RABBIT!! RABBIT!!

Ah...another end to another month. Why is September so important? Thats right kiddies...it marks the beginning if the fall season. New fashions and new attitudes are in the air, and quite frankly...I DON"T CARE!!! WOO HOO!!! I wear what I feel like wearing. I have the attitude that suits me best. But in all seriousness, this month was pretty cool. I found some potential love interests this month. October begins a new chance to try some of them out. I feel really confident in some of them. But hey, we'll see. Speaking of a new month, did you know that if the first words out of your mouth when you wake up on the first of the month are rabbit rabbit, you will have good luck for the rest of the month. Isn't that crazy? Call it a coincidence (or call me an idiot) but I do it, and it works all the time. THE RABBIT NEVER FAILS!!! Can't wait to see what this month unfolds. Until next time errbody. Sweet dreams and happy October. Remember...RABBIT RABBIT!!!

Girls Lie Too

I just got home and I was listenin to the radio. I stopped on B100 and that Terri Clark song was on, you know "Girls Lie Too". I was listening to the song and for some reason I began to think into it way deeper than it should. I thought to myself, Terri Clark's a girl and she singing a song saying that they lie. So I came to the conclusion that, THAT SONG IS A LIE!!!! I finally figured it out, almost every lyric of that song is a lie. I can prove it. Here's the lyrics...

So she can't go out tonight again
Her sister's sick, she's gotta baby-sit
Yeah, that sounds like a pretty good excuse
Now you didn't hear any of this from me
But things aren't always what they seem
Brace yourself, this may come as a shock to you

[Chorus]
Girls lie, too
We don't care how much money you make
What you drive or what you weigh
Size don't matter anyway
Girls lie, too
Don't think you're the only ones
Who bend it, break it, stretch it some
We learn from you
Girls lie, too

We can't wait to hear about your round of golf
We love to see deer heads hanging on the wall
And we like Hooter's for their hotwings too
Other guys never cross our minds
We don't wonder what it might be like
How could it be any better than it is with you

[Repeat Chorus]

Yeah, girls lie, too
We always forgive and forget
The cards and flowers you never sent
Will never be brought up again
Girls lie, too
Old gray sweatpants turn us on
We like your friends and we love your mom
And that's the truth
Girls lie, too
Yeah that's the truth
Girls lie, too

No, we don't care how much hair you have
Yeah, that looks good
Comb it over like that

Lets break that down here real quick. About the only thing true in this song is the begining. You know were shes talkin about the baby sitting and crap. Then she said this may come as a shock to you. Uh...No. Of course girls lie. I haven't met a single chick who hasn't lied at some point in their life. My ass its a shock. Moving on, girls DO care about how much money you make, what you drive, and what you weigh. I've seen the snobiest girls go for the rich guy over the not so rich. The ladies love guys who have a kick ass car or a big truck. If I could, I'd get the car or a small truck. A big truck means you're tryin to hide something. A small Mr. Winkus perhaps... And I'm pretty sure that if you put a bunch of fat guys in a room with Brad Pitt, Orlando Bloom, and peeps like that, the fat guys would not win. Yea guys know we aren't the only ones who lie, but they don't learn it from us, they learn it from television and other girls. Those liars. They could give a shit about your round of golf, if they saw deer heads hanging on the wall they think you're a heartless animal murderer. They'd think you kill little cute animals for no reason. Maybe...Maybe they go to Hooter's for the hot wings, or they are lesbians and they want to see some big boobie cleavage. And I'll be damned if they don't think about other guys. They like to think about what it would be like if they could be with someone else. Then the lying chorus comes back. They don't always forgive and forget the cards and flowers you never send. It eats away at them like a parasite. If they see some other girl get flowers, it makes them think how much of an asshole you are for not getting her any. They think fat guys where sweat pants. They despise most of your friends and they think your mom is trying to evaluate them with some sort of unorthodox non-existent test. Finally, they love hair. On your head that is. Balding guys cant hold a candlestick to a guy who has a freakin mane or wavy hair. They think people with comb overs are either big dorks or old guys. So in light, this song has opened my eyes to the fact that girls are bigger liars than this song wants you to think. Terri Clark was tricky in the way she made the song, but I'm on to her little game. Oh, girls indeed lie too. ALL LIES!!! Aren't songs these days just crazy?

Happy Birthday

Today was Maria's birthday. I knew her birthday was coming up, because Matt was making this bus for her American Girl dolls. The bus turned out very nice by the way. High quality craftsmanship on that bad boy. Anywho, I woke up this morning at like 11:30, not sure what time I fell asleep. Thats the thing with insomnia, you never know when you fall asleep if you even do. I woke up and I was lookin around like WTFM? I got up and ran a mile around the neighborhood. Its what I do every Sunday. I should probably do it everyday, but I can never find sufficient time. So, I just diddled around on my guitar for a while and watched tv. Around 3 I started getting really bored, so I called Ryan to see what he was up to. This is when he was like, yea its Maria's birthday come on over. So I get in the shower and right as I'm heading out the door my dad stops me and tells me to cut the grass. What the hell is up with that? I'm going to tell him to cut the grass the next time he gets in the shower and goes to a party. That takes me like an hour and some change, have to get back in the shower and head to Martin's for some supplies. It was like a birthday for everyone in a way. I got Ryan some gum, Lauren some cheetos (which I still need to give to her), and I got Maria a birthday card with $20. Its not much, but it was all I had on me. I get there, and everyone's gone. I was like damn, I feel like an idiot. But as always, Mr. and Mrs. D delightfully let me in and serve me some food. There was food all around me, I felt like some sort of king. They had a little tray full of salad toppings, OH HO HO, I loved it. Salad is so kick ass. Who knew ruffage was so good? I gave Maria her card and wished her a happy birthday. Then she whipped out her purse that she got and showed me a flashing pin that said "Kiss me its my birthday" so I grabbed her head and planted a happy birthday kiss on her forehead (AWWWWWWW). Then the guys finally got back from Buyco. We just played Def Jam for a while and then Matt went home, don't know why. So me, Tusi, and Ryan hung out in his room and messed around with his hats. Don't ask me where the kid gets half the crap he owns. I borrowed one of the hats. It looks good on me. I might buy it from Ryan, I mean I really like this hat. Its complimenting on me. Then out of no where I ask Ryan if he has all of his comics done for Economics. Chris barges in and says "Oh Shit". His are due tomorrow 1st block and he doesnt have any. He starts freakin out, so we go to Martin's to five finger discount some newspapers. Not a single one had economic cartoons in it. He called some people to see if they had any extra. He called Juhy, Angie, and Chris. It was funny cause all these ring tines kept going off on his phone. Some techno song came on when Juhy called. Chris didnt know what was goin on. I guess Lauren messed with all of his tones. He didn't like that too much. Anyway, none of them had any, as a last resort we went to Cole's house. This is the first time I've ever been there, and his house is HUGE!!!! That is the coolest house I have ever been in around here. By the end of this whole adventure, he got all his cartoons. We went back to Ryan's and played Halo with his dad for like and hour. Now here I am, writing in my blog and getting ready to lay down and try to go to sleep. All in all, it was a pretty good day. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!!!! Sweet dreams peeps.

Hey...You Got Something On Your Face

Just thought I would finish up the rest of the day, wouldn't want to leave my thoughts on the day just half done. Yea so get this, after school I went to take Paul and Lauren home. Dropped Paul off and Lauren had a craving for flamin' hot cheetos. She needs to get that checked out, its not healthy. She's addicted to those things like its a new type of hot drug. Maybe it is, you never know. They were two for $4 so I bought a bag for myself. I gave into the peer pressure. Like the whole time from Martin's to her house she was eating my bag. I didn't even notice, she tricky. Tricky as a box of monkeys. So I got there, and just chilled for a while. I had to wait for Matt to get done painting his hand crafted bus. He got that done and me, him, and Dan headed over to Brian's house for some volleyball action. It was fun as always. We laughed, we cried, I gave it a 9. From there I headed home to put on my face paint. This didn't take me nearly as long as I thought it would. It only took about 25 minutes. All night at the Penn game people were saying stuff about my face. They said I looked like Ultimate Warrior, Wolverine, and Gene Simmons. This would be great and all, only I'm not a wrestler, a super hero, or a rock star. Maybe that could be a future career choice though. I don't know any other wrestling super hero rock stars. I think its fun though. People ask me why I paint my face, I really don't know. Why not? Its my last year in high school, I might as well go out by making an ass of myself and making some new friends along the way. Get this, I was talking to a group of friends when out of no where some guy jumps on my shoulders and just sits up there. I was like WTF mate? He started talkin and I found out the mystery jumper was Greg. I started walking around with him on my shoulders, somehow I made my way up into the student section. Man was that a hell of a time. I think I got face paint on a lot of people, they aren't going to be happy when they get home and have a little blob spot from my face on them. I walked around with Greg for like a half hour. By the time he got down, my shoulders were on fire. That was one hell of a workout though, I can tell you that. Being the gentleman that he is he got me a bottle of water. Amazingly this whole time none of my face paint dripped. I won't lie, I was sweatin like crazy. Its not easy walking around with people on your shoulders. Then I went to Steak n' Shake and had some supper with Dr. Pat. And guess who I see there, Juhy. All today, I saw her in the weirdest places. I saw her in the hallway like thrice. I passed her on Capital taking Lauren and Paul home. I saw her at the game. Then BAM...Steak N' Shake. She's gonna think I'm stalking her. Maybe she's stalking me (that would be super). Then Matt being the open minded guy that he is "You guys should get together for a date some time". Thank you Dr. Ruth. Maybe he's right though, why not? Never thought about Juhy that way, maybe I should. She's cute and she's cool. I don't know, only time will tell. And on that note, I leave you all with a smile on my face. Gotta go to bed now and wake up for work at 6. WOO-HOO!!!! I happily wander off into the night with a warm heart and full tummy. Sweet dreams y'all.

Killin Time

This is kind of gay, in a good sort of way. Just sittin here in class with nothing to do. I just got done doing a lab in CNS. We had those ISTEP days so we're further ahead in notes than the other classes. So Wiseman told us to just get the lab done and we have the rest of the time to do whatever. That's cool because now I don't have to do anything, but its dumb cause I have nothing to do. I do have a quiz in Astronomy I could be studying for, but then that would classify as work. Plus I'm to lazy to roll from the computer back here to my desk at the front of the room. I don't even walk around in this classroom, I just grab a chair and roll everywhere. Thats the benefit from being in this class. I can do almost whatever I want and Wiseman's alright with it. I have had Wiseman as my teacher all four years of my high school career. Freshman year I was in his Electricity class, sophomore year I took Electronics, last year I took Digital Electronics and I was his student assistant. Now I'm just sittin here in CNS eating a Chewy bar and writing in my blog. I feel like I own this room. Ah....feels so good to be cool.
Its only been half of the day and there is already so much crap that has happened. Got here this morning and sat in Schermalerm's class for what always seems like approximately 3 days (give or take 2 days and a couple of hours). Don't get me wrong, he's one of the nicest old guys I've seen. He's just so gooney and boring. He always talks with his hands too. I think he has the same problem that Dan does, only worse. I bet if we tied his hands together too, he wouldn't be able to talk. All we did was talk about some packets which we talked about for the last three class periods. I didn't even bring my stuff. I did what I always do in there, just sat and nodded my head like I was paying attention and caring. That class has cool people in it though, so it makes up for it. IED nothing special happened, just talked about the Penn game with Andrew and looked forward to some tail gating tonight. Yup, gonna paint my face as always. This time I think I'm goin with a modified Gene Simmons style of design. I'll look badass as usual. Got all my .idw's done and just sat back for a while. Helped Whitney a little bit, and made fun of her at the same time, she knows I'm playin though. Much love. And that brought me here. Lookin forward to some volleyball action after school. BH2 is going to annihilate all. Unless Dan comes, in which case Team Minkus all the way. Thought I had to go into work today, don't have to. That is very dece. So now I can v-ball it up, paint my face, and go raise hell at the game. Probably make my way to Steak n' Shake afterwards. Ah sounds like one of those nights. Wait till tomorrow and I'll wake up in some stranger's house with no pants on and a Steak n' Shake hat on. Never too late to have a little fun. I'm gonna go study for that quiz now, till next time peeps.

Asshole Tax

Alrighty then. As I promised, in this post I'm going to explain the denomonations of asshole tax. Now mind you, these aren't the actual standards(if they really exist) this is just the system I go by. First off, let us define what asshole and tax are.

• Asshole- Insulting term of address for people who are stupid, irritating, or ridiculous.
• Tax- A contribution for the support of a government required of persons, groups, or businesses within the domain of that government.

Now that we have established a firm meaning of the terms, let me explain how they go together. I tax someone when they are an asshole to me. Makes sense right? Its a fairly simple concept. Anyone can use it. What can you take as tax you ask? You can take just about anything. It can be something small, it can be something big. It can be called tax because you are a person of the government, whether you like it or not. So when you collect asshole tax on someone, not only are you getting retribution for them being an asshole, but you are also gaining whatever you tax them...(whether it be money, property, babies (hehe), etc.) (But no really don't take babies...thats just cruel...it'll scar them for life) I'm rambling. You see how easy it is. The greatest thing is, there is more than one way to do it. We've already been over normal asshole tax, let me explain the other ones.

• Pay-It-Forward Asshole Tax- Now, this tax shares the same concept of the movie Pay-It-Forward. This method works like so...If you take tax from some asshole, and then he turns around and takes tax from some other asshole...BADA BING BADA BOOM instant pay-it-forwardness. This will always work, the world is a never ending chain of assholes. Even you.
• Not So Asshole Tax- Not so asshole tax is just fun to do. This happens when you know someone has been an asshole, but not at the particular moment that you choose to tax them. They can be the nicest person in the world at the time, but its ok you can tax them anyway. If they ask why, just tell them that when they were being an asshole, they didn't have anything you wanted. Its a delayed taxation.
• "You're The Asshole" Asshole Tax- This is just stupid. This can also be classified as kleptomania. This is when you take shit for no reason. You don't know why you just do. Hence by doing this, you are an asshole.
• Vengeance Asshole Tax- This is the one that comes back to bite you in the ass if you're not careful. Just because you tax someone, don't think that they're not going to try and find an opportunity to do it back to you. Be careful which asshole you tax, for you never know when they are going to be an asshole and do it back to you.

I think that's pretty much it. Now that I have shared my philosophy on taxing assholes, I can go on and talk about some other stuff. But thats for another post. Probably later tonight. Feel free to share this with your economics teacher. He/She will be enlightened...or think you're an asshole. Until next time, collect carefully.

You're Not A Pirate

Today turned out to be pretty dece. The sophomores had ISTEP to take, so I didn't have to go into school until 11:48. It was a perfect opportunity to sleep in...wait thats right I can't use that right. I fell asleep around 3:30 last night and woke up at like 5. Then I just watched TV and some movies for a while. I listened to the radio too. I just layed on my fouton and killed time. I was wandering around the house just tryin to find something to do when I found my tye dye Treasure Island bandana. I grabbed it this morning when I was getting dressed. To my surprise, Matt, Dan, and Ryan stopped by to see what I was doing. They just said to meet them at Subway. Nope. There was no time. They said whatever and just went on their merry way...except Ryan. He hung around and waited for me to get dressed. As I was leaving I grabbed the bandana and headed out the door. Ryan said, "What are you some sort of pirate?" I said "What makes you think I'm not?". His response was simply, "You're not a pirate." I can be whatever the hell I want to be Fettucini Alfredo. Yea, I went there. What are you gonna do around that Ryan? No anyway I like that bandana, I'm gonna start wearin it more often. It makes me feel like a pirate. Plus it fits with all the crap I've been doing. Mainly petty thievery, as I like to consider it...asshole tax. I'll explain denomonations of that on the next post. Until then, get some sleep everybody. ARG!! (Now All I Need Is A Cool Pet Like A Parrot or a Monkey...or a Chinchilla)

Startled And Enlightened

Alright, its been a couple of days since I last wrote. A lot of fun stuff happened, but I have to ignore that for right now. Last night I finally got some well deserved sleep. Now don't get me wrong, it wasn't the greatest thing, but it was the best I had in a while. I got about five hours of sleep. It probably could've been more if it wasn't for this nightmare. At first I thought it was a dream, maybe it was. Whichever it was, I know its going to keep me awake tonight. It was the most terrifying distressful image I have ever had. In this so called dream, I am walking down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway is a giant empty room. Just outside the room is a podium with a picture of Jesus on a cross. On the podium is an empty book with a pen next to it. Immediately I realize I am in a funeral home. This makes me very nervous and confused. I walk into the room, no one is there. I gaze further in and see a closed casket sitting at the end of the room. Slowly and cautiously I walk up to it. My hands are clenched in hesitation as I grab the lid and open it. I am shocked and trapped in disbelief as I look to see who is inside. Talking about it now makes me startled and chilled. I looked in and gazed at the limp lifeless body of...myself. I quickly shut the lid and close my eyes. Thinking it can't be true, I open it again, its still me. This made me start asking myself questions. How did this happen? Why did it happen? The thing that shocked me the most, however, was the fact that no one was there. I went and checked the book again to see if maybe someone had signed it. There wasn't a single signature. I walked back to myself. I gazed in awe and noticed that there was a single flower laying on my chest. I pick up the flower and noticed there was a note attached. I read it, and I began to cry. This is what was so startling, in this dream, only one person cared that I had died. Besides myself only one other person cared. It makes me cry now if I think about it. It is very ironic. I don't know what the dream meant, but it makes me feel scared and safe at the same time. Most of you would call it a nightmare, but if you knew who the letter was from you would know why I call it a dream. A single flower for my dying soul, one person cared. I say its ironic because the one person who cared about me in my dream is the one I care for in real life. Its funny, when people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead if just waiting for their turn to speak. I read somewhere that when you die in your dream it is symbolic of a new phase of your life beginning. We'll see...only time will tell.

Slackin On The Job

Woah...looks like I've missed a couple of days. Yup...Yup. Just been chillin around, not much happenin. Nothing to exciting has happened in the past couple of days, just gay school followed by some even gayer work. You know how it works. Just been playin the guitar trying to kill time. I've got 'Stay Together For The Kids' down like a mad man. Thats like the only song I've been playing, practice makes perfect right? Wonderin how my car keys are doin right now. I locked them in Sean's trunk when he was showing me his kitanas. That was a pretty douche move on my part. So Dan drove me home to go get my spare keys. God bless that child. I was suppose to take Lauren home, she asked. So she ended up goin on this little pardookie with us. In the end I did end up taking her home, it was nice, I always enjoy her company. Then I was a half hour late for work, haul ass there, and find out I don't even need to work today. That was pretty dece. So I just came home did some homework and watched Donnie Darko and Fight Club. I could watch those movie a million times, I love them both. Everytime I watch Fight Club though, I get the feeling that I need to go out and beat the hell out of somebody. I watch Donnie Darko and I feel like wanting to hug and hold somebody. It was pretty weird watchin em back to back. Suppose to go to Wings tomorrow with a bunch of people, but thats still on the fence. I think its gonna happen, but can't be 100% certain. Of course another football game on Friday. Just another opportunity for me to put on more face paint and parade like an idiot. I'm so good at it too. Maybe if I play my cards right, I'll find some more hot girls to talk to me like they did last week. I don't know what it is about the face paint, but its workin. Gotta keep the mojo flowin. Maybe if I put a paper bag over my head it would have the same effect...wait a minute. Life's only fun when you can insult yourself. But no really, I'm a stud muffin. Alright, I picked up enough slack for a couple of days. I'll post again whenever I feel like its needed. Till next time biotches.

I Wish I May, I Wish I Might

The weirdest thing happened last night. It was a major coincidence, or was it? Ryan was taking me home from his house, on the way there i told him to open the sunroof. He asked me why, I said I wanted to look up at the night sky. He said I was starting to sound like Mr. Klinger. I told him thats not true, I've always marveled at the stars. Thats why I think Mr. Klinger is so cool, he thinks the same way I do. I was looking up and Ryan called me a fruit cake. I didn't care. I just kept lookin. We got to my house and Ryan said see you tomorrow Horwarth. I go in the house and let Cozmo out to go take a pee. I go outside with him and figure what the hell? I'll look up a little longer. You don't know how long these clear nights are gonna last. So I let my eyes adjust to the light. The more and more I look, the more stars I can see. What I was going to make into a simple glance turned out to be a 20 minute gaze. I was lost in the sky. I looked down and took one last look up. At that moment, a star just shot across the sky. It was the first shooting star I have ever seen. It was amazing. I made the best of it and made a wish. Some people might think thats gay to wish upon a shooting star, but once again, I don't care what other people think. Can't tell anyone what I wished for though, or else it won't come true. I thought it was really creepy, because I thought really deep into this. I've been having a lot of trouble with myself lately. I've prayed to God to help me out. I just thought it was weird because I prayed while I was looking up. This might sound dumb, but I said just let me know if it will get better, let me know if I'll fill this void in my heart. Thats when the star fell. We'll see if fate can point its finger at me for a while. Hey, if you ever see a shooting star, make a wish on it. It may be sad that a star has just died, but when something dies, another is born. Things like these remind me that the world truly can be a beautiful place. Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight...sweet dreams everybody.

Remembering...

Those innocents who lost their lives this date 3 years ago and their families as they look back to that horrible day. Remembering the brave men & women of our armed forces who have died since and those who continue to fight in the name of freedom and this country. May God bless! We will never forget. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. What happened on 9/11 was a tragedy to all. In the end, it brought us closer than we have ever been before in our lives. So everybody, I'm going to leave you with this. Don't take life for granted, you never know when someone you love is going to be taken from you. Everyday, we all live by the fickle finger of fate and God's grace. Let us pray that he graces us everyday and forever. Let us pray for our families and the families of those who have been lost. We will never forget that day...

America the Beautiful
America the great
If this is true
Why was this our fate?
Was it something we did?
Was it something we said?
Even if so
Do all those people deserve to be dead?
We are going through horror
We are going through pain
Yet we are not to worry
For justice we shall gain
We must pray and stick together
Pray and be strong
Finding the one responsible will not take too long
And when we do find them
We will make them pay
And that my brothers and sisters
Will be the most glorious day!

Time To Move On

"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything."
- From the movie Fight Club

There are so many good quotes from Fight Club, I could use them all day. Aside from Donnie Darko, this has to be my 2nd favorite movie. Let me start off by saying that today is the day that I change, for the better. It all started after school. I went to Brian's house to play some volleyball, get practice and conditioning out of the way. That gives me my workout for the day. Just playing makes me realize how much fun I can have just being myself. When I'm playing, I don't even care about winning or losing. As long as I'm making the other guys laugh, I'm doin my job. Makes me feel great when I'm with those guys. Then I drove home to put on my face paint for the football game. I looked like I was gettin ready for war Braveheart style. My face was all black with a yellow cross going down my face and under my eyes, my goatee was all gold too. I drive to the game, and people I don't even know are saying awesome and givin me high fives and some props for spirit. It made me feel really confident and comfortable with myself. What really changed my night though, was seein Lauren and Paul together. I was happy already, but this is where my quote comes in. To me, she was my everything. I don't know if she realized it or not, I don't know if she cared. But, she's happy with Paul, which makes me happy for her. It hurts like hell though, everyday, the hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love somebody else. I lost everything that I tried to hold on to, I didn't try hard enough. I've finally decided to move on, let it go. I don't care anymore. I freed myself, now I can do anything. I'm gonna make things better for myself, letting go was the first step to happiness. Step two, is conquering this goddam insomnia. I am trying to fight it the best I can. Its hard to do. I have motivation now though. Just the thought of dreaming makes me want to sleep. Maybe my dreams have moved on too, only time will tell. This is all about making me happy, cause right now, I'm not. I should be, but something doesn't feel right to me. I'm trying to find whats missing, why I feel empty. Some people are born with tragedy in their blood. I hope I'm not gonna regret the decision I'm making, that's the last thing I need in my life is more regrets raining over my head. It just makes me wonder what if you could go back in time, and take all those hours of pain and darkness and replace them with something better? I feel now I can finally get some rest. For I am Jack's dreams, I am Jack's hopes, I am Jack's broken heart.

Commando Volleyball

I do believe I had a revelation today. I think I'm gonna go out for the volleyball team in March. I knew it was gonna be a crazy day as soon as I woke up this morning. Alright so last night was the Powderpuff game, and I had my face painted and all that good stuff. Well I layed down on my fouton, and I don't even remember it, but I fell asleep. I wake up around 4:30 and find all this black and gold paint all over my pillow. Shit. Now I have to wash it. So I meander over to the bathroom and shower myself for the day. I get out and look in the mirror to fins that all evidence of paint is gone...except around my eyes. It looked like I had eye liner on. I could've washed it off but I thought what the hell? It woud look good with the toga. Which I think it did. I was getting complimented by the ladies left and right. "It really brings out the color in your eyes." I'll have to find reasons to wear makeup more often. And no, I'm not a crossdresser (I don't think so at least). Anyway, walkin around sportin my toga all day, when I get to homeroom. I think the funniest thing all day happened in homeroom. Lee Wisler had a toga and a wooden sword. He wouldn't let anyone touch it. Now mind you, Lee and I are tight, he's a pimp. If you read this Lee, you are a pimp. He was going down to pick up the class T-shirts when I said to Aaron Wood " Watch this". I grabbed Lee's sword out of his belt and he freaked out and jumped up in the air. Now when he did this, he hit the wall and jammed the sword into his own stomach. It was priceless. I knew he would freak out. If I do anything really fast he thinks I'm gonna kill him. He thinks I'm gonna like Taekwondo his his ass. Not a chance, its just fun using it to his disadvantage. Then I get a resource pass to Langfeldt's so I can finish some sketches. I'm the only person his room. He wasn't even there, he had some meeting to go to. So I'm just chillin and drawing when I hear a girl say, Brandon??? I turn around, BAM...its Whitney. She was like what are you doin here? Just getting ahead of the class. She had to finish her messed up cover page. She specifically told Langfeldt to be there, which he wasn't. So doing my good deed for the day, I gave her a hand. She asked me if I was wearing underwear under my toga. Its commando Thursday...course not. The breeze was nice. I helped her out and then moved on to Discrete Math. What a class. I swear it is the easiest class I will ever take in my life. This is where Brian asked me to come play volleyball. Of course I'm gonna play, why wouldn't I? I'm desce at v-ball. I serve like a mad man. But i'm getting ahead of myself. Before I played, I went to A&W. Just chilled with the normal crowd. Ian, Carrie, Lauren, Susie, Ryan, and Matt. Those little kleptomaniacs took my keys and played mind games with me. It was good times as always. I had some beer and drove to Brian's house. (don't drink and drive.) The only people there were Brian, Greg, Kurt, and Whitney. (Not Cullen) I got into the mix and we started playin some hardcore volleyballage. Now, I'm still in my toga, so is Greg. We are both naked underneath, praying to God that we don't slip out or fall down. We played some games switchin up teams. Then Whitney and Greg left. So, we started unicycling until William got home. He finally came over and we had some mad games goin on. Somewhere down the line, I put my boxers on and just played in those. It ended up being me, William, and Kurt in our boxers. Brian was the only one clothed. It made for some good times. That's when Whitney came back. She was like OMG!!! She loved it. They told me they were gonna try out for the volleyball team. I said hell me too. Might as well, last year at Penn and its fun. We play every Thursday. So if you're good and want to come sometime, let me know. We need some practice and fun in our lives. BUMP, SET, SPIKE ITS GOOD!!! I WIN 1-0!!! Until next game, good luck everybody.

SENIORS RULE!!!

So not ask me how, but somehow the seniors managed to win Powderpuff. I honestly didn't think we had a chance. There's one thing I have to do, Lauren, I told you so...IN YOUR FACE!!! I told you the sophomores were goin down, but you wouldn't listen. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Patterson and they were like "Brandon, good lord I didn't recognize you." Thats right, they face paint always works. My face was all black and I had a gold 0 around my right eye and a gold 5 around my left. I had my goatee gold too. I looked so badass. I have some left over too. I'm gonna paint it up more often. I looked like I was actually ready to play it was tight. Thats all I have to say, gotta make my toga for tomorrow. TOGA TOGA TOGA!!! I got spirit yes I do, I got spirit, how bout you?

OMG!!! When Will It End?

Insomnia is like a form of excrutiating pain...does anybody agree with me? it's like, a mental pain. it drives me insane, seriously. I just want somebody to kill me right now...not really but its that bad. I don't know how much longer I can take this crap. I can tell already that I'm gonna be up all night again. Just watchin tv and writing poems. Its the worst thing in the entire world. If you could see what goes on in my mind when I try to sleep, I think most of you would get lost in my thoughts. I just need to make it stop, I need some freakin sleep. Its been two days without it now, its startin to get to me. If you have any suggestions or want to rock me to sleep (thats a joke)...(unless you're a really hot girl) please let me know. I need some sleep. Sweet dreams, again.

Tired Of Being Tired

"When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep, and you're never really awake."
- From the movie Fight Club

I am so tired of insomnia. I am fatigued out of my mind and I can't stop it. Unless you have it, you don't know how much it sucks. Sure I get sleep now and then, but its only for hours on end when I do. I can't sleep because I'm up all night just thinking. Thinking about life, love, and the future. It may sound stupid, but it keeps me awake. When I was growing up it just seemed normal, and why wouldn't it? It was all I knew and I just thought that is how things were. It was only when I started sleeping over at other people's houses as a kid that I realised that not everyone lay awake for hours. In fact many people fall asleep as soon as they hit the pillow.

Insomnia is a funny thing. Funny peculiar anyway, certainly not funny ha ha. You never know when its gonna be bad or really bad. Thats the thing with insomnia, its never good. Especially during school. You're so tired that you can't do anything. Too tired to think, too tired to speak, just tired of everything. I just long for some sleep. In fact I even wonder if I have insomnia at all. Maybe I just don't need any sleep?

In case you're even remotely interested or have similar experiences you want to share, come spend a month in my bed. A little self-indulgent, maybe, but I think it might be interesting for some of you to know what it's like. I feel like I need to be rocked to sleep. I think it's the closest thing to hell on Earth. The worst part is, I can't dream. When I get sleep, I have the most beautiful dreams of a beach, and the ocean, and the girl I love. Maybe that's why I can't sleep. Maybe having something so beautiful and real in a dream, I wake and its not there. I hold her hand in my dreams, then I reach for it when I wake, its not there. Maybe one day I'll reach for it and it will be there. I pray to God it will. Maybe that will help me sleep. I know its only about 5 o'clock, but sweet dreams everybody...I know mine can be. Get some sleep...for my sake.

A Lot To Be Said

Ah yes, what's a better way to start off the week than with a break from school? Before I get to that, there's a lot of stuff that happened over the weekend that I failed to shed some light on. Lets start by going back to Saturday night. After my whole encounter with generosity at Martin's, I got a little phone call from Ryan. Now I just got done eating supper, mind you, when he asked me if I wanted to go to Wings. I told him I just ate, and he was like oh...ok. Just because I ate doesn't mean I'm not gonna go, why pass up a good time? Ryan comes to pick me up around 7ish. We didn't have to be to Wings until 8 so we moseyed on over to Best Buy for a while. On the way there, Matt asked Ryan to stop by Menards. To quote Ryan, "Why the hell would I go to Menards?" He wanted to see if they had lumber. Now I'm in the back seat thinking to myself, "No they don't have any, they ran out of lumber completely. No joke, its a crisis, the entire lumber yard...EMPTY!!!!" He probably just wanted to see if they had the kind he needed, I was just giving him a hard time about it. I told him to just look from the road and you could see the lumber yard, and sure enough, there was wood in there. Don't ask me what he needs it for, I have no clue. Back Best Buy, I still have my cash from my check, but I didn't want to buy anything, at least not yet. I wanted to wait until Sunday when they had sales on stuff, some may call it cheap, I call it strategy. So I just wandered around for an hour and watched Matt and Ryan play NCAA Football 2005. I was watchin them play when out of no where, its Paul. I was like hey whats up man? He was like hey not much. I was like thats cool. Matt was like OMG!! its Paul, go away. Alright I'm gonna stop with the whole like thing, its startin to bug me. Anyway Matt kept tellin Paul like what do you want and go away, sarcastically. He called us mean. See thats what I get, I say hi to Lauren's boyfriend and he calls me mean. Why? I don't understand. So, Paul left and we headed over to Wingies. Just killed some time there playin Need For Speed until Chris, Jessica, and Chris showed up. The hostess at the front door was kinda hot. I thought she was at least. She asked us if we were 21, Matt said do we look like it? She said some people think I do. Matt said you look like you're 18, she said 17. The whole time I'm thinkin, why hello...But, that never happened. Just had a good time eating and joking around, talkin about the Scherminator. Then about halfway through our meal this kid gets up, I don't even think he ate anything, and he starts playing that Airplane game they have there. He was louder than shit and he was playing it like if he kept playing he was gonna win something. He was at it for like an hour. He would beat a level and then start doin the cabbage patch. Dear lord child, I wanted to go unplug the machine and dance the cabbage patch right in front of his face. C. Patch that you pud muffin. We finally got done and called it a night. That wraps up Saturday.

Don't worry, there's nothing really important to talk about Sunday. Those sales I was waiting for, oh yea. I bought 4 dvds, 3 cds, and video game all under 80 bucks. I bought Formula 51, Don't Say A Word, From Hell, and Donnie Darko. CD's, I bought blink-182, Nickleback, and Guns N' Roses. The game is Red Dead Revolver and it kicks ass, Rockstar never fails to produce great quality games. So I just listened to my CD's, played my game, and watched Don't Say A Word. That's Sunday in a bag.

Woke up today to a ginormous breakfast. Yes, I said ginormous. My mom woke me up and said that MY DAD made breakfast, she told me to wake up then I could go back to bed. She kissed me on the head and left (awwwww). I'm a momma's boy, and I have no shame in being so. I go downstairs and see sausage, eggs, toast, waffles, and bacon. It was absolutely delish. If I could, I'd eat it again. I ate and went back upstairs to watch Donnie Darko. Now, I highly recommend this movie. It is very, very good. It's sad though, that's the only thing. I won't lie, it gets me teared up. I'll tell you why. Scroll down to END if you don't want the movie ruined.

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Alright here's the plot, Its October 1988 and small town USA is about to witness the end of the world. Its home to Donnie Darko, a brilliant but troubled teenager, plagued by terrifying visions which he alone knows the meaning of. With his class mate and soul mate Gretchen and a mysterious ex teacher, nicknamed Grandma Death, he must unravel the strange occurrences affecting his school, his home, and his life before a horrifying spectre known only as "Frank" leads Donnie to the edge of his sanity. Now whats so sad about this movie, is watching Donnie and Gretchen fall in love, and then what happens in the end. Alright here comes the movie spoiler so if you don't want to know, skip down. Donnie, believes that Frank is just an imaginary being only to find out that he does indeed exist in reality. Frank accidentally runs over Gretchen, and in conciquence, Donnie shoots and kills him. Its really hard to explain what happens after that, you have to se the movie to get a real grasp of the meaning. The point is, Donnie is given the chance to control fate. He was suppose to die when the jet engine fell through his roof in the beginning of the movie, but he went sleep walking with the guidance of Frank. Donnie finds out that if he hadn't died when the engine fell through his house, his family and his soulmate Gretchen would die instead. In the end, he chooses to die and let them live. That is what's so sad. The whole movie you see how much Gretchen and Donnie love eachother, and in the end she hadn't met him yet, and had no idea who he was. She had no idea that her soul mate was dead right in front of her eyes. I guess it shows that our significant other is always there, its just we never know who they really are, sometimes we never will. Its one of my favorite movies though, by far.

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Thats pretty much it, I'm suppose to film with Matt today, but I don't know if that's going to happen. I also have to go to Ryan's and do some Econ homework. But right now, I have to go cut the grass. Ah, Labor Day, a break from school but not from responsibility. HAPPY LABOR DAY EVERYBODY!!!!

Better To Give Than To Receive

I never realized how much of a trusting and caring person I am until today. Check this out, my dad wanted me to run to Martin's to get some stuff for dinner. So, I've got my basket on my arm and I'm waiting in the express lane when I notice the kid in front of me. He looked like he was about 12ish. He was buying two cases of Coke and a pack of gum. The cashier told him that it was a total of $10.31, then the kid got a big frown on his face and said "That's ok, I don't need the gum" I mean he looked really disappointed. This is when my concious kicked in and I was like what the hell? I mean for god sakes I'm in a grocery store with $300 in my pocket. I think I can spare a dollar. So I tap the kid on the shoulder and say "Here you go, keep the gum" He got this big smile and looked at me like I was some sort of savior. He thanked me like 5 times. I mean it was just some gum. He left with a huge smile on his face. I put my stuff on the counter and the cashier said "That was really nice what you just did". I stopped and thought about it, "Yea...I guess it was wasn't it?" That was the end of my trip at Martin's. It just made me feel good that something that seems so small and meaningless can make such and impact on someone else. That made my day, because sometimes I feel like when I do those small things for the ones I love, it doesn't make any difference. Sometimes I feel like people don't take things I do or say to heart. I almost began to give up on being nice. All I did for love, was from my heart and I meant it. I felt that people just don't care if you're nice or not. It makes me feel weird that the one's I say I love, ignore me caring, yet total strangers pray for someone that cares as much I as do. So, hope you got a good lesson out of that story. Just remember you can never give too much, if you mean it. Sweet dreams everybody.

Guess Which Movie Hero I Am?

I took this quiz and look at what my result was...the ending is so accurate.

Meant To Be?

So have you ever had a feeling that somethings were just meant to be; but then something else happens and that completely ruins that thing that was meant to be. But you're so sure that it will all work out in the end that all you can do is wait and play it cool until that thing that was meant to be works itself out. So here I am waiting for it to all work out in the end.

Labor Day Weekend Sales!!!

Now, this doesn't really count much as a post. But why not put it up anyway? Finally got my paycheck for workin at NAPA three weeks ago, I only worked five days and I got $314.31 I don't know about you, but I think thats pretty desce. Gotta go get it cashed before noon and the banks close. Need to have cash for those Labor Day Sales. Oh my God, I'm gonna buy the sexiest clothes I can find and just spend the night on the town acting silly (all said with a lisp). Alright just wanted to mention how happy I was to get my money. I have to go run around the neighborhood now, get some exercise. Good luck sale shopping everybody!!

See Through My Smile

What a day. I was all pumped this morning, I was geared up and ready to go see Umphrey's McGee rock out at the Brewing Co. You know I figured its been thre damn weeks since I last worked so I should get paid today. But, as my luck goes, I didn't get my check until 6. This kinda puts a damper on my plans since all the banks are now closed...damn. I just figured oh well. Shit happens. I thought that my motto would only last me for the summer, seems its workin out just as well now. But what can you do, right? So, instead we headed out for some crazy eats at Pizza King and watched The Mechanic starring Charles Bronson. Man did that movie blow. I had a good time making fun of it though. If you know me, you know thats my thing. I'm very good at making fun of movies. I should've been on Mystery Science Theater 3000. Anyway, I was running around town with Ryan listenin to one of my X-TREME!!!! mixes. By x-treme I mean its basically a bunch of love songs. Its good stuff though, took me by surprise that he knew half of the songs on there. It was good stuff, we were singing along to "When You Say Nothing At All" both versions by Ronan Keating and Allison Krauss. I love that song (I listen to it like 20 times everyday). I have no shame singing love songs out loud in my car, I don't care whos in it. But that brings me to my next point, Matt called me gay for listening to those songs with just Ryan in the car (once again no shame). He said that I needed to find myself a girlfriend, and the more I thought about it hes right. I'm a nice guy, I think I deserve to find some lovins. The thing is everytime I find someone I really truly care about, they don't feel the same. I'm ready to find love...I guess it just doesn't want to be found. It also reminded me of something that happened today in IED. I walked in and smiled, waved, and said hey to Whitney. She looked at me and said "You're happy today". I said I'm always happy. She fired back by saying you weren't two weeks ago. I was like shit. Whitney can read me like a book, its like she knows what I'm thinking. She can see through my smile. She was right, I can't lie. Yea, I was hurt a little bit, a lot...But, what doesn't kill me makes me stronger. Right? Anyway in case you didn't know, she was talking about Lauren going out with Paul. Like I said, sure it hurts, but I just want her to be happy and I'm happy for her. As long as she's happy, I am. With that said, I'm gonna go look at the second most beautiful thing in the world, the stars. I'm glad I'm taking astronomy, Klinger's fascination with the night sky has made me realize how beautiful it truly is. I highly recommend looking at it yourselves. You never know if who's watchin the stars the same time you are. Noticed how I said it was the second most beatiful thing in the world...guess what I think the first one is. Sweet dreams everybody...

Let The Good Times Roll

Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and you just know its gonna be a good day? Man do those days rock!! I woke up this morning at 6, like I do everyday, but I really didn't feel like getting up. I didn't even mean to, but i fell back asleep for about an hour. I woke and and looked at the clock and was like "OH SHIT!!!" I got in the shower got dressed and all that good stuff. Got out of here at about 7:32. I took a gamble this morning on getting to school. My car was below empty on gas. The fuel light came on about half way down Capital Ave. I was like WTF?!?!?! How can you wake up and feel like the day is excellent and run out of gas? Well, the old luck of the Irish pulled through on the Cutlass. Now all I had to do was hit up someone for five bucks so I could get home. Get into school and give Matt the Republican National Convention I taped for him, he had to do some PNN crap with it. Made it seem like it was a big favor and that I went through hell and high water to get it. It was no biggee, but I'll keep that in mind if I ever need a new kidney or any other organ...another thing I realized today is that I need to buy one of those kick ass giant belt buckles. I was hangin around with Wood when I noticed his, those things are sooooo bad. About this time, I was invited to go play in a volleyball game over the weekend, I am there. No question about it, I am a volleyball master!!! bump, set, spike...score one for the Ewok. After school, got five bucks from the Dill (thanks hot stuff) Put seven dollars of gas in my car and it gave me half a tank. I love my car...its a P.O.S, but it does me good. The last exciting thing I did for the day was hang out at the Root Beer stand. It was a good time, got to hang out with the guys. It was even cooler though cause Susie and Lauren were with us. It would've been a good time without them, but they made it that much better. Hey Lauren, you looked really nice today (but then again, when don't you?) Ah...its always nice seein her beautiful smiling face. Doesn't matter what she says though, sophomores don't have a chance against us in Powder Puff. THEY'RE GOIN DOWN!!!! Good times, good times. Think I might have to do some Rock N' Bowl action over the weekend to keep the good times rolling in. Alright, I'm gonna get back to my English homework. Gotta get this crap done, wouldn't want to be Scherminated now would I???