Thursday, December 29, 2005

Up and at'em.

Ok, there was no way I was going to stay in bed all day again today. I didn't go downstairs until like... 9.30 pm last night. And that was for an hour or two. I can do that for a day. more than that is excessive. So, I stayed in bed until about 2 today (didn't wake up in the middle of the night in pain, either), and then got up, took a shower, and put on some clean clothes. So, I'm functioning now. Not that I couldn't have yesterday, but I had no reason to. So, I'm clean and I don't stink anymore. I'm still a little bit high from all the (prescribed! It's in my pain meds) codiene (well, technically it's hydrocodone), but as long as I don't lean over too much I'm fine.

So, it's time for a normal blog post now.

I guess I'll mention a bunch of things that I've been meaning to mention...

New band. 30 Seconds To Mars. This one is also thanks to Kaisha. So good that I actually bought the CD the same day she told me about them. Again... On PureVolume. Actually, the entire album is on PureVolume. I think that's to make up for all the evil copy-protection on the CD... if you're trying to play that cd on a computer, good luck. The most uncooperative bastard I've ever encountered, really.

On that note, I guess I'll prop a bit of software that is quite nice... AnyDVD and CloneCD by SlySoft. Look them up. The first software I've gotten in a LONG time that actually worked *perfectly.* Allowed me to make a clone of the 30 Seconds To Mars CD without copy-protection so that I could load it onto the Ipod, etc... Don't download it until you need it, though, because the trial period is 21 days and the software itself costs upwards of $50. Just make a mental note.

When I posted that petition for Mr. Barnard (school board stuff, you remember) on Real World Blogosphere, I got a comment from one TattooDad... It looked a lot like spam, but it did have a reference to the actual post int he comment, so I checked out his site...

The Tattoo is an online newspaper by teens, for teens, etc. The writing is a little bit ameteurish, but the content is good, and something that really captured my attention was the Hurricane Journal by Samantha Perez. She lived in St Bernard Parish, Louisiana, right under the eye of Katrina. This journal logs her struggle from the day of the hurricane to the present. It's still being updated. Don't read unless you've got a lot of time, and be warned. It's pretty depressing.

I haven't written very much lately. I just haven't been in the right mood, really. I've been more in the Finale Notepad frame of mind... although, I have written one song (lyrics and melody only), but it's of the sort that the lyrics alone are pretty useless... It would only work if the entire song was attached to it. Which I haven't done. So no song for you.

I have done a few things with photos, though, and in case you have been too lazy to check out my DeviantArt, I'll post some stuff here.


This was once a view from the Dumyat walk near Alva, Scotland... I kinda butchered it, but I think it looks cool.


Just some random icons. Remember, if I want to describe my life, I write poems or songs. Icons... I just make randomly when they come into my head. So, don't make any assumtions about my icons being related to my thoughts. They probably aren't.


Just water dripping onto a plate full of water... Yeah. CURSES BE UPON AUTOFOCUS.

And that's that.

Now for some just normal blogging.

I feel like a party animal. Lol. I went to parties on the 17th and the 21st, and I'm gonna go to one one on the 31st, and possibly the 7th. Heh. That's weird for me. But I like it.

It's interesting how life goes on through Christmas Break, but it's so much more private. Nobody knows anything until they get back to school. Just a random thought there.

I think I'll be done here. This entry felt a little bit incoherent when I was typing it, but I can't be bothered to battle the codiene. So you'll just have to figure it out.

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Well *this* is questionable.

Got my wisdom teeth out today... Stayed up until like 3 last night so that I could sleep in, because I couldn't eat or drink (no water, even) 8 hours before... and my appt was at 1... So yeah. I got out of bed at like 12.15, left the house at like 12.50, and What do you know, I'm in the clinic...

Wasn't really freaked out about the 'surgery,' cause they put me nearly completely under... Was a little nervous about the IV, though, cause I hadn't ever had one. My only pre-yanking question was "How big's the needle?" It looked kinda big, but it didn't hurt too much and it just was like a little pinch. Just like they said. heh. So yeah... I was watching the bag drip in... The doctor said "that wasn't that bad, was it?" And I admitted that it wasn't... then I saw him injecting something into my tube, and that was the last thing I remember. The entire thing is just reduced into a big blob of crap in my head. That was some good stuff. It was weird waking up... I vaguely remember soemthing about a wheelchair.... etc.

Got home, took a painkiller.... slept a bit...projectile-vomited a bunch of clotted blood.... Not much else. Oh, spoke too soon. Just threw up more. There went my soup. Hmph.

This is such a hassle. It doesn't even really hurt that much, with the medicine and eerything. It's just the not eating and vomiting and the IT'S STILL BLEEDING that are gettig to me.

Raarr.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Christmas Eve

I don't know what it is about this year, but everyone I talk to seems to think it doesn't feel like Christmas Eve. I agree. I've been feeling the same way lately... It just isn't the same anymore. It's not as exciting... I'm involved in all the Christmas plots (We'll get you this, and her this, and Mom this, then we can all trade three months later), our lights display, normally so elaborate, was dead on arrival, and there seems to be an abnormal amount of tension surrounding everyone. We've all forgotten how exciting Christmas used to be, and we're all caught up in our grown-up troubles and thoughts.

I kind of miss the old days, but I know it's time. It'll never be the same. No use dwelling on it now.

What can you do.

I went to church tonight. Real church. Catholic church. No offence to all you protestants and "other"s, but your churches just don't do much for me. It could just be my obsessiveness talking, but the ritual and the humility of the Catholic church is really comforting, even if I don't really believe what they're saying half the time. I could actually see myself becoming Catholic, and suspending my agnosticity every Sunday morning, just for the sake of peace of mind. You could almost say it filled a little of the spot where Christmas used to be.

Seems a lot of entries today have been of a depressing tone.

Sorry I couldn't be the exception.

At least tomorrow, I can suspend it all. Just stay in the moment. No worries on Christmas.

Right?

Friday, December 23, 2005

The Controversy Continues


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The Student Voice
In an article in Friday, December 23’s Republic, An article was published on the front page regarding the censorship of Columbus North’s Triangle and our own Oracle.

According to the proposal by school board member Russell Barnard, any material published by the student papers would have to be fed through the school principal and the superintendent.

Although our schools are supposedly about the students, the students only have one legitimate voice. This is the Publications Department. Through the Oracle and the Altis, our opinions are expressed. If the newspaper is censored by the administration, this voice will be smothered.
We will be left with nothing.
Support The Student Voice.
Write a letter to the School Board.
Sign below.

We, the students of Columbus East High School, oppose the censorship by the administration of our only true voice: The Oracle. We believe that if something is "inappropriate," the Editor of the publication will put a stop to it. Otherwise, the newspaper is ours to publish.
Signatures.
With my name signed on the back.
This, my friends, warrants a stand of some sort. The administration needs to regain sight of who they are serving. Not the parents, not the government, not the community feeling. The Students. Without the students, they would be without a job. In my opinion, they have never even been in sight of this idea. The students have no say in anything that is imposed on them. The least they can do is let us vent. But if they have power over the newspaper as well, then we lose our last voice. It becomes theirs. That's injustice if I ever saw it.
If you go to CEHS, look for these fliers hanging in the stairwells, in the library, or in Band or Drama on your first day back.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Yet again.

It's time for another music post!

I've found some new bands since we last spoke, thanks to PureVolume (and, of course, my portal to all things alternative, Kaisha. Props). All of these bands have a substantial amount of music on PureVolume, which, for those out there who are out of the loop, is a site with songs availible for streaming and sometimes download, with songs submitted by the artists themselves, so it is legal. Generally just find songs from "alternative" artists, because once they get big, they don't want their songs availible for free download any more. :/

First off. Death Cab For Cutie. I know, I might've mentioned them before, but I've solidified my fandom, so they deserve another, wholehearted mention.

Panic! At The Disco. The vocals are very good, and the instrumentals are upbeat without being peppy. This is good. And there is little or no screaming involved, which is a good thing in my book. Also, the lyrics are fun to listen to... "What a beautiful wedding. It's too bad the groom's bride is a whore. "

On the topic of screaming, Silverstein gets a half-mention. I like the songs, but they scream a lot in every song. That just really grates on me. Otherwise, though, I like them. I just can't listen to them for all the screaming. But really, it's not that much, and if you're into that kind of thing, knock yourself out.

The Decemberists. Very different, but in a good way. Gotta hand this one to Kaisha, without her there is no way on earth I would've found them. We're talking 60 plays per day on purevolume (versus over three million plays per day for Panic! At The Disco). Heavy emphasis on instrumentals, but still good voices and lyrics. The vocals are reminiscent of the 70s, I think... Interesting.

4 new bands for you. Maybe. At least one, for sure. Except... maybe not for you, Kaisha. You've probably already heard all these guys.

Friday, December 16, 2005

I made it!

I'm a good mood. I have been, lately. After the choir concert, it was set. The climax of the semester is over. For sure, now. Now it's just finals. Easy. Just 3 more days, and it's break time. No more choir concerts, auditions, or anything besides Chemistry to worry about until January. For now, I'm quite pleased.

If anyone has $129.88 they want to spend on my Christmas present... I'm not weirdly obsessive or anything, looking online for hours till I find the right one... Like I normally do... this one was sitting out in K-Mart, so of course I had to go up and play it. My God, it sounded good.

Choir Concert last night. We were by popular opinion the second best choir (show choir was the best, and is always going to be the best, because they a)have more people, b)are more balanced between male and female, c) audition to join, so they actually work and d) they dance to disco songs. So, considering we were up against that, and came in second, we did reasonably well. Of course, we just beat the 7, 8, and 9 grade choirs. Which isn't saying a lot. The 7th graders were talking during the performance. *their* performance. They were on stage, song filling the air around them, and they were talking to each other. The 8th graders were decent, except for the 8th grade soloist, who was FUCKING INCREDIBLE. Oh my god, she was good. The 9th grade soloist was singing in a different key from the rest of the choir (for those of you who are completely tone-deaf, that means OUCH FOR THE EARS and CRINGE for the SOUL)... So yeah, we were without any major problems. Actually, we were without almost any problems. We did pretty well, overall. I'm proud.

I have my christmas shopping done. I think. ..... I hope. :/
I know the first page of Moonlight Sonata. My version has 3 pages. So, I'm doing well enough. Heh.
I downloaded two more jazzy-bluesy sheet music things today... Greensleeves and Scarborough Fair. Both sound really cool. Well, on the mp3. My keyboard is completely touch-insensitive... meaning that there are two positions for each key--off, and loud. No P and MP and F and what have you. It's I and O for me. That's why I want my new keyboard. Byt anyway... doesn't sound as good. Can't play as expressively.

Ok, enough music rambling, for sure.

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Hmm.

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I'm such a nerd.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005

My Life

I guess I should update, right?

Let's see. I'm really not auditioning. Well, I guess it's past tense now. Kind of a relief, but at the same time, it's kind of sad. Hmm. Not really sure.

I was very tired yesterday. I fell asleep at 4-something pm and woke up at 6. I never do that. Like.... ever. It was weird. Then I went in my room to go to bed at 9, but didn't actually get to sleep until midnight, and even then it was fitful. You know, the kind of sleep that you're not even really convinced is sleep until you get up and eventually wake up fully and you know you had to get some amount because you aren't dead. That kind of sleep. Ug. And I had no coffee this morning.

You know what I'm gonna do? A class runthrough. It's been too long.

Olympain Flame: Nothing much, really. Just did a lot of thinking, mostly. Realized that in there, I pretty much just sit there in my own little world, and don't really talk to anybody. That's why I'm considering not taking it next year. I don't know the people that well, and I don't have nearly as much fun in there as I did in TV Prod last year. I know, cop-out. But there are things I would rather do.

Chemistry: It was large group today. I paid attention for about 5 minutes, then decided that it was all either irrelevant or I already knew it, so I just copied down the notes mindlessly and wrote notes back and forth with Darlene, Taylor, and Travis. So much more interesting than taking notes from Mrs. Goshorn. Btw, thank the dear lord that I don't have Mrs. Goshorn. She just can't really teach. I don't like her. Grr.

Japanese: Nothing really different today. We made origami reindeer. Just like we did yesterday. That's the thing about taking two years of Japanese at once... we kind of tend to repeat stuff. But anyway, origami. Again. The usual hilarity ensued, but I don't remember much of it, really.

Resource: The library was closed for resource today, so Taylor and I went to drama resource. The Olympian Choir was practicing in the auditorium today, to which Drama Resource is attached, so we just went out in the house and listened to them practice. We really are better disciplined than they are, even if they were singing better today.

Choir: Just stayed in the auditorium, cause our class was there today as well. We had the customary AWFUL pre-show practice (concert is tomorrow!), and that was that. Now we're all a little nervous. Hopefully.
Taylor was my tumor. Heheh.

Lunch: Don't remember much besides the fact that we were playing a messed up version of spin the bottle... No kissing involved, but whoever the bottle pointed to got various STDs, transmorgified into Transsexual British Satanists (or something like that) and.. other stuff.

English: Did my oral book report. I got a 92... Grr. Must have forgotten something, cause everyone else was getting like 95 and 98... Well, not everyone. Just lots of them. Sigh. I can't present.

Geometry: Certain class members decided that if we asked enough questions and distracted Campbell enough, he would run out of time and we would be quizless. Well, we were quizless. I guess it was a success, but it involved a very pissed-off campbell at the end of the period, and I really wonder if it was worth it, because we're taking the test tomorrow anyway. Sometimes I just don't get my classmates. But ok.

Theater Arts: We made up stories line-by-line... Runge fed us half a sentence, we finished her sentence and we went from there. We got some pretty messed up stories involving mermaids, cows, aliens, dolphins, cow-people, mermaid-dolphins, CHINA=DEATH, and the great world cucumber shortage. I love that class. Then we played murder. I got picked twice to be a murderer. Fun fun.

There's my day. Now I'm done.

Friday, December 09, 2005

The Musical Revolution

... within me.

I have suddenly become re-interested in Piano. I wrote that thing on tuesday, then I downloaded fur elise and moonlight sonata sheet music, and taught myself fur elise from that.... Then yesterday, I wrote another piece... 2 minutes, 12 seconds. I might upload a low-quality conversion of it onto the web, so y'all can listen to it. I like it. Anyway, I've been teaching myself to play *that*, and teaching myself moonlight sonata (yeah, I've had a grand total of 6 weeks of piano lessons and I'm desperately trying to play beethoven. Mixed up? Not at all. I despise primer level songs. So... so much. So much). I've learned a sixth of that so far. That's nine measures. But these are long measures! Lol. It seems like more when it's being played.

Hmm. I'm taking a break from girls. Friends, ok. But I'm resolving to not 'like' any of them for at least a month or two. Too much work.

Now.. for that piano thinger.

Here for file, Here for page.

Snow day today. Woohoo! 3-day weekend. ^_^

Yeah... this is kinda bad, though. I can't go in to school to find a song for auditions. And this, along with the exhaustion mentioned in the previous post, and the fact that I just need something of a break, and that I have always wanted to do what I'm about to say I'm going to do... I think I'm going to do tech for this play, and skip the acting. I need a break from it all, and panicking about the auditions, finding a song the day of, and the play itself, won't help. So, I'll do tech, just so I can decide if I like that, and still hang out with all the super-cool actors, but not get into it myself. It's best that way. But look for me at the The Romancers auditions.

That takes such a load off.

And now... I'm going to end it here.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Ah, but it's been so long.

I am still recovering from Midsummer Night's Dream. A good week of solid vegging out would do it, but we've had company since the play, and homework, thanksgiving, presentations, and love life issues, none of which are relaxing, and all of which add to the post-play exhaustion... and here I am, two weeks later, and I'm still fogged. Jeez. And auditions for Fiddler are next week. If I hadn't already essentially committed myself to them, I might consider skipping this play. It's that bad.

On a lighter note, I am feeling quite creative today... Wrote a 30-second piano piece, completely by myself, and I've been cropping some old photographs and submitting them to my DEVIANTART which I got... what, sunday? Monday? Who knows.

Hint. Go check out my deviantart. Link's on the sidebar.

Anyway, school. Nothing really important to report... I'm going 17th out of 18 on my oral book report in english... Mr. Lykins' inattentiveness combined with my foggyness and I ended up doing a Third Year Japanese worksheet. That took a while. And I didn't know it was third year. Don't ask. Just don't.

I'm doing weather for the Olympian Flame this week. More fun than anchoring, just cause you get to make everything up. I did not-so-greatly today as I did yesterday... :/ Ah well.

Anyway, I'm tired of this. I'll upload my piano thinger on geocities or something...

EDIT:

Uploaded. It's here, or alternatively you can go here and listen to the background music.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

It liiiives!

Thus starts my 7th day of Thanksgiving break. Yeah, TG break is a 4-day weekend. I caught some sort of devious devil's-cold from our TG guests. So sick Patrick is staying home for the third day... but going to go back tomorrow. Ugh. So much to make up.

I'll put this part simply. I am now single. You want more details, you gotta work at it.

So... let's see here. Make up work. Finish The Lion In Winter, finish Lord Of The Flies, read 3 chapters of A Separate Peace, do my chemistry packet, learn 4 pages of japanese vocab, and prepare an oral book report on Lord Of The Flies by Monday. That's what I have *so far.* And I haven't even gotten today's assignments yet.

Yes, I'm getting assignments when I'm absent. I'd rather do that than make up 3 days of work.

Anyway...

Yeah.

I'm not dead... just busy.

Thursday, November 24, 2005

May your days be merry



Ok, so I know I shouldn't be posting this until tomorrow, but judging by the rate that the lights are going up on the neighbor's houses, I'm already a month behind. So, here you are. A bit of Christmas Cheer.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

went well.

Play last night. Went well. More detail after the sunday show. Can't expend too much energy on blogging when I've got two more shows.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

I need help.

I played the sims today... The Sims always puts me in a weird mood. I live vicariously through my sims. Then I stop playing, and no more living vicariously for me. It's just like that when I read certain books... I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. Maybe I'm just insane. Hmm. Probably.

I'm having a personality flashback to early '04. That's not good. Stupid 13-year-old patrick. That wasn't such a good year for me. Lots of growth, though.

Anyway, I haven't got a whole lot else to talk about. I can't write right now... Still have a sims hangover.

This is so annoying.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

I guess I'm just in a black and white mood?

Remember all that I mentioned about cleaning gutters, etc? Well, I took a 10-minute photography break in there somewhere, and got a good 17 pictured, 5 of which I deemed worthy of viewing. I edited them all. See if you can spot a pattern.











Can you guess?

Huh? Huh?

Black and white. That's it. That's the theme. Crazy patrick.

The eyeliner monologues

Hmm. Midsummer is kind of getting sloppy again... probably amounts to overconfidence earlier. This isn't so good, though, cause our first show is on Wednesday. Two more rehearsals to fix it.

Yeah, opening day is Wednesday. We're doing two shows for the 8th graders and freshmen. So, two shows in the normal school day. I get out of all my classes, though, so it's all good. I guess. And then shows on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.

Today was technical stuff, basically. Makeup, Hair, Costumes, Tech, Lights, Sound, the works. We had a 4.5 hour rehearsal, and we didn't even get through the whole show. Mostly because the first three were people getting on makeup. There was some pretty elaborate stuff. Mine was just normal makeup. Base, Shadow, Eyeliner. Oh, yes, eyeliner.

Turns out I have improved at putting stage makeup on (I'm not entirely sure how) since last year. It actually looked somewhat natural (by natural I mean similar to neither Marylin Manson nor a plastic mannequein), and it was a lot easier to get off today. No screams of pain, even. Turns out baby wipes work just as well as soap at getting off the eyeliner, with a lot less pain. This... is good. So, I don't have to complain about stage makeup anymore. Huzzah. Woohoo. Yay.

Spent the majority of the remaining afternoon doing yard work for the neighbors. Climbed up on the roof, cleaned out the gutters with the leaf-blower (and after a while my hands, cause no matter how hard you try, pine needles do not blow out of gutters easily), blew some leaves, raked the rest... all in all, two and a half hours, which at $12 and hour amounts to $30. I am suddenly less poor. This... is good.

Anyway, now I'm in veg-mode... again. I haven't driven anywhere since tuesday. I'm itching. That's really strange.

Friday, November 04, 2005

For my Cable Modem friends

Ok. Go to launch, (here) sign in with your yahoo account (everyone has a yahoo, right?) and watch the following videos.

1. Monsters -- Funeral For A Friend
2. Title And Registration -- Death Cab For Cutie
3. Staring At The Sun -- TV On The Radio
4. Dance Dance -- Fall Out Boy
5. Such Great Heights -- The Postal Service
6. Wires -- Athlete
7. I Predict A Riot -- The Kaiser Chiefs
8. All These Things That I've Done -- The Killers
9. Buried A Lie -- Senses Fail
10. Teary Eyed -- Missy Elliot (can't all be emo, right?)

Just trying to expand your horizons here. :P

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Slowing down

Hello, everybody.
Don't let the title scare you. I'm still blogging (aren't you lucky?).

I'm in one of those moods. Feeling alone, depressed... Whatever. It's times like these where I automatically try to revert back to the old ways... Self deprecation, sitting around moping. I'm trying to spare you most of that, simply because I know you don't want to read it, and it always seems to spawn arguments anyway. So, for all practical purposes, it's any other day.

Well, except for the fact that I wrote another poem. This is something I haven't done for a while. So, head on over to Patrick Is Talented and check it out. I could describe it, but I won't. Just read the damn thing.

Sunday, October 30, 2005

It's been a while

I haven't posted here in a while... I've been preoccupied with the highest concentration of volunteer work in the history of me, MSND rehearsals, School, Essays... It's all very time-consuming. There have been many days in the past few weeks where my schedule has litterally been "School, rehearsal, homework, bed" punctuated by food and bathroom breaks. It's not so bad on a day-to-day basis, but I have rehearsal 5 days this week, and 6 days a week the next week, then 4 the next week + performances the other 3. Yesterday I had Trick Or Treat so Kids Can Eat food pickups (quite successful really... 2918 pounds had been collected when I left, and there was still more coming), then I had the Storybook Halloween at the Historical Society Breeding Farm from 1-5... I'm Peter Wheaton, 4th year Ravenclaw. I'm based in the Potions room. Did I mention we get to drink any potions we make? You can make some pretty disgusting things with Sprite (rare essense of amazonian trout scale), lemon juice (acid), baking soda (Powdered Unicorn Horn), colored sugar chunks (magic powder) and cough syrup flavoring (banshee blood). Those potions were not nice, apart from the one with Sprite, lemon juice and colored sugar chunks. That wasn't half bad, really. But that experience was vastly enjoyable, specifically because I knew everyone there and we had two Professor Trelawneys, who both performed spectacularly, I might add. I get to go again today. I'm actually excited this time.

Anyway, there's my life. Drama, volunteering through or for drama, and schoolwork. Next weekend, I'm going to Vincennes to see my cousin in Jeckyl and Hyde--more drama--right after my own 5-hour rehearsal for MSND.

I'm beginning to understand what Kaisha was talking about when she mentioned The Band Cult. I'm just unwittingly getting more and more sucked into Drama. But, I like it. And the Drama people aren't nearly so dodgy as the bandies (no offense intedned for anyone that like).

There's really nothing else going on. Just Drama. And my english paper that I haven't started yet. It's due tomorrow.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Well, there you have it.

I was halfway through a long, rambling, emotional exploration post when it started to feel like work. Blogging should never feel like work. Therefore, I saved it mid-sentence and closed that word document, and started writing this up instead. Trivia to the rescue once again.

Leaving for Memphis tomorrow after school. Don't want to elaborate, so I won't.

You know, I'm just not in a writing mood. I've written enough lately. Stayed up late last night to write my paper, wrote a bit of a rambly thing 1st mod today for my own amusement, and thought about important shit nonstop while mowing the lawn. I deserve a break. :P

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

Cake and Fun and Flaming Things

Happy 100, Blog. 100th post. Woo. May end up being a completely useless post, but that's beside the point.

Made a joint blog last night, and so far it's proven interesting. Give it a look-see.

What else. Hmm.

I felt strangely connected today 8th mod. Like, wasn't trying to push people away, or any of that crap I mentioned. It was just... Okay. It was a nice feeling.

I felt normal.

I suppose that's what happens when you stop thinking about things so damn much.

I do have some problems in the social arena... Half the time, I'm almost thinking in the back of my head, "I'll just talk to them, really dull-like, so maybe they'll get disinterested and leave me alone." I don't have any clue when that started, or for what purpose, but I can't stop it. It's like I'm on railroad tracks. It's stay on the tracks, or fall over in the process of getting off. And the track suddenly ended, and I discovered that I can go just as well on the dirt. Now it's a question of getting myself out of the path of the tracks, because I can see them starting up again not so far in the distance.

Hmm. THAT was a long metaphor.

But there you go. Story of my life.

Just once I'd like to be able to let myself just type, and type, and type, without thinking about what came up beforehand. It's like a poem I wrote once...

Spontaneity is my saving grace;
Finality is my bane.

And I can honestly say that for me, moments of spontaneity are few and far between.

Sigh.

Saturday, October 08, 2005

Inhibitions?

In light of a little bit of a revelation I had on Friday, helped along by Emily (props), I am tired of always thinking, in the back of my mind, "that's too personal for a blog." Inhibitions do not serve me well. Therefore, no more. My new rule is that unless A) it will actively damage something or someone that I would rather not damage or B) you don't want to know (meant in the strongest sense of the phrase), nothing is off limits here. I'm sick of hiding my thoughts because of my stupid walls. Anyway, I like myself less when I'm trying to protect myself. Which actually directly ties into that revelation I mentioned.

So, no more. This blog is as much theraputic as it is entertainment for others.

This also applies, to a lesser extent, to face-to-face interactions. So, those of you who I talk to on a regular basis, I think I may be done with that voice I do. You know the one. If you don't, then you won't miss it. Trust me.

Anyway, now onto some actual blogging.

Hmmm. Religion.

I don't have one.

And lately, I've been kind of wishing I did have one. I don't know why *exactly,* but I just want to be a part of something like that. Only problem is, I don't actually believe a lot of what most religions do. Go figure. For instance, I don't think I believe in God. More in an agnostic way than atheist... but still.
I'm leaning towards Catholicism right now. I feel somewhat attatched to it, just because I was baptised Catholic, even though I have attended 1 Mass in memory. Plus, they just make more sense than a lot of other branches. I dunno. Maybe I'll go to church for a while and see what I think.

I was actually planning for that to be longer than that, but I ran out of words. So on to other things.

I did volunteerish work today. I don't volunteer often. Actually, outside of Boy Scouts and The Crump, I don't think I ever actually have. Is that sad? Yes. But the fact remains. Anyway, I went over to East, and just stood at the door to a Christian concert they were having (which actually is what got me thinking about religion) and took canned goods for Love Chapel. I wasn't at the main door, so we only got a couple boxes worth, but the main door got quite a bit more. And, really, I just felt good. All I was really doing was greeting the people as they came in the door, taking the canned food, and thanking them sincerely, but it made me cheery. Cheery is good. Especially for me.

I feel like a good driver today... I've driven 5 times today. 1, for Drivers Ed. Went on the Interstate today. 2/3, to and from school. 4/5, to and from Pizza Hut. I'm still inexperienced and awkward, but I'm getting better. I haven't hit anything since... well. Actually, I guess I can explain the mailbox incedent now that I'm permit-ed. I was trying to move my truck into the driveway, because it was raining very hard, and the street was fixing to flood. My truck was on the street, and it doesn't like being flooded. Well, I wouldn't think. So, I backed up, and went straight into the mailbox. Snapped right in the middle of the post. And I kept going for another 10 feet. That's what the tire tracks in the grass said, at least. Anyway, there's the mailbox incedent. And I haven't hit anything since.

Anyway, I guess that's my day. At least, everything that wouldn't lead to damaging something I'd rather not damage.

Briefly

Gah. I feel poor. I have $20 to my name in cash, and my bank account is pretty much off limits. It turns out I got last month's allowance in the middle of last month, a fact I hadn't realized, so unless my neighbors finally pay me, I don't get anything for a while. I need to mow the lawn this weekend. Not because it needs to be mowed... because I need to be payed for it. It does look bad, though.

Grr.

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Apparently...

I guess this is one of those entries composed mainly of any thought that comes to mind. I don’t have anything in particular to write about, but I will find something. I always do.

I have a choir concert tomorrow. I’m somewhat nervous, but not really. Mostly because I know we suck and there’s nothing at stake by finding out we suck. So, yeah. But I also have a Drivers Ed test tomorrow, which really sucks, because drivers ed is stupid. And incoherent. Grr.

My next rehearsal is on Friday… Guess I should look the lines over and stuff. Heh.

Saturday… drivers ed drive from 11-12, and it’s the 5th one… only one more. Then I’m going to try to make it to the ethnic expo and eat some good food, then at 5 I’m going to the school to help out with some canned food drive. Sunday is free day, except for maybe lawn-mowing. Maybe.

Turns out I got an 88% on my paper. I am astonished. To think that I got a B on that when last year I got a C on a paper that I actually wrote in a timely manner. I’m proud of myself. But I am refusing to read the paper. Haven’t read it since I printed it out. I know it sucks and I don’t want that to be reaffirmed. Just let it leave me alone. I never want to see it again.

I am slowly, steadily getting better at driving. I drove the mustang last night, and I kind of didn’t do so well on that one on account of the clutch and stuff, but I got the basics down, I think. I just don’t like driving that car, cause it feels so much wider than my truck. I dunno why… but it’s lower to the ground, and I constantly feel like I’m about to run off the road. At least I mostly know where my truck is. Sorta.

I have discovered that American Eagle clothes are extremely comfortable. They make me happy.

I am writing this in word, because blogger is performing scheduled maintenance (which was supposed to be done 45 minutes ago) and won’t let me in. Grr blogger.

Hmm. My other classes.

Olympian flame… Not much happening with me right now. I’m technically floor manager, but I don’t really have to do anything. Just takes care of itself. Easy. Next week I’m choosing This Day In History, which, again, is easy.

Chemistry: I think I get it now. I scared myself for a while there, because for the longest time it was gibberish. But now it’s coming together in my head. We have a test tomorrow, so we’ll see.

Japanese: I know more than I think I do. Every time we take a quiz or test, I’m scared because I think I don’t know it. Then I take it and it turns out I do. Weird, no?

Choir: Again, concert tomorrow. People can hear me when I sing. This makes me happy. Quite happy.

English: Antigone, Antigone, and more Antigone. And then Antigone: The Movie. I can only assume we’re going to have the biggest test of the year over Antigone. Man.

Geometry: Geometry is geometry. Nothing interesting ever happens.
No, I take that back. I stumbled upon a really spiffy formula by accident today. To find the number of diagonals in a polygon, D is the number of diagonals, N is the number of sides. D=(N-3)*(½N). That made me happy. Go nuts with it. I know I will.

Theater Arts: As soon as this writing assignment is over, there’s another one on the horizon. Shit. Stupid learning packages. I’ll time this one better, at least.

I’m trying to think of something to post on Patrick Is Talented. It’s obvious I won’t get any worthwhile comments on the one that’s on top now, so I’ll just give up on that one. Apparently that’s one of those poems that nobody gets but the writer.
Anyway, screw the smooth closing. Bye. Go read other blogs now.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

I don't feel like blogging

but I will anyway.

I watched NUMB3RS last night... It's on CBS... it sucked. The credits were cool, and the acting wasn't *too* bad, but the writing was shit. They purposefully rambled on in mathematical terms that no-one, I repeat, no-one, understands, then came to a conclusion that half the audience could've gotten without all that crap, or end up talking about oranges and fairy sequences and what have you. And then they have all these people who are supposedly super-brilliant, but it takes them forever to think of something, and suddenly somebody says a one-word trigger, and then there's a major 'That's it!' moment and everything works out in the end. Plus, it makes a pathetic attempt at romance.

Overall, 4/10. 2/10 if you don't count the credits.

So then I watched That 70s Show. I love That 70s Show.

I think I bombed my theater arts paper.

I drove for drivers ed today... I'm getting better. Wasn't all nervous like I normally am with the instructors... and I parallel parked. Badly, but I did.

And, yeah. I'm done.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

No, I'm not dead.

I'm staying home sick today. Truth be told, I'm not that bad, but I am sick.

This is a weird cold, though. Yesterday, I felt like I was sort of disconnected from my body. My mind was just off floating somewhere else... More so than usual. And I was low on energy. This morning when I woke up, my entire face was half-numb. It was weird. I get dizzy abnormally easily. Plus the sore throat and sick nose and sinuses. It wouldn't have been a good idea to stay home yesterday, because of rehearsal and a bunch of other stuff, but today is pretty much free. So I don't feel like I'm missing all that much.

Anyway, not much else going on. Driving is still going strong. My truck is alive again. On Tuesday I drove out to Greensburg, then hopped on the Interstate (oooooh!) for like 20 miles to Shelbyville, then came back. It all took about an hour and a half, I think it was.

My computer is behaving very badly. I think I'll just be done with this post now.

Friday, September 23, 2005

Patrick's random crap

Just a few bits of information that you can either read or ignore.

I have very few serious friends. Take that how you will.

Drivers ed sucks. A lot. It doesn't take up that much time... but it's always popping up. Just long enough to seriously impede any sort of life I might want to have. And it's dull. And not fun. Stupid drivers ed.

School itself isn't that bad.

I didn't drink coffee today. I suppose that's a good thing. Nothing against coffee, but it's what I drink when I'm too depressed to get up without aid. Not that that's saying much, but not needing it is a good sign. I was in a decentish mood this morning... ISTEPS over, plus a number of things (not the least of which being TGIF syndrome) that just made me feel not too bad. So no extra caffiene today.

Actually, astonishingly, I have had no caffiene at all today. Weird.

I found a new song. "To Sheila" by The Smashing Pumpkins. Get it. It's on Adore. Good, good song.

As for school itself... Eh, nothing much, really. It's school. Go figure. But I'm starting Producing on the Flame on monday. We'll see how that works, I suppose. I can sense the homework meters preparing for the onslaught that I am bound to get on Monday. Haven't been to half my classes for three days, and the others have been going light as far as learning goes. So yeah. Onslaught.

I hate ISTEP so much. And I'm done. Happy Patrick.

This is pointless. I'm just rambling.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Aaahhh.. :(

My truck committed suicide.

I guess it's not that bad... except that it's sitting in a parking lot at ritters... all alone. :( But yeah, it needs a new starter. That's not that big of a deal... but still.

But, yeah. Poor truck.

ISTEPs are over! Forever! Hooray!!!

But man, I got tired of writing essays. I think I bombed the last one... well, more like a C. but still.. not happy. But I really don't care... I'm over essays.

Not a lot going on... no teachers are getting on us that much, what with half the class gone for the past four days... so I don't have any homework. Except for drivers ed. Which I did... in ISTEP. Heh. Full circle.

But now I'm going to have to start actually managing my time again. Plus drivers ed. Plus rehearsals starting sometime next week. ugh. Well, actually, it may not be too bad. I don't have any songs to learn this time or anything, and I'm a somewhat minor character... so I don't expect anything really serious. But still. Time management. Blah.

Speaking of drivers ed... My car is in a coma!

I am sullen. Ugh.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Uuuuunnnnhhhh...

Today... is a sitting-around day.

Well, I wish.

Was up till 11.30 last night with homework and whatnot, then got up at 6 this morning, and was instantly in a bad mood. The kind of mood where I think of every single thing that's wrong about myself and try to solve them all all at once. And then I say I will fix them. And then the next day I'm in a mood where I'm perfectly content with who and what I am, so nothing ever changes.

That kind of mood.

Dressed for winter, because the freshman had ISTEP (indiana statewide something educational something(the test)) yesterday in the gym and were complaining about ungodly cold and whatnot... Well, they fixed it before the sophomores got in, so the two sweaters never actually got used. But yeah... Sat around testing, doing Geometry, and doing my Drivers Ed homework for close to 3 hours. Lunch, English, Geometry, Theater Arts, blah. English, we talked and read. Geometry, I finished my icasohedronishthing first. Again. Theater Arts... thanks to my mood, I was feeling entirely uncreative. And it was improv day, too. Ugh.

So yeah... come home, hour of free time in which I have to eat, do whateverhomework possible, and a few random things before I head to drivers ed, where I have to drive with mister instructor-dude in the car... Then two hours of class itself (urgh) and then I'm driving my dad around in my truck god knows where. Unless it storms again like last night. Then it's 9.30 before I get home. Finish homework (though thankfully it's not as profuse today), watch tv for maybe an hour, then bed. Grrrr drivers ed.

But anyways. Bad mood. Don't talk to me.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Mixed emotions

Hmm. Drivers ed starts tomorrow. I think I'm sort of excited. Well, apart from two hours in class at a time... I can just imagine.

"This is a STOP sign." Pause. "When you see this... STOP." Pause. "Are you getting this down?"

Exciting. But, there you go. I don't actually drive for class until Tuesday, but as soon as the first day of class, I'm allowed to use my learner's permit. So I can go driving around randomly and stuff, plus parent.

Rehearsals for Midsummer start next week. I am pretty much blanket excited about that. It's been a long time since I've been really, fully in drama world. Then on the 6th, I have the mother of schedule conflicts. Drivers ed, rehearsal, and choir concert. All most likely overlapping. We'll see, I guess. Should be interesting.

There is a rumor circulating about the household that we are going to see Just Like Heaven. Hmmmmmm.... I wonder. More mixed emotions. Looks like a good movie... but seeing it with my family. All three of them. Together. With me. Doesn't usually end well... either someone leaves in tears, I get yelled at, or once we get home I'm shaking with repressed frustration. Straight to my room with me. And to think that that used to be a punishment for people. Ha. Imagine.

This isn't anything against individual family members... just know that together, you have the power to drive Patrick completely and irreversably insane.

So yeah. Mixed emotions.

I'm writing a lot more now than I used to. Seems I'm submitting something new every week. Heh. Wonder how long that'll last.

Speaking of which, I feel another one coming on. Hmm.

I went on a bike ride today. Nothing remotely interesting... Just zigzagged through the neighborhood (got my dad completely lost while knowing exactly where I was the entire time, fun fun), finally escaped, and headed out rocky ford... went up 425 east, turned back west on 350 north, and went down talley road for half a mile... then right on 300 North, and back into town. Grand total of 10.06 miles. I was shamefully exhausted at the end. I am pathetic. I used to do 18 miles without blinking, much less nearly falling over in the shower. I need to hurry and get back in shape before winter sets in. That means I have about a month. Hooray.

But I can run a lot better now than I used to. >_> thank you, summer school.

I'm starting my training for Producer on the flame tomorrow. I forsee stress... I'm there for a day, then in ISTEP for 3, and back in the studio for a day, and then next week I have to produce. Two days of training for the hardest job on the crew.
Yaaaay.

Ever since homecoming, I am horrified to find myself having a newfound respect for rap music. Well, some rap music. Weird.

I guess I'll just veg out for a while. That and check and see what my hw is. Need to figure out the timing.

Saturday, September 17, 2005

Mysteries of the universe explained

I'd like to think that some of you might have noticed I haven't been on MSN lately... ? Well, I can dream. Anyway, MSN would sign in, then crash after 10 seconds. Repeatedly without fail. So, I just complained for a while, then I downloaded 7.5 and reinstalled and everything... and now it's happy. So I am on msn. And nobody else is. Grrr. But there is potential now.

Went to homecoming last night. Steve Brown broke his ankle earlier in the week, which everyone thought spelled doom for the East football team... but we pulled out 48-18 or something like that. Of course, it was New Albany, who I believe are (1-4), so that's really not saying much. We're still no. 1 in the state for now, because BNL, the only other undefeated school, lost last night. Booyah, BNL. Afterwards, went to the dance. I cannot dance, I'll say that straight off. Having said that, though, I have improved since last year. Mostly because I can do the cha-cha slide now. But I was less wallflowery this time, even if I was being a stupid white boy when I was dancing. Heh.

Our school is stupid. 3 dances a year. Homecoming, winter formal, and prom. >_>

The band... kind of butchered the national anthem, but the show itself wasn't bad. Although, I kind of have to laugh at the color guard. Through no fault of their own, they ended up with the "we can do it!" theme. You know, the woman in blue with the bandanna, flexing her arms, etc? That was our guard. Without the anger.

As far as the music goes.. I liked last year's show better. The first time those flags went up at the beginning of the show... Shivers down my spine. Every time. This time.... there's no big moment like that. Sigh.

Anyway... I guess there's not much else to say.

Time

Ok. I remember, I used to be really mad about the daylight savings time being forced upon us thing. I have accepted it. Now, when I see the article in the paper saying that 19 counties are applying to join the Central time zone, I just shrugged it off. Until I looked at a map. Then I had to laugh.



Tell me that isn't the weirdest time zone line you have ever seen.

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Chinese food

I cooked again today. Again... sort of. But yeah. Sweet and Sour pork. Quite good. It's oriental, so it smelled a little.. off when I was cooking it, but it turned out very nice. But man, it's a lot less healthy than my chicken monterey. Let's say we used basically a whole thing of veg. oil, used the meat basically exactly as it came, fat and all, and.. wait for it... a half cup of sugar.

Damn, that was a lot of sugar.

So, it wasn't 'healthy.' But it's better for you than mcdonalds. It's got to be. Right? I mean, it's got carrots in it.

My mom said it was the best oriental food she's ever had.. but that's not that high a compliment, coming from her, because chinese is basically at the bottom of her list, along with indian and cheese.

Cooking is fun. Now I'm just tired. But I have yet to do Chemistry and Geometry homework. Specifically chem. I can do Geometry in resource tomorrow, if it comes to that.

Sigh.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Oops

Ok. I feel the need to issue a public apology. So, let the record show: I didn't mean it. Jennings County's band is NOT better than East's band. I realize that I caught East on a bad day, and I caught JC on an easy song. Sorry.

Now that that's out of the way.

Had an Ortho today. Had to cut out half an hour of Theater Arts (That doesn't make me happy. I like theater arts a bunch), but it turned out well. Apparently, I'm 'way ahead of schedule' and 'look great.'

That's my teeth, mind you.

Anyway, I'm only wearing rubber bands at night now, and I've got a chain on the top teeth. Seems that's a kind of 'end of braces time' thing. Which is weird, considering my braces counter is at 9 months. So, I'm proud of myself. Yay. Getting an x-ray next time. Which is encouraging.

There are all sorts of things I could talk about, but they're all really boring.

EDIT: I would like to dedicate this post... to Sparky.



Teenagers suck.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Coffee

I have discovered it. Yes, I think I may be turning into a coffee drinker.

I just know my mother is cringing on the inside. "After all I've taught him!"

But there you go.

Many, many years ago, I tasted a bit of my aunt's morning coffee... Blecch. Not good. No. Bad. Tea good. Coffee bad.

Fast forward to this summer, in starbucks in lincoln. Got a caramel macchiato. Macchiato good. Caramel good. All the top stuff, good. Once I got down to the coffee.... Blecch. Not good. No. Bad. Tea good. Coffee bad.

And that was my position until sunday. I went into target, the one with the starbucks built in, and thought to myself, "a cup of coffee sounds really good." Wait! Does not compute! Blecch! Not good! No! Bad! Tea good! Coffee bad!
But it did sound good. And I went and got myself a white chocolate mocha. White chocolate, good. Caramel syrup, good. Coffee... good? When did that happen? I hate coffee!

And I got a coffee craving this morning. Went to starbucks. Got a white chocolate mocha. Good again. What is this?

Of course, I decided that if this is a habit, I need to get used to folgers because no way can I do $4.00 for a cup of coffee every day. So, came home, lazed around a bit, and whipped up a cup of coffee which I am drinking now. Admittedly, just a normal old folgers with some sugar and milk is a little bit... empty yet overpowering. Feels like water, tastes very, very much like coffee... But I dropped half a hershey's kiss in it, and that thickened it a bit, and mellowed the flavor.

So, look at me. I drink coffee.

I'm so ashamed.

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Books are cool

I haven't posted in a while. You may have noticed this. I haven't quit blogging, though, and apart from April, I haven't had any spam since pleading with Jesus to please make it stop. So Anon. comments are still on. Yay.

I suppose I'm going to have to be all responsible this weekend. Yesterday, I went to the Jennings County-CEHS football game for about half an hour to get some footage for the announcements. Cause that's my job. It was somewhat amusing. We left at the end of the first quarter. The Score? Columbus East, 35. Jennings County, 0. Wow. By the time we were in the car, and had finally found the radio station it was on, the score was 49-0. At the end of the first half... 63-0. Poor Jennings County.

I think they sent in the second line for the second half, because the final score was 63-20. But we pretty much pulverized them.

I'm almost sorry.

I hate to say it... but the JCHS band is better than ours. >_>

I have to mow the neighbor's lawn sometime today. It looks like crap. And I never know when they're going to show up.

Sigh. I really don't want to.

I got bored, went to waldenbooks and bought a nice leather-bound-looking empty book, dug a fountain pen out of who knows where, and started writing down some of my poems and stuff in it. So far I've got 18 pages complete. I'm better at writing with a fountain pen than with a pencil, for sure.

I am strangely averse (heh, used a vocab word) to doing anything useless, like writing in books or using the internet or what have you. I don't know exactly what's with me... maybe after I mow the lawn my productivity-meter will go up a bit and I can do something stupid.

Hmm.

I need a real job.

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Why, Jesus, Why??

Spam, spam, and more spam. If spam doesn't stop by tomorrow, I'm turning off anon. commenting. I hate to do that, very very much, but I'm running out of options. Spam irritates my OCDness, and it is possible that I may give up blogging in general if I don't do something. I know we all don't want that. :P

Whitney, I'd suggest creating a blogspot account.

Spam

Ok. For those of you absent in the past few hours, here's the story.

Patrick gets comment spam. Patrick gets mad. Patrick emails the spam's advertising domain name's owner a polite enough request to PLEASE CUT IT THE HELL OUT. In nicer words, like "cease and desist." Patrick posts experiences and email on blog. This post attracts 3 spams in the space of two hours. Scary to think about overnight, so Patrick deletes post, on the offchance that it was the post and not me angering the dutchman that attracted the spam. And there you go. The spammers won. Now leave me the fuck alone already.

Monday, September 05, 2005

Comfort in a world turned upside-down

Wow, that was a really good poem. I loved the rhythm of it, and the way you expressed complicated concepts through very few words. My favorite stanza was probably,
"Why is it that runningIs looked at with caution,When walking just tells“I’m not sure what you mean”?"

So true. I also liked how you sort-of repeated the first two stanzas as the last two -- it gave me the feeling that the poem had come full circle.

Keep writing!

~Red


I love the reviews of strangers.

It was on this poem, but on Fictionpress.

No words

Sigh.

And just when I thought everything was settling down.

My aunt and cousin just left... Cousin has a bit of a problem, some of you may know what it is but please don't say it in the comments. The world doesn't need to know.

I don't think I'm supposed to mention my other problem yet. Let's just say it's about Nicole, and I'll tell you sometime this week.

But anyway... I am very tense. And depressed, too.

Sigh.

Going to see the brothers grimm today. I don't really feel like talking to people, but I do feel like seeing some freindly faces, so I'm going. I probably won't talk to y'all much, though. Just remember it's not about you.

EDIT: I wrote a poem and posted it on my writing site. You can't honestly tell me you're surprised.

Friday, September 02, 2005

Jeez.

Gungans are annoying.




....

Also, I feel obligated to let you know that I did indeed make it into the play. I am Tom Snout. Not the part I wanted, but reasonably close. Somewhat more major than Slim.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Touched


All of us, being bloggers or readers, know that Google is just about the simplest website out there. No ads, no extra text, nothing to distract from the simple functionality other than their occasionally changing headers.
I imagined myself writing some long and profound monologue about that little black ribbon. I have found that I can't do it justice. Let me just say that this small tribute to Katrina's victims is by far the thing that has touched me the most out of anything I have seen thus far.

I love Google.

Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Just a little more posting

Just a quick post today. I updated That Other Blog again...woo-hoo.

Call backs for Midsummer today. Scary. There were 20 guys trying out. There are maybe 14 guy parts... So for once, there's competition. It's very disconcerting. But yes. Callbacks.

We had a half day today. That's why I'm posting at 2.30.

On the ride home, the bus broke down. What's funny is that it broke down 5 blocks from my house, and nobody was allowed to leave and walk home. It would've taken me two minutes. Sigh. So another bus came and got us. Sad.

'Why We Sing' is stuck in my head. It makes me most growly. Growl. Stupid hippie song. What's sad is that I'm almost starting to like it now. Grrrrrrr.

Yeah.... I'm done.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Posting is fun!

Just some random updates.

Posted on Patrick Is Talented.

Got my short story back in English. Got 5/3. (The best is 6/4. Two different scales. So 5/6 and 3/4. That's 8/10. 80%. Some B or other.)

May actually skip second year japanese. Venus and I are going to get the work and all that stuff from 2nd year, just because we're smartish and feel like doing more work. So, we'll see how that works. This could actually work well, because if I do test out of Japanese 2 (and maybe get credit for it?), I could go straight on to 3, and have time for something else senior year. We'll see how it goes, I guess.

I'm running short on small talk. So, the hurricane. Sigh. I'm still kind of... in disbelief. Or I guess you could call it denial. I just... I don't want to think about it. I guess you could even say I'm scared to think about it too much. Just combined with the emotion of the people around me, and the nonstop coverage on TV, and the fact that my personal life (superficial as it may be) is stressful enough, I'm half afraid I couldn't take it all at once.

I used to live in Memphis. I'd always wanted to go to New Orleans. I'd never been. I've still never been.

Sigh.

Monday, August 29, 2005

I stole this idea

Yeah, I made another blogspot. I'm still using this one. I know, I said that about my xanga, but I'm serious this time. I'm just posting my weird and/or TOTALLY FRIKKIN' AWESOME writings on that one.

http://patrickistalented.blogspot.com

Knock yourself out.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

Liveblogging the VMAs

7.37 WFT?!!
Green Day won best rock video? That vid is fucking boring, and the song isn't even that great. Any of those other nominees over green day. Namely, My Chemical Romance, Weezer, etc. Goddamn political angst-ridden teenagers.

7.46
I don't know what the award was, but Alicia Keys deserved to win it.

7.50
Because we haven't heard La Tortura enough.

7.55
*almost wants to see 50's movie*

7.57
commercials are so dumb nowadays.. Fair Enough, Comcast parental controls.. hospice concert...

8.29...
Checking the mtv site to see who's won what while I've been eating... Green Day has won 5 fucking awards.
Grr.
Checked pop video nominees.. Jeez. Stupid pop.

8.40
Grr. I don't like MTV anymore... I need mtv2, maaan. MTV has too much rap and green day. MTV2 has good music.

8.44
Speaking of which... MTV2 award! *glued to tv*
Fall Out Boy. Not my first choice, but not too bad. *shrug* Better them than Akon.

8.56
Comcast is impossible. I just wanna know if I can get MTV2 without a whole other package. Apparently not. Damn.

8.57
Heh.. Missy Elliot sonded like Anna Nicole Smith, but black. Kinda funny, really. Like she's on something.

9.00
Coldplay. Real music. Finally. Why aren't they winning anything?? They deserve it more than Green Day...

9.04
Grrr video of the year nominees. Only good ones are coldplay and green day. And I'm mad at green day. So the only good one is coldplay. See, I wouldn't begrudge Green Day the video of the year award nearly as much, since it's only them and coldplay. But best rock video? No fucking way.

9.22
Hmmm. I wouldn't call myself a musical outcast... but as far as awards and concert dates go... I pretty much am. Damn.

9.30
*gives up on mtv for a while and goes on launch*

9.37
Ok, so I went back to mtv.
Mariah Carey just got done singing... And that was a damn impressive high note. Kinda took me by surprise there, considering she's normally all... alto. But was it just me, or were all her backup dancers grabbing their dicks every 2 seconds?

...Pop culture is so stupid.

Ok. Battery dying. This concludes my liveblogging.

Excuse me while I switch this crap off and put on some Clarsach music. (look it up.)

Strange...

This is weird.

I'm balanced

We went out yesterday to try to find dishes. Ours are chipped and old, so we went to elder beerman's, which was supposed to have Denby dishes, according to the denby website, but the help in the dish section was unbelievably lazy, and we didn't see it ourselves, so we gave up with denby.

Etc etc, rambling about dishes, et al.

We never actually got new dishes. But we're still hoping.

We got home, and my dad took me out to Marsh (yes, yes, ha ha, stupid hoosier) and we bought a bunch of foodstuffs. The way marsh is built, you can only see the outside from the checkout and the first few aisles. We were on the other side of the store from the windows most of the time. We arrived at the checkout, and it turns out it was pouring down rain. It had been nice when we went in. It had been 20 or 30 minutes. Stupid weather.

Anyway, we went home, and I attempted to make oven-fried chicken monterey. Well, I screwed up on the second ingredient, but it got fixed. I was going to make it, but it rapidly became evident that an ameteur cook like me was not going to be able to manage biscuits, potatoes, broccoli, cheese sauce (which wanted to explode) and chicken all at once, so the mother eventually gave up what she was doing and assisted me. But it all came out pretty good (minus the potatoes, they were about 5 minutes overdone and far too soft), and all hot at the same time, and considering that I have never actually made a real meal, I feel successful.

And now it's today. I suppose I've caught up on my sleep, cause I involuntarily woke up at 7.30 and couldn't go back to sleep. So I went outside and took pictures of the fog.

Saturday, August 27, 2005

Edinburgh

I was just reading my old posts on here... and I ran across This one. For those of you who remember, it's the one where I described a dream I had, where CNHS was downtown, and downtown looked like van helsing, etc. If you don't remember, just go look and refresh your memory.

Anyway, I realized just now... What was, in my head, downtown Columbus, actually looked somewhat like the dodgier areas of central Edinburgh (scotland, not indiana). Although there were very few doors that sat two feet off the ground, the general look and feel was similar to that of the closes of old town, except flatter and plus snow. For reference, here are a few pictures (photography sites are useless, can't even find decent pictures of closes newer than 100 years old):


Fleshmarket Close


Milne's Court


Some other Close


And a view over Edinburgh for good measure.

But yeah, I'm thinking that dream probably had something to do with Edinburgh and Scotland.

And another thing... remember that strip club I mentioned in the dream? Well, the first close I thought of during the creation of this post was Fleshmarket Close. I did a search, and a certain phrase popped up: "In the dank brothels of fleshmarket close"... Interesting.

Guess who won!

Just a few random updates. First and foremost, the East vs. North game. About half the city turned up. Well, maybe not half, but I think they sold upwards of 3,000 tickets. Respectable. And I can say that those 3000 didn't leave disappointed. Well, except for the people at North. ^_^

Yup, East WON. Second time in two years. Paying you back for that 4-year losing streak.

If any of you go to North... Ha. Ha ha.

Ha.

Anyway. I got a hoodie that says Columbus East on it. A year of going there, and I still didn't have any eastgear. Now I do. Hurrah.

Yeah, the adrenaline and such was pumping after the game... but I was exhausted. The game came down to North, 4th down on the 3-yard-line, game at 24-28 to East. That was stressful. We blocked them, though. Thank God they blocked them. And, as it was last year, about half the stands (packed to capacity, I'll add) climbed the fence onto the field, and rushed the football team. I forgoed this activity this year, because I was tired. But it was pretty damn exciting.

It's good to see East matching North at something. And, apologies to all you East bandies out there.. North's band is better. I hate to admit it, but there's no denying it. But East's color guard stayed in sync, so there is that.

I was going to bring up something else... But I forgot.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Yo Estoy Irritado.

Ok... I am bugged.

Every time I post a long, meaningful, somewhat rambling but mostly profound examination of myself or my situation... Zero comments. Always. Every fucking time.

All the commented posts are short and pointless.

Which brings me to another point. I opened my blog, and saw two comments on my latest post. This was, of course, greeted with pleasure. I never get comments. It's fun.

I opened the comments, and in front of me is a two-page-length piece of spam. Spam. I hate spam. Below that was a comment from Whitney, which I actually appreciated. But I hate spam.

So, I have a new policy here at Patrick's Random Crap.

Spam me and die. I will hunt you down and flame you. Multiple times. On every medium I can find.

That most recent spam comment, I will let slide. Well, I deleted it out of hatred, but I will refrain myself from extracting revenge. But spammers be warned.

Whenever I feel starved for comments, I will join act-all-emo-and-get-lots-of-comments, spearheaded by Joelle and Whitney. This is one of those times. So, consider the following the 'post' post.

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We got a brita water filter.

I like water...





It sustains life.



I have pizza.





And... Um... Life fills me with despair, I guess.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Just a quickie today

Just a few bits.

Meh... it's quizboom time. There's never much testing the first week, but the second week, every teacher wants to know what they've taught you in the past week. There's quizzes in nearly every class. It's a drag. They're never that hard, though.

Auditions for Midsummer Night's Dream are today through thursday. I was freaking out when my name was called to read Demitrius, but overall, I didn't do too badly. My knees were shaking though, just like last time. I read that part once more, then I read the fairy king dude... Can't be bothered to remember his name. Anyway, considering it's shakespeare and I pretty much didn't butcher it, I'm proud of myself.

My English teacher rocks.

I think I'm learning how to use the graphics machine now.

And that's it.

Monday, August 22, 2005

My God.

I feel so sorry for middle school teachers.

I considered writing one of my signature script-type descriptions of my encounter, but I decided that I could do a better job in standard narrative format. So here we go.

I rode the bus home today. As I always do. I got on before the majority of the middle-schoolers, which has the advantage of settling in before we're off, and the disadvantage of not picking your own seat partner. Normally I can count on some sort of friend-figure to save me from the midgets, but not today. And yet again, I am floored by the maturity level of the American middle-schooler. Particularly, the American middle-school boy. After years of resistance, and "we're not all bad..." I've given in. Young boys are assholes. Young meaning younger than second semester of freshman year.

I suppose I should explain this. My seat-partner for the day was a young middle-schooler boy, I'd guess 7th grade. But he's not who I've got the beef with. My problem is his friend in the seat across from me. In hindsight, he actually looked quite a lot like a chipmunk. This boy (I'm refraining from my normal 'guy.' This was a boy) was sitting there, excitedly relating the days exploits to his friend, sitting next to me. Seems chipmunk-boy had quite a blast. It seems in Life Skills, they have little lights by the computers that they light when they need help. Chip, in his cleverness, turned it on, then as soon as the teacher approached, turned it off. And repeated this several times. When teacher mentioned that he ought to stop that, chip calmly explained that no, of course he didn't want to go to the principal's office.
End of story. Back on the bus.
"It was so funny!"
And then he laughed. It is impossible to do this laugh justice on words. Just think of the most annoying, carefree, insolent, there's-nothing-funnier-in-the-world-than-making-people-want-to-kill-themselves laugh you have ever heard. Add in that it sounds a lot like a chipmunk in orgasm. And then you have this kid's laugh.
New story. Apparently when he's bored, Chip just *giggle* starts insulting people *cracks up* for no reason! It's so funny!
There's that laugh again, folks.
New story. It seems to be a habit of teachers of the young to count down for silence (accompanied all too rarely with a fiesty "If you don't get quiet in the next three seconds, I'm going to whip your asses so hard that you'll be raw till your GRAVE), and chip leaned back in his chair. At one, BLAST OFF, and, if I interpreted it correctly, somehow he simultaneously stood up and flipped his chair out from under him, I can only imagine in the most obnoxious way possible. It was so funny.
And he laughed.
Now imagine up yourself a story where the student in question typed derogatory sentances on his screen and erased them as soon as his teacher walked up. Well, about a half second after teacher sees it.
Now imagine a long, drawn out scene of the teacher desperately trying to extract a confession. To no avail, of course. Our dear chipmunk is so infinately witty, and outsmarted the teacher yet again. And multiple threats of "one more word and ______."

It was so funny.

Of course, I didn't belong to the school system from third to 8th grades, which are the main grades from whence the assholery comes. So, maybe I'm not accustomed to it. But for the love of God, how do they get away with this bullshit? I don't think chip even got a detention. As long as you know to stop after you've been threatened, you can get away with anything.

So, I'm forced to wonder, who's to blame? The only conclusion I've drawn is that it can't be the middle school teacher's fault. These kids are 4 days in to 7th grade, if I guessed right, I can't imagine losing that much maturity in 5 days and a summer. So, that leaves a) elementary school teachers, b) parents, c) themselves, d) the administration, or most importantly, e) their peers.

I'm sure that all five groups have a large amount to do with it. If the teachers had been more disciplinarian, or the administration had let them, this could be avoided. If the parents had instilled actual values, this could be avoided. If the kids weren't blind to their actions, this could be avoided.

If being an ass wasn't cool, this could be avoided.

I'll leave you to ponder.

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Kibbles 'n' Bits

Saw War of the Worlds last night, and Red Eye the night before. War of the Worlds was quite good. Red Eye was laughable. And you know in the preview when the guy is made out as some kind of demon, and his eye turns red? That's a farce. He's just got a plot to kill the defense secretary or something stupid like that. You never even find out why.
But War of the Worlds was good.

I was reading the paper this morning, and there was a little blurb mentioning that Evan Bayh might run for president in 2008. Ok, I know, I was set on Condi vs. Hillary, but really, after a bit of research, I might actually consider voting for him. What's weird is that he's a Democrat.
And I am most certainly not a democrat.
But hey, whoever works.

There's not a whole lot going on. I'm catching up on my sleep this weekend, which was much-needed... I did get 6 pictures from Scotland enlarged, framed, and hung. I never realized how little space we have for pictures in this house. This really took my by surprise, but my current favorite is this one:



Closely followed by this one:



And this one:



I think I did a good job, if I do say so myself.

EDIT: I salute you, Blogger people.

I saw the new flag button on the navbar at the top, and out of boredom, I clicked the "what does this mean?" link. I liked what I saw.

Apparently, if you flag a site, and it is deemed 'objectionable' by the blogger king, it isn't removed. It is simply made 'unlisted.' So, it's still accessible. That makes me feel good. I know the first ammendment doesn't apply to things like this, but I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside when a host comes out on the side of free speech. *coughPAYPALcough*

EDIT AGAIN: Hey, anybody want Gmail? I've got 50 invites. Just as long as I know you.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

English Was Fun Today

Lol, I know, it looks weird, doesn't it? But really, it was. Yesterday, I was a bit worried about the whole "in class writing" thing... because, reasonably speaking, I NEED MY EDITING. I DO NOT HAVE GOOD FIRST DRAFTS. That said, I actually had fun today. Yes, with in class writing. You guessed it...

It was fiction. Score!

I probably won't get higher than a 4/4 (maybe a 5/3) (those are both 80%), but I had fun this time. I can't get over that. But, yeah... had to write a short story about a person on mars or jupiter. I chose Mars, because it'll be sooner, and it seems more likely, since Mars is actually solid. But, again, I enjoyed it. I'm curious to see my grade...

We also got the list for positions in Flame. I'm gonna be in training for Graphics first week, graphics guy second week, shooter (i go find some footage at an event) third, I get fourth off, and I start training for producer fifth week. Looks good. I can already tell that the more serious classes are going to be a lot more intense this year, but I feel up to it, more mature, etc. So I'm hoping.

Japanese should be interesting. Though we actually do learn a bit, my teacher has no focus. First it's katakana, then it's "ge ba," then before you know it he's talking about plastic boobs and flashing people on balconies. True story. It's all good, though.

Geometry teacher is weird. Spent like 10 minutes rambling on about the 'sixth sense' and drawing an x on a circle on a square. Eventually, all this culminated with two lines of some 70s song: 'Communication is the problem to be answered.' 'Agree to disagree, but disagree for cause.'
What I want to know is why exactly it had to take that long.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Grrr msn.

Heh, go figure. The one time I really, genuinely want to talk to people, nobody's on. Wonderful. So I guess I will amuse myself with blogger until someone gets on or I get too tired to sit up and finally go to bed. Hm.

I was gonna do the 14 things about 14 people... but I got to 3 and then got bored. So I quit. Sad, eh?

I'm too bored for this.

Nostalgia

I remember the days when I used to get comments... Those were good days.
I remember the time when I was a part of a trio. We thought it was unbreakable.. Then I went and broke it. Those were good times.
I remember the ways I used to take to school back in first grade. Those were good ways.
I remember years when I went on campouts regularly. I made a lot of friends on those things. Those were good years.
I remember the campout when it stayed below freezing the whole time, and I didn't have a single long pair of pants. That was a good campout.
I remember the times when I could count on at least two people reading my posts, no matter how long. Those were good times. >_>

Monday, August 15, 2005

Skyscraperblogging

Freedom Tower
Version 1Version 2Version 3

Ok. Version one, I like. Version two, I really liked. Sure, it's kind of skeletal, but it's awesome. Version 3.. I've tried to like it. I have. I don't hate it... I just don't like it. It's to obelisky. It's unoriginal. It looks too much like the John Hancock Center. I just don't like it. I'd almost go so far as to say I think it's ugly. *sigh* That's what we get for being obsessed with terrorism.

Fordham Spire

Ah, the Fordham Spire. Now, you all know that I fell in love with Chicago when I went there for 4 days. Well, I approve. Just tall enough to make itself noticed, yet graceful enough not to overpower the other buildings. And yes, it does look like a giant drill bit. But I like it. This is officially my new pet skyscraper project. Screw the Freedom Tower.


Burj Dubai

The Burj Dubai. What can I say. It is a little bit tall for the surrounding buildings, and it does look a little out of place, but I must admit it is a fine piece of architecture. And it is very impressive, I'll give it that. If only it was gonna be here. Why the United Arab Emirates?

And that's my skyscraperblogging.

The backpack of Aaaarrrrrggggghh

Mum bought me a new backpack for school when I was in Scotland. I suppose I really did need one, because mine only had two pockets, and one of the zippers on one was missing the pully thing, and one of the zippers on the other one didn't zip properly, and if I forgot and used that one to close my backpack, it was very prone to suddenly bursting open and spilling the contents in the hallway. But, mom, I'm sorry, but..
I don't like this backpack.

And this isn't just me being picky, and missing my old camo backpack, either. I really don't like it. The zippers are crazy... they are too tight, yet they catch on virtually every part of the backpack when I try to open or close them.

The shoulder straps hurt. Not just because the backpack is overly packed, either. The old backpack hurt a different way. This one's straps are in a bit, very close to the neck, right at the part that hurts at the beginning of a shoulder massage. Problem is, it doesn't get better like a massage. It just keeps hurting. And if I try to push the straps out to the correct position, then the whole strap doesn't rest on my shoulder, cause it's bent outwards. So the strap digs into my shoulder. Which is also not pleasant.

It does have a lot of pockets, though.

Anyway...

One day to go. I'm sort of excited, I guess, because... Well, I just am. I'm ready to see everyone again... it's been a long time. About a month, for the people I saw most recently.

My neck just cracked really big. Very loudly. And just one, resounding CRACK, not like the usual, crickcrickcrickcrick. Freaked me out.

I'm always the only person of our group in my science class. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

I guess that's it for my random blogging for now. Might do some more later, or you may just have to wait until tomorrow. We'll see.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

Patrickblogging

I felt like posting more pictures of me... So, I bring you...

Patrickblogging v2.



Eyebrow. E-Y-E-B-R-O-W. Eyebrow.


Rock on!!


Patience.. growing... thin...


Ooooooh. Computer.


Someone turned the light off. It is dark. I cannot see. This makes me angry. I must look angry in the darkness. Because I am angry.


It is light again. I am still angry. Because someone turned the light on. And I was looking angry at the camera. And now it is light. So I am angry.


Aaah! No squish me!


Oooooo...


...oooooooooo...


...oooohhh... Aaaaah! No squish!


Look at me! I'm houses!


That was fun. Hope you enjoyed it.

...

Bye.

Not as long as it looks

Thank you, Greatfacts.com. Here are some of the more interesting ones, followed by my own afterthoughts.


A Kentucky statute states, "No female shall appear in a bathing suit on any highway within this state unless she is escorted by at least two officers or unless she be armed with a club." Later, an amendment proposed: "The provisions of this statute shall not apply to any female weighing less than sixty pounds nor exceeding 200 pounds; nor shall it apply to female horses."

They have so got that backwards.

Back in 1924, a monkey was convicted in South Bend of the crime of smoking a cigarette and sentenced to pay a 25 dollar fine and the trial costs.

But the real question is, what was a monkey doing in South Bend?

An American urologist bought Napoleon's penis for $40,000.

Apparently, he wanted to show his patients what They could look like after he was done with them.

An etiquette writer of the 1840's advised, "Ladies may wipe their lips on the tablecloth, but not blow their noses on it."

May they simply wipe their noses? What about their eyes? What if they feign wiping their lips, and then move up to the forehead before lowering the tablecloth?

Attila the Hun (invader of Europe; 406-453), Felix Faure (French President; 1841-1899), and Pope Leo VIII (d 963-965) all died while having sex.

Hell of a way to go.

Aztec emperor Montezuma had nephew, Cuitlahac, whose name meant "plenty of excrement."

It would seem Cuitlahac's mommy was unfamiliar with the process of childbirth, and mistakenly assumed... well...

Both Hitler and Napoleon were missing one testicle.

It seems our american urologist got gypped.

Between 1937 and 1945 Heinz produced a version of Alphabetti Spaghetti especially for the German market that consisted solely of little pasta swastikas.

Heinz--catering to the market for 68 years.

Up until the early 20th century, New Jersey and Wisconsin had laws allowing the castration of epileptics.

Yet another reason flashing lights don't pay.

Between April 1st and September 30th it is legal to capture and castrate any horse or donkey that you find roaming around your property.

"It's April now, Ranger, and I'll never catch you on top of my mare again, Goddamn it!"

Bozeman, Montana, has a law that bans all sexual activity between members of the opposite sex in the front yard of a home after sundown if they're nude.

What about in broad daylight?

Brazil is the location of the world's widest road. 160 cars can drive side by side.

Holy shit!
Edit: Turns out it's just 6 lanes each way with 148 lanes worth of median. *Sigh*

Bunny rabbits poop almost every time they hop around in a newly-explored area.

Or maybe they just have short memory spans. There is far too much rabbit poop in the world for that.

Catholic Popes who died during sex: Leo VII (936-9) died of a heart attack, John VII (955-64) was bludgeoned to death by the husband of the woman he was with at the time, John XIII (965-72) was also murdered by a jealous husband, Pope Paul II (1467-71) allegedly died while being sodomized by a page boy.

But as long as John VII sought forgiveness of the lord in his last moments, then he's all right.

Hypnotism is banned by public schools in San Diego.

Because, obviously, you wouldn't want pupils divulging any incriminating school system secrets to those damn LA spies.

Nutmeg is extremely poisonous if injected intravenously. It can kill you.

How might one inject nutmeg?

Non-dairy creamer is flammable.

Coffee and ciggarettes don't mix.

October 1st is the official Coffee Day in Japan.

And I thought Americans were addicted.

No man is allowed to make love to his wife with the smell of garlic, onions, or sardines on his breath in Alexandria, Minnesota. If his wife so requests, law mandates that he must brush his teeth.

He's out of luck if they're out of toothpaste.

On a Canadian two-dollar bill, the American flag is flying over the Parliament Building.

Ha. Ha ha.

Pac-Man, Namco's 1979 arcade game, was originally called "Puck Man". The name was changed when they realized that vandals could easily scratch out part of the letter "P".

Man. I can't even look at the word "Puck" without thinking that. The 70s were a different time...

Paper bags are outlawed in grocery stores in Afghanistan. They believe paper is sacred.

... what?

The first episode of "Joanie Loves Chachi" was the highest rated American program in the history of Korean television. "Chachi" is Korean for "penis."

Turns out Koreans aren't as wholesome as everybody thought.

You may not sell your oragns in Indiana to cover travel expenses.

Damn. There goes that trip to Japan.

You can see stars from the bottom of a well even in day light.

Course, if you're at the bottom of a well, you've not got much else to do than look at the stars. Or drown.

You are more likely to be killed by a champagne cork than by a poisonous spider.

Which is why drinking is a sin!

Women say that the part of a man's body that they admire the most is his buttocks.

Oh, well, I'm screwed then.

When you sneeze, all your bodily functions stop, even your heart.

Interesting.

When the X-ray was discovered, a law in New Jersey was written forbidding the use of "X-ray opera glasses."

Cause you know, if it wasn't explicitly outlawed, everyone would be staring at the Fat Lady's bones.

When the moon is directly over your head, you weigh slightly less.

Can't come up with anything witty here.

When the Black Death swept across England one theory was that cats caused the plague. Thousands were slaughtered. Ironically, those that kept their cats were less affected, because they kept their houses clear of the real culprits, rats.

Cats are cute, rats are ruddy.

When someone commits suicide while jumping off a building, so much adrenaline builds up that you have a heart attack and die before hitting the ground. Thus making this way of commiting suicide basically the easiest.

So, what's the cause of death? Heart Faliure, or hot dog stand guy with umbrella so unfortunately positioned that it passed directly through the heart?

When gentlemen in medieval Japan wished to seal an agreement, they urinated together, crisscrossing their streams of urine.

Yokomura, I gotta piss. I promise I will not sleep with your wife.

When a man was hanged in Mississippi in 1894 the noose came undone and the prisoner fell to the ground. He was set free and and since his innocence was later established he was granted $5000.

Divine rope intervention.

Whale hunting is strictly prohibitted throughout the entire state of Oklahoma.

Give that one a second or two to sink in....

Wedding cake was originally thrown at the bride and groom, instead of eaten by them.

Hmm. I want to have cake thrown at me...

Virginia law forbids bathtubs in the house; tubs must be kept in the yard.

Virginia is just weird. *two thumbs up and commecial-guy-smile* Have fun, Emily!

US gold coins used to say "In Gold We Trust".

But they had to change it under the new "separation of ore and state" laws.

Hmm. That was fun. I didn't even read all of the ones on there, so if you're bored, go check out the rest.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

Pointless rambling

I was just browsing through some of my old posts, and I realized that the pointless rants are always the ones that are most fun to read and write, and I haven't written one for a long time. So, without further ado:

Pointlessness.

I do not enjoy using my mother's remote keyboard that she uses with her laptop. Apparently, the keyboard-makers are phasing out the Insert key, and in the new keyboard design that came out sometime, the 6-key island in the middle of the right side, between backspace and the number pad, has been changed to a new, slimmer, two-columns-of-three-keys version. Only problem is, the Delete key is extra tall. Two key-widths, actually. So what key do they get rid of, and only keep on the non-num-lock 0 key on the number pad? Insert, of course. This wouldn't be a big deal, except that I never did like the Control-C/V version of copy/paste. I have always used Ctrl-insert, and shift-insert. Specifically, the insert that is supposed to go over the delete key. And, num lock is always on in this house. So no insert for me. Inevitably, every time I want to copy/paste something, I stare at the keyboard, looking for the insert key. Because I just don't like control-C. I use control-i, control-b, u, f, and occasionally even w. But I feel that control-c/v is an intrusion on the copy/paste property that should belong to control/shift-insert. And control-c is winning. Damn.

I went to a Coldplay concert last night. It was incredible. It was arguably my first 'real' concert, and even though we were standing on the lawn, directly behind a group of very trunk tweenagers who were jumping around and nearly stepped on my sister a number of times, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I couldn't do it justice here, so I just won't. I will have to admit, however, to my dismay, that Clocks sounds better recorded than it does live. The recording speaks to my soul in a way that no other song has ever done. The live version... is just a good song. Just a little bit sad. But still good.

It took us two and a half hours to get home. I think it was about 1am... I don't actually remember. I was very tired. I came in the house, and within two minutes I was in bed going to sleep. Mainly because I had gotten up at 7am. Not voluntarily, I just woke up and was thoroughly not-tired. That and concerts are draining.

I have stopped getting Big Macs. Not conciously... I just haven't been in the mood for them. So now I just get two cheeseburgers. Still pretty good. Though why you can't get tomato on them is beyond me. Stupid mcdonalds.

I went to the orthodontist on thursday. They gave me a new way to put my rubber bands in. A, I'm not good at putting them in or taking them out that way. B, I can only open my mouth half-way now. C, it hurts. Well, mainly when I put them in or take them out. Or touch my teeth when they're in. Stupid things.


Rueva collapsed onto the ground. There was grass. Real, soft grass. She closed her eyes and breathed it in. It smelled wonderful, felt wonderful after the bleak emptiness of the world-that-was-not-a-world.


Without warning, her grass began vibrating heavily. She looked up, and froze in place. She couldn’t believe her eyes.


All around her were towering structures, which looked to be made out of silver, taller than the tallest trees she had ever seen. She was dumbfounded at the number of them, too—in every direction there were rows upon rows of these unnatural things. She searched for some more nature, something as comforting as the grass had first been, but could find only a couple of young trees in the middle of a perfectly crafted brick path, which itself was swarming with people. To her left, there was a road, but it was solid and red, and it was carrying strange-looking wagons that moved by themselves at incredible speeds. She wanted to plunge her face back into the grass, and she did so for a while, but it didn’t help. She knew that world was out there. At last she sat up, and tried to take in her surroundings.


She looked around again. It wasn’t all that bad, really. At least it was clean.



I just felt like posting a bit of my story. I copy/pasted it. Yes, I used Control-Insert. I like it better, dammit.