Cool Stuff I Can't Have

Some people don't believe me when I say that I have my money spent long before I even earn it. Not that at my current state I am not only broke, I owe people money.

Sometime before the end of the cold-weather-ness I want to get this kick-ass Flogging Molly shirt. It's black. It's Flogging Molly. It has a pirate ship. What more could you possibly want, apart from the money to buy it?

But I'm in dire need of some new t-shirts when the time comes for warm weather. First off is a nice Shards 'O Glass Freeze Pops t-shirt. I can't explain why I like this. But I do.

And you can't go hunting in Caves of Evil without an 3v1l l337 t-shirt. I've always wanted this thing. ;-; And maybe a few other Megatokyo t-shirts, too... Which reminds me, I also need to buy Megatokyo Book 2.

I can't count the number of cool things at ThinkGeek. If only I was rich. Damn you, Bill Gates.

At the bottom of tonight's list, which does not make it most or least important, is the Red Vs. Blue DVD. Hey, people keep asking me what this Red Vs. Blue thing is. I need to be able to show them it's awesomeness.

Also needed; many video games.

Sooooo. You guys all have Paypal accounts, right? Right?

Disclaimer: Today's post was a total cop-out, but at least provided you with some links to entertaining stuff that I really do want. By reading this, you are signifying you agree to purchase me one, two, or all of the aforementioned items.

Hola Is Spanish For Hello

But you knew that. Moving on.

Does anybody else find it nearly impossible to say "Have a nice day" without forcing it?
I can't help it. There's something about that phrase. Have a nice day. It just sounds guilty to me. Like how after being served at a fast-food place or something, they'll say "Have a nice day." But if the food was really good, you'd obviously have a nice day anyway, and they'd say something like "I'm glad I could brighten your day with these bits of greasy goodness." But no. "Have a nice day."

Are they covering for something? Does that really mean "You're slowly dying because of what I've given you--regardless, I hope that you enjoy the rest of this day as it could be your last." There's a reason you always see parodies saying something like, "This space colony will self destruct in three minutes. Have a nice day." It's 'cause they feel BAD.

And that's why I can't work at McDonald's. The overwhelming guilt. Ok, that's not really it. It's really because I can't bring myself to say that damn phrase. Oh, sure, I can type it, but speaking it and meaning it is another manner entirely. Hell, I even have a problem responding, "You too" when people say it to me. It feels too much like a trap. They lure you in, wishing you a 'good day.' THEN you wish the same to them and they'll just happen to bring up something that would brighten their day up (i.e. backbreaking labor, done by you) and since you want them to have such a good day, you're forced to help make that goal come true.
Luckily, you can throw it in their face that in order for you to have a good day, you must at all costs avoid manual labor. As long as they're slower than you, your "You too" will have no effect!

So. Who here still thinks I've retained any sanity?

Don't all speak up at once.

Right. Anywho. I finished Conspiracy.com. Pretty good book. I love this quote--it's not direct, since I don't remember what page it's on, but it's something like this--"Two things are certain in this country. One is that you will die. The other is that you pay taxes. That puts the IRS right up there with death as the most feared thing in the U.S. Now, you can cheat the FBI. You can dodge the CIA. But nobody--I mean nobody--fucks with the IRS." It's entertaining to see that from an IRS worker's point of view. 'Specially one who seemed so meek earlier on. Those IRS workers mean business.

There was another good quote, but I can't remember it off-hand. That sucks.

Right. So anyway. What else shall I ramble about.
Um.
Yeeeeeeeeeeeah. I don't really know.
Hm...................

Well. Friday I'm going to Martin's. It's supposed to be to get work done on English project/collaborative story thing, but John's bringin over the PS2 multi-tap and I my laptop, so little will probably be accomplished.

And Saturday! Saturday is going to kick so much ass.
...fine, I'm not really doing anything Saturday. But man, if I did....

Maybe I'll get started on those world domination plans I've got stored away.
No, wait, I lost those. Crap.
WHY Nick did you send your X-Box in for repairs. I could really go for a Halo LAN party. Or even regular multiplayer non-LAN. Wonder when he'll actually have a day off McDonald's (o.O Funny how I come back to fast food...) so that I can go get shot a lot.

Meh. I need caaaaaash. I need jooooob. I need video gaaaaaames. ;-;

Well, I suppose I don't really need them. BUT I WANT THEM. A lot. And maybe some other stuff. Like...a candy bar. And a girlfriend. And a nuclear submarine. I'll stop now.

I've been thinking more about this summer lately. Next year, I really want to cruise around the U.S. and visit all my close on-line friends. I'm not sure if I will--but I really want to. But in a year and some-odd months I might not be in contact with them. I'm hoping maybe this summer I can at least get to see a few who live close to this state. Of course, most of them don't. Alabama, for example, is not a close state. Iceland is just out of the question.

But I might get to, anyway.

Oh! Also, I might be going to Florida in March. According to Dawn, Sue will kill me if I don't meet her while I'm there.
Yeah. I don't have even a small bit of a clue HOW I'm going to get that to work out. But ya never know. =D Maybe if I wasn't on the internet so much I'd actually know whether or not she was trying to call and I could maybe work out details. Stupid me.

I could keep rambling, but I don't think anybody's still reading. Bye.

Another Quiz!

Dude. Put down the gun. I was kidding.

But I may as well just find a few more of those survey things to do. It's not like I have an interesting life to write about or anything. Sure, sure, I could be all, "So theeeeen I went to English. We discussed what we read and then watched a movie. I very nearly fell asleep during the movie but I managed to fight to keep awake." Yeah. That's exciting.

On the other hand, I figure it's pointless to have this blog if I'm not going to ever put anything it it. (Not that it really matters, since nobody seems to be commenting recently. *cough*)

So anyway. I got to thinking this morning--and how I managed to actually remember it now has got to be devine intervention of some sort--about people who say that they're a good judge of character.

How do you really know? What you see of a person could be a complete opposite of their true character. It could be a mask. And it could also perfectly describe them.

Try this sometime. Anywhere you go, look at complete strangers, and try to determine what they're thinking. You'll never be able to tell. Picture this. You walk in to the gas station. As you enter, a woman is leaving. She holds the door open for you and flashes a smile as you walk by. Why did she smile? Is she in a good mood? Is she just being polite? Is she trying to hide something?
Now you're inside, scanning the wide variety of candy bars to pick the one you'll be snacking on for the drive home. The clerk's watching you. Is he suspicious of that coat that seems to have several easy-to-conceal pockets? Is it just that there's nobody else in the store, and he's bored? Does he know you from somewhere? Is he really staring at you, or has he been glancing around and you've only noticed when he looked at you?

You've ran into two people so far and there's already an endless possibility. You can't possibly know what's happened in their lives to make them who they are. You don't know if they're being themselves, or trying to be somebody else. Suppose now somebody else has entered the store. He's got a mohawk, piercings, he fits the typical "punk" stereotype. As you pass him on the way to the checkout, he gives a nod in your direction. You don't know anything about this kid yet, but there's probably already a part of your mind that's trying to fit him into a category.

All this considered, I have to wonder a few things. First off, I can't help but wonder what the other strangers think of me. If they think about what I just made you think about, or if they just dismiss me as another person without identity. Then I have to wonder how anybody can be a good judge of character when there's so much that's unknown.

I used to think that I was a good judge of character. In a way, I suppose I still think that to a certain degree. But I'm not so sure anymore, and I've been trying to put less and less faith in 'guesses' about what a person is like. The only way to really know is by knowing them--and even then--do you really know?

Two In A Row; I'm Really Bored.

I've got another twenty minutes to kill before Andromeda comes on, so I'm doing another one. =p (You know you love me anyway. <3)

1. FIRST NAME: Chris
2 .WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? A dude who makes mattresses. But a really cool dude who makes mattresses.
3. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? Not anymore.
4. WHICH FINGER IS YOUR FAVORITE? Yay for opposable thumbs--we make the other animals jealous.
5. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Beats me. Probably when I started coughing so hard a few days ago that I could hardly breath.
6. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? It sucks.
7. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? Ham!
8. ANY BAD HABITS? Several.
10.IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I'd probably kill me. o.O;;
12. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL? Mm-hmm. But I try not to do that.
13. DO LOOKS MATTER? More than I wish they did.
14. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER? Um...I don't. x.o
15. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME? Probably Cody's house.
16. DO YOU TRUST OTHERS EASILY? Not really.

((Is anyone other than me noticing there are some numbers missing here? o.O;; ))

18. WHAT CLASS IN SCHOOL DO YOU THINK IS TOTALLY NOT IMPORTANT? Computer Lit. >.>
19. DO YOU HAVE A JOURNAL? Um...duh?
20. DO YOU USE SARCASM? Never!
21. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT? No. They scare me. o.o
22. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL? It helps that they like me. *nod*
23. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? I'm not telling you.
25. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Heh, no.
26. DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE STRONG: Nope.
27. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR: Chocolate chip with teh cookie dough. =9
28.YOUR SHOE SIZE? 9.5.
29. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOURS? Black....grey?
30. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE? I don't know. o.O
31. WHO DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW? A few people.
32. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE YOU SEND THIS TO, TO SEND IT BACK? I'm not exactly sending this...but yes. EVERYONE WHO READS THIS MUST FILL IT OUT. Ha.
33. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? "Zion" by Fluke.
34.WHATS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? I haven't eaten a thing yet today. o_o;
35. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Um...Nick.
36. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX? Depends.
37.DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? I didn't really have it sent to me, I more stole it...
38. HOW ARE YOU TODAY? Eh.
39. FAVORITE DRINK? Lemonade?
40. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK? Not really fond of any of them.
41. FAVORITE SPORTS? Sports. Blah.
42. HAIR COLOUR? Brown.
43. EYE COLOUR? Blue.
44. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? Nope.
45.SIBLINGS? None.
46. FAVORITE MONTH? June.
47. FAVORITE FOOD? Right now, just about anything. *Hungry* o.o
48. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Oh! Um. That movie. About that thing that happened. With the title that I can't remember.
49. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR? February 29th. It's all rare 'n stuff.
50. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT? Me? 'Course not. *eyeroll*
51. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy movie with scary ending. >=D
52.SUMMER OR WINTER? Neither. YAY FOR SPRING.
53. HUGS OR KISSES? Kisses. (We speak of Hershey's candies, no?)
54. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS? Haven't really done either, so...
55. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? YOU.
56. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? The guy reading this over your shoulder. Oh, he's telling me to be quiet because he doesn't want you to know he's the-...whoops. Nevermind. I was...uh...kidding...
57.WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Conspiracy.com.
60. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Um...Becker...Street Smarts..Blind Date...
61. FAVORITE SMELLS? RAIN. But not mildew-y rain. Good rain.
62. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP? I'm going back to sleep.
63. Are you too shy to tell a guy/girl you like him/her? Wasn't this...asked? o.o Am I confused?
64. White or Black? Grey.
65. Are you shy or outgoing? Pretty shy.
66. Would you ever ask a guy/girl to dance? Probably not.
67. Do you like somebody right now? Actually, no. o.o;;
68. Would you ever tell him/her? If I liked anyone, I wouldn't. I suck.
69. What kind of music do you listen to? Good music.
70. Slow dances or Fast dances? Slow?

I'm listening to Eiffel 65 right now. Weird stuff.

A Quiz To Entertain The Masses

Also entitled: I'm Too Damn Lazy To Do Anything Else.

How many potatoes do you eat in a week?
Um...one?

How many of your friends do you utterly despise?
I don't utterly despise my friends. I utterly despise some of their friends, tho'. o.o

How many times have you been in love?
Ok, think of the BIGGEST NUMBER YOU CAN THINK OF. Now, subtract it by itself.

What is the purpose of life?
42.

Are you more of a creator, or a destroyer?
I create things, then get bored and destroy them.

If you were a weapon of war, what kind of weapon of war would you be?
Um...landmine?

Are you a virgin?
Mm-hmm.

Are you Male or Female?
Male.

What is your favorite brand/type of cheese?
Curds. >=D

What is the most dangerous drug you've taken?
Um...sleeping pill? o.O;;

What is the most illegal thing you've ever done?
Sped. Illegal U-turn. Had one of those lights in my car. All my lawbreaking is done while driving. =p

What is the longest word in the english language? (it's not Antidisestablishmentarianism):
Doesn't matter to me. I'll just make up one with a few more letters. >=D

How would you describe being in love?
I wouldn't.

Is there anyone you would die for?
I don't know. The situation hasn't presented itself yet.

Kill for?
Same as the last question.

Does love have to go both directions for it to be true love?
I'd think so.

Have you ever considered joining the military?
I've considered NOT joining the military. o.O

Who is your favourite parent?
The one that doesn't drink and smoke. Guess.

How many siblings do you have?
Nada. >=D

What is the most trouble you've ever been in with your parents?
I don't know.

Who do you respect the most?
People. Not all people, 'course. In fact, not many people...

Summer or Winter?
Neither. >.< I hate extreme temps.

Pepsi or Coke?
Coke > Pepsi, but Pepsi Products > Coke Products.

Boxers or Briefs?
Wouldn't you like to know.

Pro-Life or Pro-Choice?
It's circumstantial. As far as I'm concerned, it's murder.

Why do you bother doing these surveys?
I'm bored. ;-;

Black Friday Rule. >=D

Aquafina: The Underwater City

That's why they have bottled water from there. Also; Ice Mountain cheats. OF COURSE you have water when the entire mountain is made out of ice. Stupid cheaters.

You'll never believe what I did. o.o No, not THAT. They made me promise never to do that again. No, silly, I actually went and wrote a little something. It's a pretty short story (Note: "pretty short" story, NOT "pretty short story". Please continue.) entitled "The Short Career of Mikkip Shamir." It's cool 'cause it rhymes. (Actual story does not rhyme.) This just goes to show that if a certain Teenamite would bug me about writing more often, I'd get much more done.

SO LET'S SEE. I was planning to be in bed by midnight and it's now a minute after, according to this clock. Either way, that's pretty good timing. Usually when I start writing something, it's like, "Ok, I'll stop at midnight." Then, at 3 in the morning, "Ok, I'm now too tired to see what I'm typing." But tonight I made a deadline and I MET THAT DEADLINE. Be proud of me, for it's probably the only deadline I'll be meeting for a while.

The lathargic alien is so cool.

Well it's late so YET AGAIN I must end this post without posting the thing that I've been wanting to post for a while now and I COULD post it now, but it's a semi-serious post and this is far from seriousness and I seriously think the seriousness would be lost if I put it in a post lacking seriousness SUCH AS THIS ONE.

Anyone know why I've been CAPITALIZING so many words lately? I blame Gab.

Gab sucks, btw. She sucks a lot. >=D

There Is No Spork

Sporks are funny utensils.

But this isn't about sporks. That's right, I'm doing another survey thing. I e-mailed one out, so I'm doing the other one here. Yay for you, right?

1. Ever been so drunk you blacked out? If I have, then I don't remember. >.> <.<
2. Ever Been Missing? My mind has gone missing for large periods of time, yes...
3. Been hurt emotionally? Who hasn't?
4. Kept a secret from everyone? Probably.
5. Had an imaginary friend when you were young? Yes, I still d-...did...when I was young. Yeah. >.>
6. Wanted to hook up with a friend: No comment. (If you've ever visited my blog before, this should be quite obvious.
7. Had a crush on a teacher: No.
8. Ever thought an animated character was hot: Not really. (Man, if only she were real...) *Snicker* Kidding.
9. Had a New Kids On the Block tape: No...once had the board game. (I WAS YOUNG! I LIKED BOARD GAMES! I didn't know. ;-; )
10. What was the last new movie you saw? Uhm. Bandits, I think.
11. Wearing: Jeans. (No shirt. *teh gasp* It's hot in here. Damn laptop.)
12. Eating: Not a thing.
13. Thinking about: My head hurts. I should be asleep.
14. Who have you known the longest of your friends? Merril.
15. Who's the loudest of your friends? Hm...
16. Who do you go to for advice: Depends on the subject.
17. Who do you cry to? Nobody. ('Cause when it's colder, I feel much better, when I cry on my own shoulder, I just throw on a sweater and go...)
18. Worst feeling: I'm not sure. There are a bunch of really shitty ones out there.
19.Who will respond to this the fastest? Uhm. I'm not sending it out.
20. Who did you send this to that will not reply? NOT. SENDING.
21. What time did you go to bed last night? Um...2:30-ish.

-THE LAST 24 HOURS--------

1. Cried: Uhm. Sorta. I ended up coughing so hard I started tearing up.
2. Worn a Skirt: God no.
3. Met Someone New: Don't believe so.
4. Cleaned A Room: Sort of.
5. Done laundry: Nope.
6. Drove a Car: Yes!

-------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------

1. Yourself: No. =p I suck.
2. Your friends: Usually. They tend not to suck.
3. Santa Claus: No. He's NOT REAL. *Crushes the hopes and dreams of millions of children*
4. Tooth Fairy: She's not real, either. *Crushes more of their dreams*
5. Destiny/Fate: No. What happens doesn't happen because it's meant to. What happens happens because we choose to make it so.
6. Angels: I'm not sure. Definitely not in the image we now seem to have about "angels"...that they're all white beings that have wings and wear halos. But in another aspect, I do, I suppose.
7. Ghosts: Nope. Once you're dead, you're dead.
8. UFOs: Nope. In fact, later on, I'll treat you to my UFO theory. *Snicker*
9. God: Yep. There's no way there was just this big random EXPLOSION and suddenly EARTH APPEARS and after a MILLION TRILLION TRILLION GOOGLE ZILLION YEARS life just suddenly SPROUTS and then EVOLVES over A MILLION TRILLION MILLION YEARS into HUMANS. And then everybody stops evolving.

The end! And now, as promised, my UFO theory. If you see a black van pull into my driveway, you know I was RIGHT.

I'm arwingtech. Obviously.
arwingtech: 'k. Everybody's all freakin' out about how they SAW one but the government is COVERING IT UP, right?
bolt_kit: Yar.
arwingtech: But if the gov't wanted to cover something up, they'd do a better job, one would think.
arwingtech: See, my theory, is that all these UFO things are built by the government, then "sent out" to all these random places, and some are made to look as though they're crashing or threatening or something. They make sure that a few people see them, and report them.
arwingtech: Then they cover it up, and say they don't have a clue what the people are talking about. Then the people get talking, and they think there's a bigger picture. That ALIENS are THREATENING OUR PLANET.
arwingtech: Meanwhile, the government just watches the dudes flip out while they do the real thing they want to cover up in peace without anyone knowing. o.O
arwingtech: They want to do a super-secret missile test? Who would ever find out, if a UFO just -happened- to be floating overhead that VERY MOMENT?
arwingtech: *shot*

But First, I Must Apologize.

I bet nobody got that Seraph reference. Stupid non-Matrix fans. You guys should be so ashamed of yourselves.

Yeah. So anyway. Sorry for not blogging 'n whatnot. But there's nothing to blog about. o.O I mean, yeah, I could go on and on about how I should be writing, but that didn't really get me anywhere before. In fact, the only time I actually wrote something was when I decided that mayyyybe if I stopped complaining and started doing, something would get done. And as it turned out, I was right. (Don't worry. I won't make this into a habit. I promise. I know how much you all hate it when I accomplish things.)
Or I could rant about TV, since one day I was thinking about doing that. Like maybe saying how much I like shows such as The OC, and asking how shows like "Celebrity Spelling Bee" even get on the air. (It's a fucking spelling bee. How is this exciting?)
Orrrr I could once again point out the overdramaticness of your average American teenager. (I, of course, am exempt from this. Heheh. Stop looking at me like that. >.> <.<...Look! A distraction!) It's like ohmigod this thing happened and then no fucking way this other thing happened and it was like nooo. (I will never do that again.) Anyway. It never ceases to amaze me how many people can forget all the things in life that don't suck. Y'know. Like not starving on a daily basis. Like having the internet so you can talk with your totally cool and awesome friend Chris. Like not living with the constant threat of having a big-ass bomb land on your roof. There's no reason to act like your life is just the absolute worst just because something that applies only to a small portion of your life went wrong. Instead of letting other people run your life like that, you could just focus on the things that don't suck. I mean, sure, basically everybody forgets about the bright side from time to time. But when it's all somebody focuses on, it starts getting ridiculous. Bottom line--things don't always go right. Deal with it.
I could even blog about how I've been getting really into Voice chatting, despite the fact that I've barely been able to say anything while doing it because my parents don't fully grasp the concept and think that I'm talking to my computer or something. But yeah. It's fun. (Hearing somebody laugh after typing something makes it a lot more enjoyable. =D)

But I'm not blogging about any of that. Nope.

So what am I blogging about?

Why, musicalness, of course. (You should have realized that that was the next topic.) Lately I've been trying to find some more easy guitar tabs so I can attempt to get better at that. I've got the guitar, just lookin for the talent. (*snicker* Ignore the writing on the shade in that picture. It's highlighter, written there once when a friend brought over his highlighter. Also ignore the odd look on my face.)

Really, I shouldn't be doing anything at all on guitar. It's tenor sax that I should be concentrating on. Solo Ensemble is in six weeks and I've barely even looked at my solo. That first place I got last year? Yeah, it's about to get covered up by the fourth I get this year. Stupid class A hard music. -.-; (I finally settled on "Rhapsody" by Caeser Giovannini, btw. It's too hard for me, and it was the easiest one I had to choose from. I should be practicing this about 2 hours a day. Ever day.
I practiced for about 10 minutes. Yesterday.
I'm fucked.

Oh, I almost forgot. Happy Corporate-Endorsed Love-Themed Merchandising Day!

Mood: Odd
Music: Whatever Drake plays. (Yeah...Bruce Lee)
Book: Conspiracy.com, by...a...writer....>.>...

Meh.

We'll start out with Saturday. Saturday =/= meh. Saturday = good. Saturday > Sunday.

Saturday I went to Merril's to have a painter's reunion. Yeah. That sounds fun. Ok, lemme explain. Last year for English, we had to make demonstration videos. Nikki did hers on how to paint a room, and Merril's was on making pudding. Martin and I assisted 'n stuff. It sounds very boring. But the projects turned out to be quiet halarious and chock-full of inside jokes. When we watched them in class, the four of us were constantly cracking up and the rest of the class just gave us this "O.o;;" look.
But I digress. (You know, I don't honestly know what that word means, but it's fun to say "but I digress.") The reunion was just an excuse for the four of us to watch 'em again and make fun of each other again. And make fun of Merril we did. I mean, each other. *cough* Later on we watched half of Shrek (between robot fights and going upstairs) and after Nikki left the three of us watched Dreamcatcher. Martin hates scary movies, so it was pretty funny. (And the movie was good too.) Now, there's a part in that movie where a cop-type-guy gets taken over by Mr. Grey or whatever. (I missed it, so I'm not really sure about this.) Right before that part, a cop came and asked me to move my car, because I had it parked in traffic. (Ok, the way Merril's house is, there's really only a spot for two cars to park and be out of the way. And Nikki got there first, so I sorta did the best I could.) Anyway, my car is easily affected by the cold, and every window except for the windshield was completely frosted. On the inside. So rather than back up and hit Merril's vehicle, I figured I'd just drive around the block real quick. (It would have taken just as long to try and defrost the back window.) The cop left just before I did, so from the house, it looked like I was following the guy. So they're already freaking out thinking I was asked to come with him or something. Then that part of the movie was on. So then when I came around the block and walked in, they were all freaked out that the cop was one of them and got to me. o.O;;; (I love my weird friends.) Martin was armed with a broom and Merril had scissors. I was scared. But I managed to convince them I was human (Well, as human as I usually am...) and we finished watchin' the movie. Went home, did my typical night-into-morning internet stuff, watched Spaceballs (It was on. Funny stuff.)slept.

Now here comes Sunday. Sunday < Saturday. Sunday = teh sux.
It didn't start out all bad. Got up (a bit too early, mind you, it wasn't even noon.) ahd after a while played Enter the Matrix. I knew that somebody would call during it. Saturday, I had the game in maybe a minute before Merril called. It took about five minutes today, but sure enough, Lacy calls. After a while I ended up going to her house with Martin and hanging out for a while. Came home (I should have just stayed there, really.) and did...well...nothing.
And that's been my entire night. A shitload of nothing. No, no, I take that back. There's been a bit of moping, followed by boredom, followed by more moping. With lots and lots of nothing in between.

To make matters worse, I'm supposed to be writing. What it is doesn't matter. But I'm supposed to be writing. I've told people I would, and I haven't. And I don't know why I can't.
But tonight, when I shut off my computer and try to sleep, I guarantee a perfectly structured story or part of one will come into my head. But if I was to try to write down, it would explode into a million tiny pieces, as all of my ideas seem to do whenever I have means to write them down. -.-

I'm getting so sick of this.

Time, Ye Hath Flowneth By. So Slowly, Yet So Quickly.

Originally titled "To-Do List," but I wanted something that made less sense.

So. Here's the stuff I gotta do. In no particular order.

Write Stuff
Y'know. Stories 'n poems 'n the like. I've got a bunch of ideas that need to be typed. Or written. Or written, then typed.
Status: Um...being procrastinated.

Blog!
Post an entry. Like this one.
Status: In progress; will be done by the time you read this.

Finish Blog Layout
Because it really needs work.
Status: Majorly procrastinated. Maybe next week?

Pick a Solo
Class A, Tenor sax solo. I've gotta pick one for contest, but they're all so harrrrrrd. ;-;
Status: I've narrowed it down from about 10 to 3, so far.

Other shtuff.
There's a lot of other things I need to do. >.o
Status: First, I need to remember that they are. Status on that....unknown.

Well anyway. Since I haven't posted all week, here it is--this week in review.

Monday
...Er...I don't really remember what happened, Monday. But I do know that I've never heard the words "Janet Jackson" so many times...ever. Honestly, why is that such a big deal? Celebrities are just like other people. Some of them are really weird, and want to be naked in front of thousands and thousands of people. Keep in mind, there was someone who was completely naked and running around. But he's not going to be sued, I bet.

Tuesday
Tuesday, Tuesday...what happened Tuesday? There was a snow day. Ok, not really, just a 2 hour delay. ...Or was that Wednesday?

Wednesday
Yeah. Wednesday came, Wednesday left. If something happened, I've sadly forgotten it.

Thursday
Gar. I can't even remember what happened Thursday. And it was something I wanted to mention, too. Eh. Oh well.
Oh! Right. I went on a cd-burning spree and finally burned Creed and New Found Glory (Got them both back in October, I believed, and have hardly listened to either), Three Days Grace (December, I believe) and Hoobastank (January-ish.) I also finally listened to the Blink182 cd I got sometime nearly a year ago.

Friday
Another two hour delay, but school sadly continued as usual. I opted not to go to the dance tonight, because, well, it's a dance. Teh blah. We got to play with Dominoes in Physics today (and yesterday!) tho'. It was teh fun.

Saturday
It's Saturday now. I...um...blogged?

Also--I need people to yell at me to write. (Teena's specialty. Hint hint.) Kristen got on my case a bit tonight, which is good. Obviously, I can't motivate myself very well, so threats of violence from others might do the trick. (Although it didn't work well back when Mellie was trying me to ask a certain someone a certain question. *Snickers*) Anyway. Maybe if I'm up late enough I'll write a 'lil something. Don't count on it though.

The Super Nacho Bowl

Woooohoo. (Note sarcastim.)
Y'know, it strikes me that as more Super Bowls pass, the commercials continue to become funnier, and the halftime show continues to get suckier.

This, of course, is directly related to terrorism. Pop music is often used as a method of torture against terrorists. Now, we know that they won't blow up the stadium right away--after all, some people will get there late. Besides, they wanna watch football too. Thus, halftime seems like the perfect time for the place to go boom. National Security knows this, so they contact crappy 'musicians'--I wince as I use this term for them--to perform during halftime. The terrorists see this, and run like terrified little puppies. Although thier brain says "Push the button! Blow up that Timberlake thing!" Their legs say, "Fly you fool! Fly!"

((Random note: I had to fix the spelling of the word "their" three seperate times in the above paragraph.))

Saturday night I went over to Damian's 'n played video games 'n stuff. And I finally got Enter the Matrix back.

((Random note 2: Still single. Still unhappy about said fact because, according to my grandmother, I should have a girlfriend by now, and should be keeping it a secret from my parents. She's determined that this is true, anyway. Thanks, grandma. Rub it in. -_-; ))

Also, I put off something that I was thinking about posting here Friday night. Tonight, I'm putting it off as well, because it's tired, and I'm late. I mean, it's late, and tired I'm. Er...used too much Syberia playing time.

Ok, that's it. To sleep I bed.