars but I persisted that that wasn't enough money, they were one fifty-nine each. To appease him, I went back inside and bought all the ice cream I could buy, about five bars I think. I showed him the ice cream and he was very disappointed because I only brought back five, not twelve, but he still would not believe that they were one fifty-nine, not fifty-nine cents like he had thought. He accused me of stowing away the extra money for such and such to buy but I wasn't listening because I was so frustrated at this point.

Then the frustration... went on for a while...

Finally both my parents got all the way out of the car and went all the way inside the store, all the way to the ice cream fridge thing to see that the coconut ice cream was, de facto, one dollar and fifty-nine cents, American currency. We continued our road trip without ice cream.

Well, you should've made peace with the absurdity of human existence before we started driving!

Oh, yea, one last thing:

Did anyone notice how Spongebob Squarepants has gotten so much more complex lately? The last episode I saw contained the word "platitudinous" and an allusion to The Wizard of Oz.

*thoughtful* (basically staring at nothing)

I've just been thinking that it's been a while since I've thought like this. I think it's been about.. six weeks, maybe more, and that's a lot in certain contexts. For instance, its a lot of time not to have thought these thoughts. It's not that they're bad thoughts, although they could be, they just take so long to think through, and I can't sleep until I've thought of them all. Unfortunately, the less I sleep the longer it takes for me to think, and I never quite reach some conclusions that I feel are just within reach.

Anyway, I think I'm going to start hallucinating so I'm going to go get a good three hours' rest.

Oh, and don't forget "platitudinous!"

I've often wondered if people's random blurbs about me really summarize who I am. Like, if I were smart enough to remember everything everyone has said about me, well not everyone but the people who matter, but like if I can take what they said before they had time to edit their words, if I could examine their words before that, then I could find a common theme, then that would be me. Then who would I be, if my own opinion was of little value... I consider it to be a rather pressing question.

Am I insane?

flabberjaggle.

I wanted to.. I really wanted to tell her.. that I just wanted to get it over with. I just wanted to tell her what a relief it would be to forget the world for a few moments, if any, if at all possible, and that's really what I wanted to do, but an hour later I wrote about playing some game with a person of ambiguous existence.

Hmmmmm (part three)

New Scenario:
The edges that define the "portal" between the never-ending space and the space we live in are extremely nebulous.

You would just sort of pass through, although the time it takes to pass would be so brief that you would not notice, to this alternate dimension. What you step into is determined by the time period at which you enter the new dimension. If enough time has been allowed, you may not even notice the difference. This however allows for some ambiguity as well, since human senses are not accurate enough to notice many instant changes in their lives. Did you take an exact note of the location of your toothbrush this morning, to the extent that you would notice if it were moved a quarter-inch to the left? This may seem insignificant, but that's exactly the point. You don't notice the ensuing course of events, and the difference between those events and the events that would have transpired if your toothbrush had not been touched by any forces at all. But that's impossible, considering that the random forces of pressure may have moved it somehow, in any direction for any length however immeasurable. But you may never know the difference.

Hmmmmm (part two)

Right now I am thinking of falling down (or up or across) an endless space. Nevermind how I got there, I'm just there. I would write the tales of my journey along the edges of the space, you know for future inhabitants. Well, what if it did not have edges? What if it were basically just a circle and once you have passed through it, you kept going exactly in that direction forever?
Or at least until your entire composition decomposes.. but through the law of conservation of matter, wouldn't something remain of your existence?

Well let's assume that this particular endless, alternate dimension has dimensions, like walls, like, it's more like a pit. I would write the manuscript for living the perfect, short, indeterminable life. Followed effectively, it will become apparent that only you will be able to prove that you existed. Disbelievers would try and try to edit my original text and create something more productive with what's left of their indeterminably brief life in the pit. All they would end up doing is confusing a lot of people. By the time someone figures out what sort of logic they were trying to convey, it will be too late, and what ever revelation they might have reached will die with them.

Until groups of beings enter the pit. Assuming they can coordinate ideas effectively, they'll continue organizing this mass of progressively confusing ideas and, eventually, create a consensus among their group. And this will become normal, abnormal really, the skewing of various conflicting truths. But at least, new inhabitants won't have to be as afraid as I was when I first entered. At least they will have something to believe in.

Hmmmmm

I want to not brush my teeth
For a year.
Then whatever teeth that are left will be all rotten and yellow.
Like the kind of yellow that you see in movies
When the main character decides to have eggs for breakfast,
Instead of bacon.

Anyway, I'll invest some money in one of those tooth-whitening strips, and cut it to apply to just one tooth. The contrast will make it appear to be whiter. Yeah, that is what I want to do with my life...

We're only a few decades away from everything being fed to us through a straw anyway.

Buttersafe: Part Two

See this is more relative to the general mood of the rest of the comics on Buttersafe: Hilarious.

The unavoidable heat will likely consume us all.

What is to become of this blog during summer?

What will I turn to to vent all of my frustrations and joys?
My highs and lows..
Where will they go....


(It's doubly pensive because it has twice the amount of periods as the line before it.)

Ohhh this reminds me of this one flash.
It's not in any way related to my thoughts of where my blog will go over the summer.

Buttersafe.

This is the saddest little comic strip in the world...

They are not all sad, but that one is.

Engulfed in the noise and the dust.

Whenever I see something beautiful in a book, I like to reread it two or three times over before I continue with the paragraph or the sentence. Then, I move on and forget about it, or in this case I write it on my arm. I remembered the exact wording of the phrase and even the placing of the passage on the page, but I could not remember the context.

"I was engulfed in the noise and the dust." -The Stranger

A truck had passed by Meursault and his buddy, Emmanuel, and they decide to hitch-hike it. They chase after it through the shipyard (they were observing the freighters in the harbor) and the entire time Meursault complains in his head. After finally boarding their transport Meursault is still complaining about the cloud of dust and sun while Emmanuel is laughing the oxygen from his lungs. This was the first time I noticed, or maybe it had caught up to me, that the author is taking this ordinary experience and truly maximizing the potential of it, by freezing it forever in art. As if, by somehow noting every minute detail of every mundane happening, every moment can become significant, because the way you remember it will be more enriched than what actually happened.
Or at least that is what it meant to me.

I was just thinking.

And then I stopped thinking.

It was stupid anyway.

That's what she said.

Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

We are so far apart
But you are still (compliment) yes,
You are still (another compliment), yes.

We are so far apart
But hearing the sound of my generic singing voice will make it seem as if almost any other guy could be right by your side.

OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)

We are poor
But as accesibility increases and standards decrease, soon my generic singing voice might land us a cozy spot in a condo.

I want to say a lot more
But I don't know how. If everything I wrote would make you love me more then I'd write so many more songs, like at least five more, sounding exactly like this. Disregard the paradox that, if you really were this easily amused, then you would have fidelity issues because you wouldn't be able to keep your hands off of anyone with a guitar. (Unless the singer really wants his girlfriend to be easy?)

OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT LEFT OUT TO FLOW INTO THE NEXT SECTION, YEA IT'S NOT OVER YET)

We are 1000 miles away
but I would walk that distance just to be with you.
All our friends will laugh at us, but we know that they've never felt a love this generically.

Delilah I can promise you
that by the time that we get through
the world will never ever be the same
and you're to blaaaame
(This one I can't even make sense out of! It doesn't relate to ANYTHING else in the song! What are you doing that you'll be through with? Something bad, like shooting babies in the face? Then you're gonna blame her? Blame has a -negative- connotation!)

In two years, you'll be out of school, because you have no interesting values other than being a student, and by then your blandness will have provided me with so many generic songs that I will be worshiped as a god.
But please accept this, the first of my generic songs, as a token of my thanks for being so mediocre.

OH IT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING DO TO ME (X4)!
(LAST SENTENCE FRAGMENT REPEATED FOR *DRUM-FUCKING-ROLL* EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS)

(30 MORE SECONDS OF ME 'OH'ING FOR EVEN MORE EMOTIONAL EMPHASIS BECAUSE REPEATING MYSELF IS THE ONLY TECHNIQUE I KNOW!)

*exhales* that was harder than I thought it would be.

*squirt, squirt*

PART ONE: THE BEGINNING
After school, I went upstairs to take a shower, and when I came back, there was this huge bag full of like-colored, neon green water pistols, yes, water pistols, not "squirt guns". Conveniently, my friends called shortly after, so I burst out the door with three pistols, two in each hand, held behind my back, and one holstered in my back pocket, and began to point and go "bang, bang, bang!" I threw them off guard at first, but they soon retaliated so I threw the pistols at them and ran off, ducking behind a brick wall.

My heart's drum grew with the repetition of their foot steps.

"left right left right left right left right left right left right leftleftleft right right left right left right left right left right left right left rrrriiiiiiiiiiigggghhhtttt"

"Aha, there you are! Now, come on! You can't make it out alive! SURRENDERRR!"

"NEVERRRRRRR!! *spits*....... I have to pee."

THE END

OMFG BONUSES!!!

orgazmo - DJ Pavo & dj zany

Man, Iowa smells like fish too!

Today, I stepped outside and I just felt so glad to be alive! Everything was suddenly vibrant and flowing and I got lost in the obscure order of details. With the haze gone from my brain, every sense, every sense stood out so distinctly that it was hard to keep track of all the feelings. When I finally gave up on organizing and decided to just feel, the feelings felt richer.

Battery Acid in My Veins?

Not that anyone cares but this is probably the set of albums that I will be writing about for that project in Miclette's class:

Wait.

That sounded horrible.

Let's try that again.

Not that anyone cares, but this is my set list (In no particular order):

0)(Album), (Artist)
1)Rage Against the Machine, Rage Against the Machine.
2)OK Computer, Radiohead.
3)Dookie (Maybe Insomniac), Green Day.
4)The Sufferer and the Witness, Rise Against.
5)Odelay!, Beck.

So, yea, it's pretty diverse I guess, but as a whole, I wouldn't describe my collection as "eclectic" because that's an asshole word when it's overused. I really want to write about Queens of the Stone Age because they are SO FUCKING AWESOME but I don't want to put -too- much stoner-rock on here. Plus, I don't really feel a bond with any of their albums, it's just good music.
Hm, keeping that in mind, I should probably switch Dookie for a Coldplay album, since I resonate with their songs more. Actually, I dunno. I used to listen to a lot of Coldplay when I was a little-eighth-grade-emo-kid, and that really helped me out with being alone and such, but Dookie reminds me of my life just after that point in my life. Dookie reminds me of blossoming, meeting more people and developing a (more) social personality. Gyahhhh I can't decide! And once I actually look at my collection, I'll change my mind again, since I just thought of all of these off the top of my head...

Those pointy Mexicans are at it again...

Hope you had a good 30 seconds there =]

SooooOOoOOoOoOO...

Does anybody who actually reads this like my new color scheme and layout? As you can see, the blog list and what-not have been strategically moved to the left-hand side of the page to allow for obnoxious but amusing YouTube videos that devour half the page.

*scuttles on his rolling chair towards the trash can to throw away some batteries and a receipt for the batteries and some books*

Some videos, just because I can.

Obviously, the first song is the original.

And the second song is there simply for my amusement. Although I'm not sure if it amuses me more than her loyal fans:

draco5006isdead (1 day ago)
She covered it because it was "pushed" on her by her record company. So she ain't ripping it or honouring it. simply just trying to make money. Its good. But not the best. New style and starting to look more attractive than what she before hand.

atheistunicorn (16 hours ago)
This song is terrible. The Cure (Close To Me) have ownership rights and all that and for anyone who tries to pass this off as post modernity (look it up) has clearly got something wrong with their head. This is blatant thievery and a disgrace to what current society calls 'Music'

draco5006isdead (9 hours ago)
Considering your ripping the guy who knew that but I simple was answering a wrong fact. you don't have to rip the messenger.

juggalizzle4izzle (7 hours ago)
fuck you she's hot

I wish I'd stayedd.. asleep todayyy..

Scientific conversions have got to be the most pointless thing in the world.

Question:
Convert 780 mmHg to atm.

1 atm = 760 mmHg

To perform the conversion, you divide 760 into 780.
My calculator says it's 1.026315789, but because of the rule of significant figures, this rounds off to approximately... 1.0 atm.
I decided to look further into this and it turns out that 1 atm can be any measurement of mmHg between 760 and 797. 798 mmHg converts to 1.05 atm, which would be rounded to 1.1 atm.

And I find all of this far more interesting than proving a gas law that half of the class already knows, a quarter of the class doesn't know, but will still do the experiment and continue not knowing, and that the rest of the class does not care about.

P.S. Total lives lost on Pacman due to internet lag: 1.

Exausted as well.

I thought of something, but when I actually wrote it down, it lost its significance.

I'm floating through existential despair.
I can't feel my body,
But I can't say I miss
The weight.
In a way, it's a natural relief.

Sometimes, I forget that Barrack Obama is our president. Then I go, "oh yea he's black huh?.... well this still sucks.."

I remember the first time I got full addy armour..

You know what these headphones remind me of? The headphones I used to wear in Multimedia class at John Muir, the annoying kid in that class (Kevin, I think), playing games instead of doing actual work. The teacher that got pregnant, and the five subs that let us play games, then the last sub that walked around and caught us... Good times. Well, not really, I had plenty of issues.

Proud Leech

DEVIL'S HAIRCUT!
IN MY MIND!
DEVIL'S HAIRCUT
IN MY MIND!
DEVIL'S HAIRCUT!
IN
MY
MIND!

.... *skip skip skip on my free CD player*

-never needs an iPod to be happy

Such a pretty house

I slowly rub my eyes open to an alarming scene:
My lover gone missing, unhooked from my arm.
I notice the shower running as
My mind slowly regains clarity.
Confidently, carelessly,
I waltz to the bathroom
to refresh my
morning breath,
but abruptly stop in the doorway.
I'm left awe-stricken
as you're silhouette outlines a galaxy, a
nebulous, unexplored dimension,
That is all mine.
And the sun
And the stars
And the supernovas
All whisper, "Good morning"
In unison, in a luminescent voice
that echoes between the four walls,
To their master, a soft, but unsightly ruler,
Who doesn't seem to match any species'
Description of beauty,
Much like his kingdom of
Unwanted trinkets. Only I can
See their worth.

English projects aren't good for my mental health.

All this thinking about existentialism is very, very depressing. I think I understand it too well. It resonates too well within me. It's like the answer to my prayers, and yet I'm still unsatisfied because it does nothing to help my predicament, which really isn't all too big. I'm just too scared to deal with it, so I let others decide for me. I know this is all very unhealthy but I crave it. I crave something new, something real. It's like life but without the bullshit, like just saying shit straight to your face, with no sugarcoating or false hope. No hope really. No chance of escape. *ramble ramble ramble*

So tired.. No alarms and no surprises...

Wow.. I have absolutely nothing to write about.. Inspiration struck too early (1st period) so basically I just doodled. I'd post it but I don't have a scanner. And I find it easier to write or to think or to draw when I'm troubled. Hmm maybe I'll be back later when my situation worsens...

Wonderful isn't it?

I saw Enchanted yesterday. I had forgotten how much I loathe Disney movies..

Deadliest Warrior

I'm really tired so I'm gonna copy Matt and blog about Deadliest Warrior.
Okay, so here I go:
.
.
.
Ninja > Spartan.
. . 'nuff said.

"Frog or orange?"

I remember that once, someone tried to tell me that "than" wasn't a word. They were the kind of person that thought they knew everything, kind of like myself before seventh grade. Being forced to work on a project with myself sucks.

*FLAIL*

Amused.

I seem to have forgotten that sex is the pinnacle of human relationships.

"If you send this to-

1 perso​n-​ you will lose all luck in ur love life.​.​.​.​.

​ forev​er!​!​!​!​!​

10 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will say they like you as a frien​d.​.​.​.​.​.

​ ONLY!​!​!​!​!​

15 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will say they like you

20 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will ask you out!

25 peopl​e-​ your crush​ will kiss you!​!​

30 peopl​e - Your crush​ will have sex with you

35 peopl​e or more-​ All of the above"

DELETE!

The sky is crying. Did someone rape it?

My sister goes to cosmetology school. Today my sister straightened my hair with a chemical straightener. It's supposed to be permanent. Sitting in that chair, it felt like a dentist appointment, only in a good way. I don't think it came out very well, but now I can do this! *shakes his hair about for a good three minutes* The hair tickles my nose and it's long enough to bite.

P.S. I just coughed and my guinea pigs dove for their shelter!

I love lamp.

3 steps to poetry.

1. Write down your thoughts.
2. Cut them in half, like a sandwich, with the ENTER or RETURN key.
3a. Add punctuation.
3b. Hope that anyone cares. (optional)

On Mars, you showed me the value of life.

I want my Watchmen back.
I want my girl back.
I want to play my guitar.
I want everyone to wake up already
So that my noise won't disturb them,
So that I don't have to wake them up myself.
Existing is so difficult.

Killing ourselves.

It seems like most of the time I'm just waiting for something better to happen.
I look over at the T.V.
Laugh,
Look back at the single line
And decide I have nothing more to write about.

A circle has no beginning.

I wish I were never born!
.. but how?
You can only wish you weren't born once you've -been- born and there's no turning back. And it is a decision that isn't yours to make in the first place, like a lot of decisions in life. So in a lot of ways being dead is like being alive, only you're unaware of your existence.
How do you know you're not dead now?
Do you think we've all died and gone somewhere equally depressing?
There's no way of knowing.
-Is- no way?
How can something that 'is' not be there?
And my mind is contorted
From all the glue
Don't condemn Me
We are more alike than You may think.
I'm really tired.

Disappointment

I wish there were an easier way to live

"I'll take a quiet life
A handshake
of carbon monoxide

And no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
no alarms and no surprises
please"

Woohoo! Catching up on two weeks of failure!

Does this look infected to you?

Being sick is so annoying. Well, not really, you get special treatment. Not having inhibitions is annoying. When I'm sick I can't control what I'm saying. Often I'll just ramble about my deepest worries and fears in life to unsuspecting passers-by. Like my mother, or my girlfriend. I once told my mom about how cool it would be to have a trenchcoat! She eventually told my dad and they made a huge deal of it... I forget what it's all about now.

Anyway, another cool thing happens when I'm sick though: I have awesome, insane dreams! Like, on Friday night I slept for thirteen hours and had three dreams. The weirdest, went something like this:
It was PE class at school, only it wasn't at Gunderson, it resembled John Muir, my middle school, more. At John Muir, beyond the gym and the attached locker rooms, there's a section of concrete basketball courts, an expanse of grass large enough for about a baseball field and two more backstops, and across from four tennis courts, a swimming pool. All my friends were there, even some kids I didn't go to middle school with, and we had to climb a fifteen foot chain-linked fence to warm up.
On the other side of the fence, we proceeded into classrooms that were not ours, like open house day only we were the parents. In one of the classrooms, Mrs. Miller was teaching a class full of first-graders. Half of them were sitting patiently at their desks, and the other half were riding this sort of curved, piano keyboard slide, sitting atop the black keys. As we stepped into the classroom, Mrs. Miller unbuckled a girl who had finished playing on the slide, and strapped in a boy with blonde hair. She pushed him through these velvet teeth at the foot of the slide and he teleported to the top, as the girl who was done playing took his desk and obediently waited for her turn again. We marveled at this spectacle for a few minutes before filing into some empty desks at the back of the class.

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You're right, I'd have to say supermarkets depress me more than any other setting in my life. I go in and consume mindlessly like cattle for the sole purpose of surviving long enough to do the same thing later, while working for something that's meaningless to me in the first place. And they wonder why America has such high suicide rates. It's because we've established such a big comfort zone for ourselves that living has almost no meaning. It's easy, it's boring, it serves no greater purpose.

It's A Youtube Comment
And I Feel Like I Should Write It Down Somewhere
So I Don't Forget About It.

Still not as efficient as the iPod in my head.

I really like this website called Jango.com [/shameless plug] because it reminds me of the old Yahoo music player I used to listen to that would play song's I like, when I rank them by how much I like them. It's like a TiVo (Did I spell that right?), only it judges your musical taste and figures out what you would like to listen to.

Well, when I first got a Jango account, some of the first songs that came up were by Radiohead, then Oasis, then this artist whose last name seemed french, because I had rated Radiohead first. The two Oasis songs to play were Wonderwall and Champagne Supernova, both songs that I liked. I only like those two songs from them though! Even though I've rated a lot more artists, every now and then I get like three Oasis songs in a row! I'm afraid to just remove them though, it might affect the way the songs show up in my playlist...

The difference between boys and girls.

Today, Mom and Dad took Sean and I to Golfland to play in the arcade. My favourite games there are pinball machines, Galaga, any Time Crisis, and The House of the Dead series, in that order too.
Pinball went rather smoothly. On the first machine I tried, the bumpers would not bounce the pinball. On the second machine, the pinball got stuck and I went for someone to get it unstuck; He followed me to the machine, tapped it on the side, and the ball popped right out! He gave me a free game too (I had lost mine because I tried to fix it myself and the machine went TILT). I won four free games as a result of playing that gift. Needless to say, I was quite smug, even though pinball is almost forgotten.
Next, I played Galaga. It costs a quarter more to play Galaga at Golfland than it does to play Galaga at the Century Theater in Oakridge because it's an older machine, I guess. Also because it's older, you can only fire two bullets at a time, unlike the Oakridge one that lets you fire as many bullets as fast as you can mash the button. All this means I play worse, and when I play worse, this happens:

"Number of Hits: 39/ Bonus: 3900"

That's what the screen says when you've played a challenge stage and at the end of the stage, you've shot thirty-nine of the forty enemies on the screen. The difference between hitting 39 enemies and hitting 40 enemies is that you only get 3900 points instead of 10,000. I was rather dissatisfied with myself.
About Time Crisis, I will be brief. I tried to play it, but it only counted one of the three tokens I put in to play. I pressed the red button to give me my tokens back, but it failed so I walked away.
One of the guns on The House of the Dead was broken, the first one I used. Undeterred, I noticed that someone had left me a free game, so I used the blue gun. However, when I arrived at the first boss, Mom walked over to me and I died.
Then we left Golfland.

"Breathe."

Hey I'm writing a blog so I don't fail English and I can get in an honors class and not feel like a failure and I have to keep up and stay away from girls they're just distractions and they keep me from my real goals and no one wants a loser and I should have this many credits and I have reports and projects and tests on top of regular homework but my math teacher cut us a break but it gets harder I've heard and it's the most stressful point in your life I've heard but no one wants a loser and it's okay it's okay things will just take a little longer. You're not far off, it's fixable. Relax, hon. Breathe.

(10 points?)

This guy was bald, he had a goatee, tanktop, sunburned. I knew I was in trouble, this guy fought the sun!

Soldier's Poem
By Muse

Throw it all away
Let's lose ourselves
'Cause there's no one left for us to blame
It's a shame we're all dying
And do you think you deserve your freedom

How could you send us so far away from home
When you know damn well that this is wrong
I would still lay down my life for you
And do you think you deserve your freedom

No I don't think you do
There's no justice in the world
There's no justice in the world
And there never was


Since the song's so short, I thought I'd just post it here for reference. The text doesn't really capture the feeling though, because on the CD it's sung like in a barbershop quartet.. except there's only three bandmembers. But anyway, anyway..

I first heard this song in eighth grade, when I had to write a speech about something political. The entire time I was supposed to be writing, I fantasized about just reading the poem in front of the class, completely convinced that Mr. Jacobs would never find out. Long before the due date, I had frightened myself out of the idea, and I had nothing to present. In a split second I decided to just wing it and I'd like to say it went well. I failed the assignment, but to me, this one song seemed more important than any of the standards I had failed to learn in his class.

Who's watching The Watchmen? (SPOILER WARNING)

Wow. Watchmen. I don't think I've felt so violently in quite a while. I had to think twice about everything that happened, because a later event would change my previous assumption. Like, what happened to The Comedian. After everyone revealed what he had done in those private, last respects, I'd abandoned what little sympathy I had for him. Halfway through the movie, Raw(r) Shack made me understand what had made him that way. The Comedian chose to take all of Man's deepest impurities and magnify them so intensely that he became a sick parody of life. But he was one of the goodguys!
And every character was so complex in this way; no one was perfect and no one was purely evil. They all had real flaws we could see in each other every day, those people we're supposed to trust to be our saviours.
I have so much more to write but I fear it's beyond my level of coherency at the moment. I don't think I'll find I've made sense or just spewed mindless chatter until I read this all tomorrow.

They may lure you into a rather luxurious coma.

Diamond Leash

I saw a dead tree,
Twisted, limbs reaching
For sustenance.
I looked behind me
And, reassured,
I thought,
"I can't die that way."
Still,
I felt sorry for the tree.
But I could not spare any sunlight.

I saw a clown,
Twirling, desperately searching
For an innocent heart
To give warmth too.
Finding none,
He was reduced to tears.
I looked behind me
And, reassured,
I thought,
"I can't crumble that way."
Still,
I felt sorry for the clown,
But I had not known a pure heart myself.

I saw two crows
Picking at the corpse
Of a poor man,
His arms still
Held outward, pleading.
I looked behind me
And, reassured,
I thought,
"I can't be forgotten that way."
Still,
I felt sorry for the man,
But I knew a quarter would be of no use to him now.

Besides, I had already spent
All of my money
On this diamond leash.
I looked back and-
Hm.
I knew it felt lighter...

This lullaby.

I suppose listening to music until I fell asleep was a ritual that died shortly after my first girlfriend left me. Almost every night, I would listen to this CD that she burned for me from one of my favorite bands, Radiohead. I liked this specific album though because it was noticeably gentler than their others. The slow, rhythmic melodies combined with Thom's soft voice would soothe all my petty worries until I was brain-dead, finally able to rest.
Anyway, in the ensuing series of empty arguments following our break-up, I learned that she hadn't burned it for me, that it was actually her sister's CD. Some of the tracks are missing. The songs that are on the silver disk aren't in the right order, the order that Radiohead wanted them in.
She hates them. Says they don't have any energy, says that listening to them always makes her want to fall asleep, and that's a bad thing. I don't mean to put her in a bad light, I just can't get any sleep.

What's in a name?

I read a friend's blog, well sort of just skimmed over it because I thought I had read it before (I had) and when I got to a part that was like "BURRITO BURRITO BURRITOOO!" I read it,"BURT BURT BURTTT!" After realizing it, I remembered all the times I had felt resentment towards people who heard my name and responded,"BURT BURRITO HAHA YOUR NEW NAME IS BURRITO NOW *CACKLE CACKLE* I'M GONNA GO STICK MY HEAD IN THE MICROWAVE!"

Okay, yea, I embellished the last bit, but maybe they should have. Or at least suffered a mild brain aneurysm...

For some reason, karma seems to be the only thing able to make me feel remorse now..

Shiny thing go "boom!"

Blue Jacket

The blue jacket still,
Kind of,
Smells like you,
But It also smells,
Kind of,
Like rainwater.
Like the kind of rainwater
That makes puddles.
That makes spending
Every day with you,
Sun, or rain, or fog,
More enjoyable
Than the last.

Why did the chicken cross four lanes of traffic and an agry mother-in-law to reach the other side of the road?

In a way, it's kind of nice that my English homework is so easy. Anytime I'm out somewhere doing something, it counts as doing homework as long as I post it up here!

Over the weekend I:
-slept until noon on the couch.
-lied in bed for two more hours, just staring at the ceiling, listening to the same CD on repeat.
-bought a video game and still haven't gone halfway through it.
-laughed, cried, and got angry at The Watchmen.
-had not a single piece of vegetables, except maybe lettuce on a burger.

And you don't have to care at all! Marvelous!

Her hitler hairdo is making me feel ill.

Once at this sit-down dinner thing I could not stop staring at this girl. She wasn't much to look at, but every time I looked up, there she was. Sometimes she was across the room and sometimes she was the center of my attention though she never looked directly at me. I felt kind of weirdly for staring the entire time and sort of badly for ignoring my party, but at the same time I felt this strange attraction towards her. However, my indecision overcame the attraction and I ended up just staring. Until eventually, I looked up and she wasn't there. Frantically, I spun around toward the exit and I just caught a glimpse of her before she disappeared completely.

Flawlo

This is the incredibly, magnificently short story of Flawlo.

Flawlo was a giant purple thing who's skin had the texture of a rhino's beneath swan's feathers. He had gratuitous, bat-like wings that only propelled him four inches off the floor, presumably to ease the pain of walking on his thumbtacked feet. His mouth was an elephants snout, but he still had trouble breathing through smoker's lungs. His eyes were like that of an eagles who's corneas had been clawed out by large rats. He absorbed the sound around him through miniature, trumpet-like hearing aids that have long before been caked with rust. He carried the physical manifestation of the world's flaws on his abnormally grotesque shoulders for three hundred and sixty-two years.

Cause of death: Unknown.

I may be paranoid, but not an android.

Sometimes, I can feel my own shadow sneaking up on me. It's really annoying because it can take the shape of any object, really. I'll walk past bookshelves and jars will crash just inches behind me. I wake up and see a stuffed lions mouth, dripping with saliva, about to devour me. My shadow's a coward though, that's why it prefers the dark, and it freezes in terror if I catch it red-handed. I mean, if a shadow did have hands...
Nevertheless I'm growing very worried for my family and my own well-being. Just trying to open the door to my own house, the slight clink-clink of the keychain and the heavy clunk of the deadbolt releasing was enough to make me jump a few feet back. Still, I'm afraid arming myself would only get me in more trouble. Just how exactly, would I stab or shoot a shadow anyway? I only have to look it in the eye... that's it! I'll wire surveillance cameras throughout the house and rig a series of traps for the shadow! If I see any mischief, all I'll have to do is press a button and I'll have it captured! Oh, finally my family and I can rest in piece!
It's the next day. Time to check the tapes... what the? How could this have happened?!
"No that can't be true! The shadow must have figured it out! I was only trying to help! I swear!"
"Oh, really? These surveillance tapes tell a different story."

Everybody Knows That You're Insane.

Despite the horrendous weather, today was riddled with sporadic nosebleeds. My bathroom floor looks like a crime scene. It doesn't help that I've been running around all day either. The bathroom at the Hometown Buffet I went to looks like a crime scene also, but I doubt they noticed at all.
I was glad that I could run to Streetlight Records with a twenty-five dollar gift card though. I found some Radiohead, some Queens of the Stone Age, some Cure, and some Tool. Afterward when it was time to pay, I was just like, "GIFTCARD BIATCHHH!!" I paid the man four dollars and bled all over him.
However, I didn't forget to grab some free posters. One is of some weird German band (I'm guessing they're German but I'm really bad at guessing) with this crude drawing of humans devolving and walking into the mouth of a monster. The last phase of de-evolution is apparently a bird singing. At the bottom, it reads: "PLAYING LIVE IN: (blank)." I guess I'm supposed to fill in the blank with something but I'd rather not. I'm not afraid to sleep next to it either.
The other poster I got is all black with the words "ANTI-SALE," and some other writing, written all in white with lines stitched across the letters and colourful drops of paint splattered about. Despite it's message, it actually looks like an advertisement, but it doesn't bother me.
Between the two posters I put those papers that warn you if a CD is marked and may not play (that's how I got them so cheap) and under those, a coupon that gives me two dollars off of any non-sale item worth ten dollars or more. Yay.
So I have four great CD's, I ate like a pig and no one cared, I slept till about noon each day, and slept on the couch at least once. I'd say this weekend went pretty well for me.

*closes his eyes and shakes his head slowly*

All around me all I see
Are people I wish I were.
I wish I were her
I wish I were he.
I'll never have that life
I've wanted all my life
And that's how it's going to be.
Until now.
Now I don't care.
Rob me, strip me bare,
Of everything,
Nothing,
No one,
Nowhere.
And in a way I'll be
More free
Than I ever was.

Just a little something from a point in my life when I was frustrated at something, I don't remember what or who or where. Anyway, I'm obviously displeased with whatever it was I was trying to convey with this.
Enjoy!

Vampires don't die in their sleep.

I often have apocalyptic dreams. I would say, about once a week. They don't bother me, though maybe they should. I'd like not to worry about it. What can I do to prevent the earth from imploding?
Anyway, in the dreams, I'm always running somehow: in a car, on a bike, on foot. Eventually though, I reach a dead end or I get tired and I have to stop. Then there's some kind of explosion and a big cloud fills the air. Sometimes, I see the missile fly over me before it explodes. Sometimes, there's a really bright light and I go blind for a second, but I always wake up before I can watch the earth crumble. I always die alone.

Daytime Television.

I woke up and flicked on the television box. On it was this beautiful, passionate love scene, they were newlyweds I think. I thought today was going to be a good day so I continued watching.
Then the man cheats on the woman for no reason!
He keeps doing it!
For no reason at all!
Drama, drama, drama, oh wait I'm watching Lifetime.
*snoreeee*

But it was a great opening sequence.

Shiver.

In my world,
The ocean's in the sky
And the sky's in this puddle.
I can dive right in
And fly!
...
And fall,
Back down,
Into formation.

Pluggy - Cheer Up, Emo Kid.

If it cheers me up, does that make me emo? <--- linky (idk if you can see it..)

MATURE CONTENT WARNING:
two curses you hear daily!

If it's sunday, it means I was very drunk last night.

All my friends have mastered the art of taking independent clauses out of context and rearranging them to have a more sexual meaning in a matter of seconds.
And I can't get a date for Saturday night.

Cause of death: protest.

Every time I'm about to type something,
I almost immediately reread and delete it.
I wonder why I even bother writing.
But then I recall someone told me too.
No matter.
They are much larger. They are much stronger. They have the semi-automatic pistol poised just above my spine.
But I have words.


HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HELP ME! HEL


*bang*

Obsessive, compulsive hatred.

Almost every day coming out of fourth period chemistry, Alyssa has some fantastical story about how everyone in that period just goofed off and poked each other and fought and laughed till they cried and it just makes me burn inside because I'm so furious with envy that all I can do is implode upon myself and hope nothing escapes. I've caught myself letting it out though in these little unintentionally passive-aggressive tangents that seem to drag through the first ten minutes of lunch and I hate to admit that I'm that small and selfish but I am. It has to be the only thing that makes me really feel left out.
Then, without a word, she grasps my hand and I exhale the wreckage of the destruction inside, left only feeling guilty and ashamed, but forgiven.

Just another good vibration.

Today, I was really excited to bring my guitar home from school. I've been torturing myself about leaving it, because I really wanted to play it last weekend. I didn't even care about playing well I just wanted to play and mess around. So, when I got it home and I did all my work, I ran up to my room but I seemed to have misplaced my tuner and I haven't the slightest clue as to where my picks are (Evan, I think you have my 'white stripes' one but I'm not sure. It's okay if you've lost it, I just would really like to know). Anyway, I tried playing while avoiding the un-tuned strings but, eventually, it just became too much for me. So, I rest my head on the headstock and tap random notes to the beat of this song. I believe it was The Man Who Sold the World by David Bowie, but that's beside the point.
I like to chew on things while I think and before I had just been gritting my teeth but then I began to chew on the headstock. Now the vibrations that came from the strings up the neck of the guitar, through the headstock, and into my mouth were euphoric. I could feel them reverberating off the back of my mouth, no through it, to the back of my skull and it was like my brain could feel the music, the random, chopped-up notes on un-tuned strings. It was truly one of the strangest things I had ever felt.

Close your eyes and see the skies are fallin'.

The other night I dreamed I was at a Chuck E. Cheese's playing House of the Dead 4, but the dream's not the important part. When I "woke up," I was staring at my speed bag in the corner and, standing on top of it was Optimus Prime waving at me. I tried wiping my eyes clear, but it took all my strength just to keep them open because I wasn't supposed to wake up then. Still, the sight was so disturbing that I was compelled to keep blinking my eyes slowly open. Eventually, I was able to pry them open, but I wasn't looking anywhere my speed bag, I was lying on my side, facing my dresser. I looked back toward the speed bag on my wall; no Optimus Prime, just same old Krusty the Clown.

I've thought about it this and if we do own some kind of Optimus Prime doll it would have to be downstairs locked in a box in the closet. Only it couln't have even been in the house because my parents were supposed to take all those toys and sell them that day. I don't know, it was just weird I guess. Not the weirdest thing to happen though. My nephew's seen spirits wandering in the hallways and I myself saw a sketch of some cave painting of a squirrel on a piece of paper. That too vanished after I fully opened my eyes. I guess I'll never catch them. I'll just have to make an effort not to sleep too long.

P.S. Does anyone know how to indent the paragraphs on here? :[

"They misspelled 'Caroline.'"

Some part of my brain knows I should save up some money for the next few movies. I'll just have to stop buying food and stuff like that...

The Watchmen
- Looks like a movie that should be seen on a big screen with surround sound and the plot sounds interesting too. My friend Evan and I stood one day staring at the poster in the theatre hallway, trying to figure out where these two shadows were coming from. They were like in an alley, but the light was shining from directly above them. I say 'them' because we believe it was two people.... but anway!

Coraline
- At first glance it seemed overhyped, but the trailer just wowed me. It's all dark and spooky in that innocent sort of way. Plus, 3D glasses always equals fun! Still, I can wait to see it.

Revolutionary Road
- This however, I can't wait to see! The way the setting and the music and the underlying, sort of hidden suburban turmoil just sort of blend is looking increasingly rewarding. Evan said that by now he's sick of DiCaprio's face, but I don't really hold those movies against him. I think he can pull it off. I just don't want to get too excited in case it turns out to be dissapointing.

Hollow Head Peak

I should feel bad for not keeping up with blogs.
*creepy announcer person voice* but being bad just feels sooo gooddd...

Really, I've just been tired. All the time. You can't tell because I'm sneaky.
Oh, what have you been doing? Why are you so tired?
Is what they would ask if there were anyone there.

Honestly, I can't remember where I've been. It takes too much effort to remember. People say I've gone to school and gone home and gone back and came back home and I just believe them. They all seem very trustworthy. Upright gentlemen.

Thanks for reading. I think I'll have a muffin tomorrow and keep it all to myself.

"The truth is.. you won the staring contest. I lied and I blinked. You just didn't see it because I have very fast blinking skills. I just did it again did you see it? Of course you didn't, I'm that good."