Heeeeeey, guess what I did?
Well, you can probably already see it, unless you're miraculously reading this in Braille.
Well, I've changed my layout again.
I wanted to go for a kind of bathroom motif, and I think its worked very well, wouldn't you say?
I say.
Yesterday I went bowling with GuitarHero, he won. We went up to the counter, and the fee was $15 and we only had $10. So we had to run to Korte's and search for an ATM, which we tried to conquer, but failed horribly.
We looked so pathetic that some guy, who upon first glance looked like a Redneck, gave a five dollars and said 'Usually they're pretty cheap'.
Not really.
So we had to run back to the bowling alley, and I'm pretty sure we gave the thirty people in there quite a show. Running into the bowling alley, hair wet from sleet and rain, brandishing a damp five dollar bill, and with our shoes and jeans soaking wet.
It was only afterwards that we realized that when we walked in, the guy had told us it was only 10 dollars....
Curious.
Then we decided to take the bus back to my house. But after 30 seconds of waiting, we got bored and decided to walk. Which was fun....
Sort of. It was still raining sleet but the conversation was nice.
We were a block from my house when we saw the bus.
Dammit.
So we consoled ourselves with Twinkies and Caramel Puff Corn, all made for the Winter Carnival Party my Parents throw every year.
He was supposed to go home at 6, but stayed until 10:00 for some reason. It was fun. We basically just looked at magazine ads and critiqued them for 8 hours.
Twas fun.
Vikings game today. Hope we win.
Finished 'Atonement' and it was beautiful. I started 'The Da Vinci Code' again.
I love that book.
Beatles: For I have got another girl, another girl, You're making me say that I've got nobody but you, But as from today I've got somebody that's new, I ain't no fool and I don't take what I don't want, For I have got another girl, another girl.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Just Here...Hello
There has been alot of murder and alot of intrigue.....
Increasingly this week.
It was a good week. Rehearsals began.
I like the cast, the script, and my character. Its a very funny play, but its ending is very tragic.
I like it mostly because most of my lines are shout-y lines.
I'm a gym coach.
Ironic as all hell ain't it?
Yes it is, but as long as there is yelling and candy involved, it is all going to be okay, poppet.
And, on Friday the super secret plan I couldn't even mention here went off alright.
The super secret plan was a surprise party for Parox's birthday.
And it worked.
Ela and I waited at the bus stop for her bus to come. And when it came, we played 'I get High with a Little help from my Friends' by El Beatles, and hopped up and down screaming while waving pre-prepared signs.
And it actually worked.
We talked, ate cake, watched movies, laughed at each other, hit each other, hated each other, loved each other, and then went to bed.
Then yesterday I was really tired cuz I went to bed at 3 the night before.
Now today, it is 11:45, and my parents went out to watch the game, Buzz is coming at 3, and I'm watching The Golden Globes tonight.
Pretty boring, but nice.
That's about it for now, Bon Appetit!
Beatles: Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me. Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
Increasingly this week.
It was a good week. Rehearsals began.
I like the cast, the script, and my character. Its a very funny play, but its ending is very tragic.
I like it mostly because most of my lines are shout-y lines.
I'm a gym coach.
Ironic as all hell ain't it?
Yes it is, but as long as there is yelling and candy involved, it is all going to be okay, poppet.
And, on Friday the super secret plan I couldn't even mention here went off alright.
The super secret plan was a surprise party for Parox's birthday.
And it worked.
Ela and I waited at the bus stop for her bus to come. And when it came, we played 'I get High with a Little help from my Friends' by El Beatles, and hopped up and down screaming while waving pre-prepared signs.
And it actually worked.
We talked, ate cake, watched movies, laughed at each other, hit each other, hated each other, loved each other, and then went to bed.
Then yesterday I was really tired cuz I went to bed at 3 the night before.
Now today, it is 11:45, and my parents went out to watch the game, Buzz is coming at 3, and I'm watching The Golden Globes tonight.
Pretty boring, but nice.
That's about it for now, Bon Appetit!
Beatles: Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me. Little child, little child, Little child, won't you dance with me? I'm so sad and lonely, Baby take a chance with me.
Monday, January 11, 2010
OCD Monday
I'm tired.
I think it may now be a lifelong curse for me to wake up at 6:30 in the morning...
But I cleaned the basement, so now it smells like Febreeze.
Charming.
I have no idea what to do, this is my last day before my rehearsals begin and I don't even know what I'm doing.
Wait, I know what I'm doing, I'm trying to get money!
I have ONE dollar in my wallet and that is not even close to what I need to acquire certain goodies....
Such as a book.
Such as a book entitled 'Bridget Jones Diary'.
I really want to read that book. I saw the movie and its one of my favorites, but I've never read the book and its my goal to purchase it and absorb its power so that I may live forever.
But I need the money and a way to get there, which is not a good combination in the same drink.
Continuing on, it is the best day of the week people!
OCD Monday!
Yes, yes, I know, odd name for a day of the week.
But it pertains to the lineup tonight. Tonight we watch Intervention and Hoarders.
I love those shows, these people are....
Wow.
Jeez.
I've seen Carla the Crack Addict and Harold the Hoarder, and I could watch those episodes all day long, because they are equally as tragic and hilarious as they sound.
Good shows, watch the reruns.
I also love the View.
I'm watching as we...type.
Gosh Barbara....
Elizabeth....
But Whoopi rocks, power to her!
Their squawking voices are giving me a headache, so I'mma go now.
Okay I love you, buh bye!
Beatles: The best things in life are free But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees. Now gimme money THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want.
I think it may now be a lifelong curse for me to wake up at 6:30 in the morning...
But I cleaned the basement, so now it smells like Febreeze.
Charming.
I have no idea what to do, this is my last day before my rehearsals begin and I don't even know what I'm doing.
Wait, I know what I'm doing, I'm trying to get money!
I have ONE dollar in my wallet and that is not even close to what I need to acquire certain goodies....
Such as a book.
Such as a book entitled 'Bridget Jones Diary'.
I really want to read that book. I saw the movie and its one of my favorites, but I've never read the book and its my goal to purchase it and absorb its power so that I may live forever.
But I need the money and a way to get there, which is not a good combination in the same drink.
Continuing on, it is the best day of the week people!
OCD Monday!
Yes, yes, I know, odd name for a day of the week.
But it pertains to the lineup tonight. Tonight we watch Intervention and Hoarders.
I love those shows, these people are....
Wow.
Jeez.
I've seen Carla the Crack Addict and Harold the Hoarder, and I could watch those episodes all day long, because they are equally as tragic and hilarious as they sound.
Good shows, watch the reruns.
I also love the View.
I'm watching as we...type.
Gosh Barbara....
Elizabeth....
But Whoopi rocks, power to her!
Their squawking voices are giving me a headache, so I'mma go now.
Okay I love you, buh bye!
Beatles: The best things in life are free But you can tell me 'bout the birds and bees. Now gimme money THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want THAT'S WHAT I WANT That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, That's what I want.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
The Stupid Week
Its finally come.
The week before J-Term begins.
This week we do absolutely nothing but study for and take finals. I had my Biology final last week, and I thought it went well....
I came off that cloud pretty fast today.
D+
Well oopsie daisy....
I took my Lit. & Comp. final yesterday, which I thought went well, but as you can see, my definition of 'Went Well' sometimes doesn't go well at all.
We have finals in all our academic classes, and our Theatre classes we don't really do anything. We can study or we can play games.
Our Artistry teacher Genevieve calls it the Stupid Week.
I basically just want to get this week done so rehearsals can start, I found out two girls in my track are in the show. Itchy and Scratchy.
Also, as a personal note, in Biology we just watched an amazing movie, called Gattaca.
It is a movie about a controversial subject, which is the engineering of children. It is an amazing and thought rendering movie, and I insist you see it right this minute.
It almost made me cry at the end.
But I didn't. No finals tomorrow, so I'm going to try and find someone to bother.
By the way, Ela, I need to talk to you and Lotus about the you-know-what.
Kay bye.
Oh, but if Nostradamus is right and the world ends tomorrow....
Seeya.
Beatles: I-I saw a girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love her. Oh you, you are that girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love you. And I waited for your kiss, waited for the bliss like dreamers do.
The week before J-Term begins.
This week we do absolutely nothing but study for and take finals. I had my Biology final last week, and I thought it went well....
I came off that cloud pretty fast today.
D+
Well oopsie daisy....
I took my Lit. & Comp. final yesterday, which I thought went well, but as you can see, my definition of 'Went Well' sometimes doesn't go well at all.
We have finals in all our academic classes, and our Theatre classes we don't really do anything. We can study or we can play games.
Our Artistry teacher Genevieve calls it the Stupid Week.
I basically just want to get this week done so rehearsals can start, I found out two girls in my track are in the show. Itchy and Scratchy.
Also, as a personal note, in Biology we just watched an amazing movie, called Gattaca.
It is a movie about a controversial subject, which is the engineering of children. It is an amazing and thought rendering movie, and I insist you see it right this minute.
It almost made me cry at the end.
But I didn't. No finals tomorrow, so I'm going to try and find someone to bother.
By the way, Ela, I need to talk to you and Lotus about the you-know-what.
Kay bye.
Oh, but if Nostradamus is right and the world ends tomorrow....
Seeya.
Beatles: I-I saw a girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love her. Oh you, you are that girl in my dreams and so it seems that I will love you. And I waited for your kiss, waited for the bliss like dreamers do.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
New Years Eve
It is now, with the taste of Raspberries in my mouth and the clock two hours early that I bring in the New Year.
I just finished Lauralot's AMAZING Fic 'Shadow Selves'.
If you like Batman and online literature, I insist you go read it.
Warning: You'll have to start at the beginning of the series, which is equally as amazing.
I also insist that you go watch EvilIguanaProductions videos.
Always wonderful, between Allen's shirtlessness and Craig's wonderful Chicago accent, it is truly the best thing YouTube has let on the website.
Wow, I mind as well just re-name the blog 'Shameless Plugs R Us'.
With a backwards R of course.
A lot has changed this year, a great lot.
Shall I list a few?
I shall?
I knew you'd say that!
Too bad I'm not going to, because I'm lazy.
I am happy the year is ending though.
Mostly because I want to see what the hell is going to happen to Mexico this year. Apparently they have a problem with the number 10.
Smacked right in the forehead with a 'Screwed' stamp.
Either way, happy new year citizens of the 9th division!
Beatles: I told you about strawberry fields. You know the place where nothing is real. Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion.
I just finished Lauralot's AMAZING Fic 'Shadow Selves'.
If you like Batman and online literature, I insist you go read it.
Warning: You'll have to start at the beginning of the series, which is equally as amazing.
I also insist that you go watch EvilIguanaProductions videos.
Always wonderful, between Allen's shirtlessness and Craig's wonderful Chicago accent, it is truly the best thing YouTube has let on the website.
Wow, I mind as well just re-name the blog 'Shameless Plugs R Us'.
With a backwards R of course.
A lot has changed this year, a great lot.
Shall I list a few?
I shall?
I knew you'd say that!
Too bad I'm not going to, because I'm lazy.
I am happy the year is ending though.
Mostly because I want to see what the hell is going to happen to Mexico this year. Apparently they have a problem with the number 10.
Smacked right in the forehead with a 'Screwed' stamp.
Either way, happy new year citizens of the 9th division!
Beatles: I told you about strawberry fields. You know the place where nothing is real. Well here's another place you can go Where everything flows. Looking through the bent backed tulips To see how the other half live Looking through a glass onion.
El Guapo
There's nothing going on.
I'm just posting to avoid doing my work I suppose...
World History homework is my El Guapo.
You know?
From the Three Amigos?
No?
Shame.
Here's the inspirational message of the day I guess: "In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!"
There Now, now don't you want to go watch Three Amigos?
No?
Shame again.
Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've been away now, oh how I've been alone, Wait till I come back to your side, We'll forget the tears we cried.
I'm just posting to avoid doing my work I suppose...
World History homework is my El Guapo.
You know?
From the Three Amigos?
No?
Shame.
Here's the inspirational message of the day I guess: "In a way, each of us has an El Guapo to face. For some, shyness might be their El Guapo. For others, a lack of education might be their El Guapo. For us, El Guapo is a big, dangerous man who wants to kill us. But as sure as my name is Lucky Day, the people of Santa Poco can conquer their own personal El Guapo, who also happens to be *the actual* El Guapo!"
There Now, now don't you want to go watch Three Amigos?
No?
Shame again.
Beatles: It's been a long time, now I'm coming back home, I've been away now, oh how I've been alone, Wait till I come back to your side, We'll forget the tears we cried.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
The Road to El Dorado
Its paved with ice apparently.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.
Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.
Here's the story:
Parox came over Monday and we watched Mythbusters and Batman with Jack Nicholson, ate Pizza from Walgreens, and pigged out on leftover Christmas cookies. Then the Parents came home with their toadies, so we went upstairs and tried to watch Batman Returns, but we fell asleep before Catwoman blew anything up.
The next morning is when things got interesting.
The plan was for Parox to go home at 11:00, but she decided to come to the Mall (of America) with my Mom and I. But for reasons that remain unexplained to this day, my Mom changed her mind and we couldn't go to the Mall. So the plan morphed into 'Say, lets walk to Highland and see Avatar'.
So one EvilIguana video later we were on the road to El Dorado.
I hate ice.
So so much.
It might even have been better just to wear skates. Alot more suitable for these conditions.
With the fact that we had to walk super slow and the fact that we left with thirty minutes to spare combined, mixed well and baked, it adds up to us being 15 minutes late for the movie. So we just said Screw it and we went to White Rock Cafe where we whiled away an hour drinking Hot Cocoa and talking about random things.
Afterwards we ran through the cold to arrive at Half Price books, where I procured a copy of Memoirs of a Geisha. Then we perused the videos and I got Breakfast at Tiffany's, The Blair Witch Project, and West Side Story.
We were in the lower level of Half Price books when we got the call.
It was Parox's friend, whom shall be called Rayne, asking if we'd like to go to (ironically) the Mall.
You are correct my friend.
So we immediately set out on the road once more.
Colder than ever, we tramped and slipped our way up the hills of truth and the mountains of anarchy, we were almost there when machine gun fire riddled numerous vehicles and a fierce battle in the Olive Garden of good and evil raged on, blowing holes in the street, where many valiant comrades fell into the sewer below.
Diving underneath enemy fire, and tossing grenades to ward of armies of droids, we ran to Parox's house. We were a block away when what can only be described as a tank rolled down the street. Actually it was Parox's car, and they were picking us up because we were taking too long. We climbed into the vehicle and watched victorious as enemy soldiers slithered away into the open drainpipe.
Actually I made all that up.
So we got to the mall, and walked around, shopped a little and had some miraculous Panda Express. Then we sat and waited at the door, then Rayne and the man known only as Anonymous showed up.
We talked a while, and then this guy came up to us and started talking about God, so we decided we better get the hell outta there.
Parox's mom brought me home, where I watched The Blair Witch Project and Paranormal Activity before going to bed.
And that's what happened.
This morning I finished my History paper, and now I'm going to go and do my Algebra homework.
Ta.
Beatles: Ring my friend I said you'd call Doctor Robert, Day or night he'll be there anytime at all, Doctor Robert, Doctor Robert, you're a new and better man, He helps you to understand, He does ev'rything he can, Doctor Robert.
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