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688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 29,September,2003 | Hi. No, life didn't give me any real lemons today, I just wanted to say that. And I did. No, I didn't make it up either. But I guess it applies to me. When I get lemons I'm not often one to complain. But I'm also not one to make lemonade out of it. No, I just shut the hell up and eat my lemons. Yeah. Just thought I'd share that. But lets see, tuesday. Tuesday, as some of you might know, is always a good day because its a short day at school. That means I only have five classes and school starts at 9:25. If you're a keen reader (lol, yeah right) then you would me remember me mentioning something about leadership studies this morning. remember, I used it as a segue (thats segue, not segway...people commonly confuse these words...the latter is a fail transportation device, the former being a device used to provide transisition between two topics [face_geek]) to lead into the whole college/depression thing. Which, btw, wasn't that bad. That was alot of exageration and misguided hate on my part. My parents aren't THAT dumb. But whatever, moving on: leadership studies. In case you were sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what would happen then I'll tell you that I didn't go. Yeah. Didn't seem interesting. So yeah, moving on. Today, during my religion class I drew this: (if the picture doesn't work drag it into your address bar or something) Yeah, I was extremely bored. I hate that class. So I sat there drawing circles. Lots of circles. You see, its a comparitive religions class. And we're learning tribal religions. Guh, not very interesting. The worst part about the class though is the teacher. I hate her. You see, its a compartive religions class (I just said that). That is to say that we're learning about other religions. Heathen religions if you will. And the teacher is a former missionary. She just got the job a few weeks ago. So before this job she was missionaring (sp?). That is to say her former job was to convert people of heathen religions. Now her job is to teach said heathen religions. Kind of ironic. And it says something about the way in which the religions are taught. Here's an example. You see, as I said we're learning about tribal religions. To teach us about tribal religions, she brought in a video that she had filmed herself. The video was a video of tribal people in South America performing a Christian festival of some sort. They were doing the sign of the cross and saying the our father. Doing christian stuff. And that was her way of teaching tribal religions. Anyway, whatever. I was carrying it in my hand because I forgot to put it in my backpack on the way to english class and when I came into class I just set it on my desk and restarted the ongoing conversation me and some friends were having about whale fornication. More on that later. So it was sitting on my desk and my english theater thought it was art. Like it had a meaning. A purpose. A message. A theme. Maybe the small bubbles were being crushed in the opression of the large bubbles but were uniting to cover more space then them? Thats what she thought. But no I said, I just drew them in religion because I had nothing to do. Then class went on. English is actually pretty fun. I thought it'd be tough because its accelerated but its not. We dont do much in class at all. Just sit. And talk. And laugh. And make fun of the really annoying jewish girl. But thats it. The written assignments are hard though. Back on subject though, whale fornication. You see yesterday I was talking to awtrules and he said that whales actually have a slit. (male whales). And out of the slit comes their uhm, equipment. Its supposed to look like two fists joined together coming out of a vagina. Thats what he explained. Makes sense. That settles that. I was kind of close with my puch theory. The only remaining mystery though is WHERE they do it. I mean do they come up to the surface? Because then it'd be pretty well documented you'd think. Or do they do it underwater? Well whales need to come up for air. So maybe not. Then again, maybe whales are kind of impotent and can't do it for too long. Or maybe to do it in a cave? But nah they'd be too big. ANd if they do do it underwater wouldn't they cause splashing and waves? And wouldn't it make noise? Yeah, that'd be wierd. Hmm. So yeah, nothing else much really happened today. Which kind of makes me think, what the hell will I right? This morning, on my way to school I was thinking of what this could possibly be about. My life isn't that exciting. Well it is occasionally. But definately not now. So what would I write about now? Just garbage like all that I guess. I kept thinking of cool stuff that COULD happen that I COULD right about. Which got me to thinking of making stuff out. Then I stopped myself. Whoa. There's the Jayson Blair thought process. Thats what mediapeople go through when they run out of stories. 'Dammit are you SURE nothing interesting is happening? hmm...are you SURE there's none of this and that? Whatever, put it down anyway.' And thats what I contemplated doing. But no. I haven't sunk that low. Yet. So yeah, hmm, plans for the rest of the day. Nothing much. Just homework. French. Calculus. History. Oh and I was just looking at the TV click and it says that american history x will be on today. I've seen it before (no really ansaf, I have) but I think I'll watch it again. Its probably not the best movie to watch on network telivision (probably all censored and cut up) but it'll give me something to watch while doing busywork. Yep. There's a plan. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 29,September,2003 | I'll take this oppurtunity to rape up the ass some of the quaint (I've been using that word alot lately) and peaceful historical myths that we've all come to grow up around. If you're in my history class this will seem irrelevent and you'll think I'm lame for posting them here . But I'll do so anyway. I just urlLink posted them on IGN . And need content. So yeah, some myths: The first English colonies were succesful because of tobacco and subjugation of the natives not because of help from Squanto and his indian buddies. Every colony employed slavery, not just the rednecks in the south. Thats the very reason America was even succesful in the first place. Columbus was a greedy and cruel bastard who had no idea what he had discovered for his entire life. The pilgrims were just as religiously intolerant as the people they were escaping. George Washington was a bad military commander. heh, I discussed history in almost all of my entires so far. :/ And another thing. Its interesting how those sentences panned out. Notice how they decrease in length. Its symettric. And absolutely unintentional. I wonder why that is? Is it because I'm a naturally mathmetical person who's always looking for mathmatical patters in their life and therefore subconsciously establishes mathmatical patterns? Or is it something else? I think it might be something else. If you take a look at it it might have to do with fatigue. Maybe I got tired with each sentence. Maybe with each passing sentence I got more tired and so shortened my sentences to make it easier for me. Maybe I gained the ability to express my thoughts clearly through practice with each sentence. That then doesn't explain other patterns that I sometimes encounter when dividing up long messages in aim. That just explains the one above. For example, there's this pattern in which each sentence GROWS and then reaches a maximum point and then shortens. I encountered this last weekend while talking to tornado/jables/joey/fizban/dirty-jew. After some research adn thought, I made some conclusions. I theorized that as you typed and typed your hands got more attuned to typing. Your hands were warming up, you're able to type faster. More things are typed. As this happens, your hands begin to tire. You begin to reach the maximum point. The point of most effectiveness. The climax. The point of most pleasure. The orgasm if you will. At that point you've maxed. You can't go on any further. Well you can but not with that efficiency. You've depleted your stamina. And posting slows down. And plummets. Until you're as slow as where you started. In that process though you gain more strength. And things begin to go faster. And things begin to come easier. And the cycle begins again. That's one possibility. Another is that its just pure chance. That would make more sense. We'll go with that. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 28,September,2003 | hi. so, its monday. It was a pretty big day at school today for me. Had that huge Chem test I talked about yesterday. It was pretty tought. I guess on a lot but I think I guessed right. We'll see. Then there was the essay test. Studied my fucking ass off for it. Did a lot of studying during my prep period and lunch. It helped. I think I did okay. Used up every minute but I think I did good. The question was harder then I planned for but I think I did good. My hand hurt like hell though. Fifty five minutes of straight writing. Not like you care. Who are you anyway? I wonder if anyone reads this. And if they do how would I know? Maybe they'll complain about how dumb it is on AIM. 'What's the point?' they might ask. 'So, do you really expect anyone to read?' No, I guess. I don't. It's a journal. But its published. Perhaps no one will read it, perhaps alot of people will read it. What matters is that I wrote it. And that I'm reading it. but yeah, what else happened at school today? nothing much. We're having our first MUN meeting on wednesday. The person from eugene is coming down to talk. We're electing (which btw rhymes with erecting) officers. We decided on the leadership structure: me as grand master czar who has a three to four man team of bitches under his control. oh, and also each commitee (which there are like nine of) will have their own leaders. So thats that. And we'll figure out embassadors later. We're not worrying about country shit yet. Just comittees. And stuff. There are like eighty people signed up. EIGHTY FUCKING PEOPLE. Didn't expect THAT much support. so, we'll be meeting in the choir room. Or something like that. Should be fun. And nerveracking. I'm not the best public speaker you see. We'll see how it goes. I find myself saying that alot these days. oh and tommorow is leadership studies in the morning. Which I really don't know if I should go to. I mean it means I have to wake up early. But mr hogan says its useful. And good. And it sounds interesting. But waking up. And all that extra work. :/ Might come in useful for MUN though. We'll see how it goes. I have to make the decision. And decisions depress me. As soon as I though to write it I felt sad. :( see, that signifies that I'm sad. speaking of sad, my mom just came in here to depress me with various stuff. stuff about my future and careers and school. about how I'll be a failure in life because I'm not reading my SAT book. Or about how I'll never drive a good car because I'm not looking at colleges yet. Then they'll go into examples stuff about how so ans so person is so great and everything. I'll be buying things from target. Used cars. why? Because history fucking interests me. Instead of law. Instead of medicine. I enjoy history. but everyone who studies those things is a fucking loser. only a twenty thousand salary. no fun ever. can't afford anything they say. This is what I have to deal with. This kind you'll be a fucking failure talk is what I have to put up with just as I deliver four fucking ap classes. Four classes. But no one understands that. Nope. Have to go to HARVARD. MIT. YALE. WTF. WHO GOES THERE? NO FUCKING ONE. But I have to. Out of three hundred fucking thousands there are only three schools that I can go to. No other fucking choices. Any other college and I'm a guaranteed failure. I'm gonna be a car dealer. Insurance agent. If I don't go to hardvard mit or yale. Thats what I have to put up with. here's my dad lecturing me. And my mom sitting here agreeing even though she has no idea what he's talking about. great. this is why I hate my life. I was fine minutes before. but then they came in here and started fucking depressing me. I hate it. I hate it all. But I'll stop talking about it now. I hate talking about it so you probably hate reading about it. So yeah, board stuff. Lets see, the yab thing got big. Thats all I'll say about that. sachit got demodded. And I played urlLink something of a part . I wonder if he'll read this. I wonder if anyone related to him will read this. Maybe it'll just sit here and he'll never know. Or maybe he'll punch his name into google one day while bored in his cubicle overlookign the big artificial lake and see it and go 'heh'. Maybe. Or maybe not. But its something to write about. I guess I in a way affected his demod. I guess not. Who cares? He sure doesn't. Or at least pretends not to. More important board stuff: awtrules is taking a break. He'll appreciate me writing about him...he always does. He's a good kid (lol kid). We'll see how that goes. I've got my PSAT coming up in a few weeks. Big english term project due monday. That project, btw, is related to the book that you see to the left: interpreter of maladies. I thought it would make me look all sophisticated to have that book there (just like how I pretend to read, understand, and appreciate the new yorker) but in truth its just for school. Its really good though. Really really good. And I can connect to it on a personal level since the stories are about people of desi-origin living in America. Thats me. So, I like it. btw, just in case anyone was wondering, whales fornicate by rubbing themselves against each other. You see, me and a guy in school (a guy who wants to be my gameboy) were having a discussion about how they did fornicate. We couldn't understand. My theory was that the male whale gets horny and releases tons of semen into the ocean. Then later on the female whale just uhm, takes it. And gets pregnant. It made sense. Thats what fish do. And it was hard to imagine whales really having sex in the penetration form we're familiar with. But I was wrong. They do penetrate. And their packages are like meters long. That must be a problem to their aerodynamicness. Must get in the way. Then again, maybe it folds back 180 degrees. That would make sense. Or maybe it just isn't too big when its flacid (hehe flacid, thats a funny word). Perhaps they have a pouch? Now thats a bit of a stretch. Maybe we ought to do more research. Speaking of research, I should probably go do some homework (yeah, right, I'm just gonna sit here after this). Oh and for my blog thing I've got a couple of things planned. For example, one of those 'now playing' things that say what song I'm listening to (wouldn't you be really interested in knowing that I'm listening to Coldplay - A Beautiful World right now? sure you would). Also, maybe a chatbox thing. That can serve as the way I'll get feedback. Like that'll happen. And some other stuff. We'll see. Yep. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 28,September,2003 | yeah, now I'll post about my first day at the ARC, an afterschool center for mentally disabled children. I realize that alot of you have seen this on IGN, and on mrbigggshot's site but I thought I needed some content. Then again, I don't want too much content at once (two entries, I'm such a beast*!). It'll mess up the flow of things. You'll get bored and I'll have nothing to post soon. But its okay. I'll manage. Damn, my daily life is intense. so yeah, before you read my following I just want to say that I got the idea from urlLink tardblog.com . If you take a look at the original tardblog, you'll notice that they have a urlLink FAQ and a urlLink disclaimer that explain their intent. I want you to read that if you have problems with the following. yeah, it might seem offensive but those links should help you understand thats its all in good fun. so yeah, I started volunteering there on September 20th, 2003. The place, as I pointed out earlier is a special extra curricular education facility today: so basically where tards go after school since their unfortunate parents don't want them. It was touching. Believe it or not, one of the tards was laughing at another. For what? For being retarded. You see, it was just after snack time (something each and every one of them looked forward to ALOT...even though all it was was that we took some napkins and dumped like four potato chips on them for each of them) and they were all filing back into the 'activity room'. Now there's this super retarded tard called Marshall that is totally out of it. I've never seen him make contact with anyone. He just sits in the sofa that his mom put him and drools. He has a pipe coming out of his pants. I assume its his diaper apparatus. For the past week, his mother explains, he hasn't been going to school because he's been having seizures. Every day. And on Monday he bit off part of his toungue. Then she explains that they don't medicate him. At all. They don't believe in medicine. Later when I was flipping through the binder about the kid I discovered that in case of an emergency with, after calling 911, we should call a 'Christian Health Official' that the mother had specified. They're one of those orthodox Christians that don't believe in medicine I assumed. Looks like his parents are effing tards as well. Every time you have a seizure your brain breaks down more or something. And the fuckinging tard parents weren't doing anything to prevent it. Anyway, as I was saying, we just came back from snacktime and one of the other workers there had already brought Marshall in. So when I brought the other kids and popped Pooh into the VCR (it was movie day...another highlight of their lives) I noticed Marshall curled up into a ball in the ground. Now I didn't think there was anything wrong it and frankly, I didn't care. Its not like he was missing out on anything. He, by the way, is blind too. I just thought he was lying down or something. Later on though, when my supervisor came in he saw Marshall on the ground and yelled the S word. In front of the tards. He ran to pick him up and was all worried that he fell. As he was picking him up, the tard next to him, Mike started laughing. At Marshall. My supervisor told him (with his latino accent) 'is not funny Mike! Stop laughing. Is not funny. Is not funny.' But Mike kept laughing. And laughed more. I couldn't help but laugh myself. Instead I just stood there thinking 'What the fuck, Mike, you're drooling all over youself as well.' Mike was rocking back and forth, his hands and sweatshirt covered in drool, laughing his ass off. I guess he just didn't get that he was a fucking tard as well. He dropped his glasses. Another one of the tards picked it up. She ran to the heater vent, took off the lid, and dropped them in. And that was my first day with the tards. *heh, I'm listening to Pearl Jam's Do The Evolution now. what does that have to do with anything? I dunno. Why didn't I include it up there? It would ruin the flow. And I wanted to show off my creative use of the *. Yep. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 28,September,2003 | Hi. I'm shakeer. yeah, that's a good way to start. Probably won't get me anywhere but at least it settles a few things. Namely that I'm shakeer. This blog was created on a whim on a boring sunday afternoon (by boring I don't mean eventless, just boring...I have a huge AP Chem exam and AP US History essay test tommorow that I really should be studying for now). I saw some other people doing it and thought I'd do it myself. What makes this one more special then my previous attempts? Well, nothing really. I guess I'm a more mature person right now. yeah, right. I was listening to some good music before this so that might have something to do with it. Some radiohead. A little hives. Some pearl jam. A little mars volta. Even the beatles I think coldplay is next on the playlist. well, not really. But I just wanted to use that oppurtunity to show off my fine tastes in music. There's one item done. You see, I've been looking for ways to creatively expose my fine tastes in music lately. Maybe I should buy a radiohead tshirt. Make a thread on IGN? yeah, that's ambitious. Or I could just write it all down in my internet weblog that will be read by a collection of losers from around the world (okay so just mostly americans, a few canadians and jazzrule over in romania) and even smaller collection of real life friends. But apparantly pouring out my heart and writing things down is good. It'll alow me to express myself. Build my writing skills. Real fucking quaint. We'll see how this goes. Who knows how long this will last? In creating this I deleted all my previous blog entries. I read through them first and marvelled in their irrelevence and stupidty. Wow, my taste in music sure sucked back then. That's probably what this will serve. A few months later I can read it and see, wow I thought Chemistry was hard back then, now its hell. Or, damn, radiohead sucks. Thats what journals are for huh? On that note, I guess I shouldn't have deleted my previous entries. :/ |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 23,October,2003 | I was just about to write something about what happened last night. It was supposed to be really interesting. And depressing. I thought of it as I lay in bed last night. I composed it all neatly. But when I sat here to type it out just now, almost twenty four hours later, my hands went dull. Literally. They just lost energy. I coudln't bring myself to write it all out. I had it in my head. And thats all that seemed to matter. I didn't want to talk about it. I wanted to keep it to myself. And I guess thats okay. Two people in the past week have asked why I have become so cynical as of late. The answer is, I don't know. It could be the stress. It really could. I do not joke when I say that I feel as if I could have a heart attack any moment now. My chest feels like a knot and I think I have an ulcer. That could be it. Maybe not. I don't even know if I really am cynical. I'm really starting to understand things now. Or at least I hope so. Maybe I'm not. Maybe thats just something I'm assuming. Whenever I have a relatively profound thought, I usually think about how much wiser I am now then I used to be. How much I've grown. I'm having that thought again now. But the thing is, one month later I'll read this blog entry and think that it is all wrong. That that can't be. That that was a pretty silly thing to think about. Thinking about the future just made my heart tie another knot. I wonder why that is. I hope I don't have anything worry about. For I know that I have alot of great things to look forward to. I really do. Those who know me will know what we're talking about. How's that for cynical? Well. Wait. I also know that there is alot of bad things that are coming up. Lots of stressful things. And thinking about them makes me feel bad. Really bad. It makes me not want to get up and do my homework. It makes me want to sit here and just surf the internet. But there are the good things. Oh yes, there are the good things. My heart just untied itself. You probably think I'm making this up. I assure you that I am not. Wow. Writing this sure helped me. I feel alot better right now. I think I'm going to go and do some stuff. Which reminds me. I really need some physical activity. That should relieve the stress. A friend suggested that to me today. I want to thank that friend. And I want to thank you all for listening. You're not doing anything but you really are helping. And that makes me smile. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,October,2003 | Yeah, fuck that. Sorry die hard fans, it all ends. Right here. Right now. Okay, I just wanted to say that. Now that that's taken care of I'll say sorry for not updating in a while. I'm just busy/lazy. So yeah. And I don't really have anything to say right now. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 08,October,2003 | Yeah, I just watched 25th hour and you know what, theres really nothing I can say right now about it other then put everything down and find a way to watch it. So yeah, my plans for tonight: fuck my homework, keep my mouth shut and think. oh, and I just found out I'm banned from the ign boards. don't know why yet. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 07,October,2003 | (IGN board stuff, ignore if you don't know/care:) Yesterday, I urlLink fought the system . Because urlLink the system is such a retard, I won. The thing is though, he was right. Well not really. He was right for all the wrong reasons. The homeowrk board is a really bad idea. I mean, when I come onto the boards I usually try not to think of homework. And more often then not, my friends who are actually in my classes will be a better help to me then random people on the internet. Also, a board that relies on homework by itself to survive isn't the best idea. It would fit in CBs. But whatever. It was the principle of the matter. Once you have two 150-signature petitions asking for something, you had better acknowledge it. Even if its a bad idea. Unless you have a really good reason. Which Tal didn't. He's quite the retard. And the fact that he's acting so childish now just proves it. For example, when someone posted urlLink this thread he locked it while somberly noting the spammy state of the board. Then when SemieE made a board about how hard it was to establish this board and how hard me and him worked to do it Tal deleted it. He wants the board to fail so he can delete it and rub it in our faces. Thats why he didn't make a sticky thread detailing all his nazi rules for the board. What a fucker, right? Yeah. Thats what I thought. Me on the other hand, I'm a social activist. I'm fulfilling my civic duty to the boards. I'm a reformist. Vigilante. Watching out for the rest of us. Either that or I'm just that elitist jackass who always posts on Board Issues. Your choice. Enough board stuff. Life stuff. This week looks like it'll be a light one. Relatively light. Lighter then last week. Less big things to worry about. Lots of teachers being sick (THE FAT SUB MADE AN APPEARANCE IN MY HISTORY CLASS TODAY...AND HE WAS STARING AT ME). Its all good. And plus, its a four day week. Plus, Model UN is looking good. Except for the fact that I didn't get to be in the committee I wanted to be in. (n) Also, today was a tragic day. I lost a good friend. A very good friend. His name was Clix. And he was faithful. Trustworthy. Dedicated. And always so cheerful. He was last sighted at 1:48 PM. After that, he was no where to be seen. Today I lost a good buddy my friends. Today I lost my favorite mechanical pencil. Weep with me. So yeah, got some aych que aych double you lined up for tonight. But I don't feel like doing it. I've got a prep period tommorow. We'll see how it goes. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 06,October,2003 | Today was a big day. Had the term project due. The mysterious late night phone call to worry about. And of course, the fact that my blog has reached a slump as of late. All day I fretted over what I would write today. Once again, the Jayson Blair throught process came into play. But I'll stop talking about Jayson Blair. The media stopped making fun of him a few weeks ago. Now its all about Queer Eye for a Straight Guy. (queer rhymes with shakeer!). But nevertheless, I'm running out of content. I don't want this turning into an account of what happened at school, how many times I went to the bathroom, or a vehicle for the augmentation of awtrules' ego. So I've decided that I'll stop publishing. I want my work to be immortalized for what it is. I want to get out of this business while I still can. Before I start producing crap. Oh wait. Who am I kidding? I've been producing crap since day one. Fuck that, I'm continuing. So yeah, nothing much happened today. Or yesterday. A whole bunch of people almost killed themselves because of the term project. I didn't. *slicks back hair* What can I say? Thats what perfection does to you. Also, today was a model un meeting. Its gonna be difficult. In chemistry, we had a sub. He was fat. Fat people are funny. Speaking of fat, I don't get it. I eat alot but am not fat. I eat alot of junk food. So the other day I bought some dumb bells. 15 pounds. I think I'll use them when I watch TV. Then I can become big and strong and beat up all the bullies at school. Today is election day in california. Yeah, I have nothing to say on that except that election rhymes with erection. Also, go Gary Coleman! Oh, and today as I was unpacking my books and assorted study materials from my backpack, I came across a crumpled up note. Not having ever read or written this mysterious note, I was able to conclude that it did not belong to me. Nevertheless it was in my bag. After some consultation and contemplation, I expostulated that while I was hastily packing things into my bookbag so I could rush to my next class I must have shoved it in there, assuming it was mine. So I read it. Its pretty crazy. Read it for yourself: Yeah, it makes no sense. But I love it. Last night I watched Alias. It was my first time I'd watched it ever. And I loved it. Which reminds me, TWENTY FOUR PREMIERS IN TWENTY FOUR DAYS. Yeah. Exciting. I also watched Cold Case. Which was pretty good too. A few weeks ago, I watched Threat Matrix. Pretty cool. Its all exagerated and whatnot and in concordance with my teenage hate for everything 'hollywood' I'll have to say that its really fake and whatnot but I liked it. It was good TV. I think I'm gonna watch Everybody Loves Raymond tonight. And do some homework. Which includes, but is not limited to history and calculus. Sounds like a plan. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 05,October,2003 | Today for breakfast, I had two donuts. You know I have nothing to write about when I write about donuts. They were Krispy Kreme. I warme them up in the microwave for eight seconds each. It gives them that fresh baked taste. Exciting huh? No? Okay then. Here's exciting. This morning, when I was taking a shower (to be precise, the actual thought process began when I was stepping INTO the shower but for the sake of brevity I'll just go with in the shower), I thought of something from my sixth grade. Back when I was in sixth grade this thing happened to me and at the time I was just amazed by its amazingness. I really wanted someone to share it with, some way to express, but never found a way. I really had thought that it would make for a great story, but it was a stupid and meaningless story, who would listen? Now I have an audience for my stupid meaningless stories: this stupid weblog. So here I go. I was in sixth grade (this is when I was living in singapore) and I had just come home from school. I was holding my backpack in my two hands and for some reason the zipper was opened all the way. And I mean ALL THE WAY. Like all the way to the bototm of the bag. So here's what happened. I don't know how but suddenly all the books and stuff in the bag shifted forward. Because the bag was being held by only the back section of the two sections that were produced since it was opened all the way, the books falling on it caused the front section to fall forward. If they fell all the way forward my books would have all fallen out beacuse they were pushing down it and gravity would have caused a fall. At this point there was only two things I could do. Suddenly make a grab for the second section or watch them all fall and have to pick them up later. But wait. No wait. I had a plan. In that single split second, without a thought, I dropped the bag. The entire bag. I let go and it fell to the ground. Everything was still in it since both sides had fallen beacuse of gravity. All my books were saved. Everything was still in there. All my stuff was safe. But it was all on the ground. Thats okay though, I was pretty goddamn proud of myself. I don't know how I thought of it, but I did. And I dropped it and saved myself. It was a genius plan and I couldn't believe I had thought of it. I remember thinking that I was quite a genius. I rememebr thinking, wow, I AM growing up, I'm sure I couldn't do genus stuff like that before. I wish I could tell someone. Maybe one day when the teacher makes us write about an experience that defined our youth, or an experience of our coming of age, I'll write about it. Maybe. But it never happened. Instead, five years later as I stepped into a shower half way across the world at 11 am in the morning before I went to Sunday School, the thought fired in my head. And I thought about it. And I wrote about it. On the internet. For people like you to read. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 04,October,2003 | (I'm talking about the IGN Boards btw so if you don't understand, stop reading). This is becoming like a weekly occurance. Except this time its really stupid. And twentyfour hours. So I can't just sleep through it. You see, there were these fuckheads on the vestibule condoning, glorifying, and admitting to rape. Naturally, I called them fuckheads. And earned myself twenty four hours. Thats justice for you. I always see peple swearing. People like jasonfindaly always drop in curse words here and there and only get edits and cute little messages from mods to go with them. Like for example, 'naughty words are naughty*' Thats justice. Whatever. The mods suck. Tal is a poopy head. *actual fucking message edited in by kavb |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 03,October,2003 | So hi. So yeah, no update yesterday. I was really busy. Stayed up really late. And now I'm tired as hell. I had lots of stuff due today. Got all that done. And quite alot of stuff happened in the last two days. Well not really. But I think I can write some good stuff. So yeah, yesterday was the MUN day. And that went well. We did our voting and put together a pretty solid 'executive committee'. Executive committee. I like that. And yeah, the woman from main MUN came down and explained stuff. She was fat. And kind of ugly. Okay, really ugly. And really fat. Some of even laughed at how fat she was. And how ugly she was. But thats okay. So yeah, that went well. Lots of support. We're gonna need to figure out some way to raise co' cash money for all these people. With our current budget we can only take like twenty people. But we'll figure it all out. Other then that school was pretty boring today and yesterday. I've got that big english thing to take care of this weekend. That looks to be about it. And today of course was friday. Friday means tard today. You see, on Fridays I go to volunteer at the ARC, an afterschool center for mentally retarded children. Basically, I hang out with them and whatnot. On my way there today I stopped at Panda Express for some food. The fortune cookie with my meal said 'your love will help a child in need today'. I was blown away. Nothing significant happened though. One of them ate a bug. I'm not joking. You see, we took all the tards outside for a jolly good time in the sun and there's this one tard (daniel) who was looking for bugs. He had this jar of beatles in his hand (yeah I know, what the fuck) and was looking all over the grass and under things for beatles for his jar. And he found one. And picked it up. And looked at it. And put it in his fucking mouth. Me and the other guy watching him saw it. But we didn't do anything. He'd done it before apparantly. The other guy said he'd mark it in his logbook. We never did. Fucking tards. Oh, and Marshall. Remember him? Well his parents have started druggin him. I guess the seizures got a little too intense. They're still fuckheads htough. The other guy working with me asked him how much they were drugging him and stuff and he just totally blew him off. They didn't want to talk about it. The guy explained to me that when Marshall was born their parents had expected of him such a great child. But instead they got Marshall. And they were really depresed. A few months later they divorced. That's that. oh, and I finished interpreter of maladies. It was good. Really good. Some of the stories were a tad feminine, but nevertheless really good. I enjoyed it. Thoroughly She's a really good writer and each of the stories left me wishing that I could spend an entire novel with these characters (it was a short story collection btw). She writes some really elegant prose. I really wish I could read more books but because of school all I ever read nowadays is school books. Its such a shame. I'm thinking of renting a movie this weekend. Maybe I'll go do that later. Any suggestions? yeah, you know I'm crazy when I'm asking my 'diary' for suggestions. Whatever. I'm thinking 25th hour. Other then that, I really can't think of anything to write this moment. How did I come up with so much earlier? Heh. I might add stuff later. Yeah. Later. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 01,October,2003 | So hi. It's wednesday. Not a real special wednesday. Just a regular wednesday. Nothing much happened today. Nothing at all. I got the chem test back. Did pretty good. But you probably don't care. I changed the layout here. But you probably don't care. Yeah, american history x. It really was awesome. And the more I think about it the more I like. And the more I think about it the more I regret having to have seen it on WGN without so many things cut out and censored. For example the word nigger, a very important word in that movie, was never mentioned. Also all fuckings were changed to flipping, all hells to heck, all bullshits to bullspit, etc. Really lame. But still, the movie was powerful. I hope to see it again soon. Hmm, lets see, before I got on the computer today my sister was using it and she was listening to some rap music. You know, that hip new fad with youngsters these days. Have you ever actually given this shit a listen? Honestly, it is so fucking retarded. Actual lyrics: 'BOY WHATCHA GONNA DO?! ACT DA FOO!' The correct english translation of that would be 'Hey there young lad, what do you plan on doing? I suggest you simulate an irrational and unknowing personna'. How the hell that can be made into 'ACT DA FOO!' escapes me. How ACT DA FOO is even grammatically plausiable also escapes me. How do they get away with this shit? Later on he says 'TOO FAST TOO FURIOUS TOO ACT DA FOO!' I'm sorry but does that many ANY grammatical sense whatsoever? And then there was 'WHAT IN THE WORLD IS IN THAT BAG?! WHATCHU GOT IN THAT BAG?! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS IN THAT ROOM?! WHATCHU GOT IN THAT ROOM?! WHAT IN THE WORLD IS IN THAT CASE?! WHATCHU GOT IN THAT CASE?!' How many ways can you ask a simple question like that? More importantly, what the hell is he asking? Even more importantly, why does he feel the need to repeat the question and stress all the wrong syllables and words. Who knows? Remember when music used to be good? I'm sure even rap music had a point not so long ago. But nope, not anymore. Ahh, I've still got my coldplay. IZ GETTING HOT IN HERRE SO HOT SO HOT SO TAKE OFF ALL YOUR CLOTHES So yeah, nothing much to write on today. Just because I'm low on content though I'll post this thing I wrote from a few days back. I dunno why, it just seemed something that would be fitting in a journal. Its for an assignment in religion class (guh, religion class) in which we had to spend some time in nature and talk about how we experienced god in doing so. Yeah, really gay. But I ended up liking what I wrote (oh btw, I didn't actually go out or anything, I just made it up): You’d think that sitting out in the pouring rain, homework wouldn’t be the first thing on my mind. But it was. As I lay there, the mud on my back, my wet and tattered notebook in my hand, and a now useless pencil in my pocket, all I could think of was “Man, what am I gonna write for Ms. Myer’s writing assignment?” Which is kind of pitiful since there were really some beautiful things going on around me. For example, if I were to look up at a streetlight (yeah, a streetlight…so it wasn’t a completely natural setting, I was sitting in a little grassy gap between two housing developments through which ran some big electrical wires…I guess I could call it a “meadow”) I would have noticed a rather interesting phenomenon. The great thing about the streetlight is that it seems to illuminate each single raindrop. When our eyes usually see rain, we usually just see a massive block of falling water. Although we can say that we see “individual” raindrops since we do see individual particles, each a single raindrop is quickly replaced by another is it zooms down. Therefore, our eyes usually just focus in one spot and notice individual raindrops passing through that spot. When looking up at a light though, certain raindrops, the ones lucky enough to be at a special angle with the streetlight manage to flicker and glow for their spiraling moment of fame. As they fall to the ground, those special raindrops are highlighted and picked out of the rest. Although it happens very fast, because we’re registering individual raindrops in a manner that doesn’t usually take place, the raindrops seem to be suspended in the air for a moment. You can see how each of the raindrops have their own purpose, their own path, and their own impact on the world. If you look at each raindrop like that the raindrops seem more individual, the rain seems more personal. Each drop has a purpose, in each drop God is present. Time, place, emotion, and conflict seem irrelevant. Sitting there and watching the raindrops fall, one can forget anything. One can forget what they’re doing and one can forget why they’re there. Most importantly, one can forget about their homework. So there. Really corny I know. But I got full credit. And she said I was a good writer. So its all good. And the best part is I BSed it. I only noticed the 'phenomenom' while driving and I think the reason it happened and the raindrops 'glided' was because the car was moving. So I doubt it would even take place while sitting in a 'meadow'. But yeah. oh and stupid kajan tricked me into thinking that yab got demodded. yeah, I went crazy. It seemed like a sure sign of the apocalypse. I was ready to riot in the streets. But it was just a trick. Damn you kajan. I even screamed about it to awtrules*. so yeah, not much homework today. Got some calculus and some french and I think I'll do some chem and history studying in advance. Maybe read some of my english term project book (which I have an essay due on friday even though I have only read half of guh). also, tommorow is model un. big day. we'll see how that goes. then there's tons of stuff due friday. better get to work. oh and because of that I might not update tommorow. We'll see. Later. *for the purpose of awtrules-mention quotas |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 03,November,2003 | This morning, on my way to school I thought that one of these days I'm going to go crazy with all this stress and like eat my fucking arm off and everyone will be like 'What the fuck? Was he always that crazy? How could we not have seen that coming?' The fact that I'm having that thought signifies that even throughout my stress and tension, my primary concern is appreciation and acceptance. I'm a person who feels the need to belong. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 30,December,2003 | Yeah, hi, I'm back in DC now and I'll be flying back home on Friday and I got this awesome new digital camera and I've taken like a 100 pictures and when I get home and have some free time I'll like upload them and this sentence has gone on for a pretty long time and like I have nothing more to say so I'll just end it here. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 23,December,2003 | Hey, today is Tuesday and I'm now in Boston. Today was awesome; a cousin took me all around Boston by foot and subway. Everyone says this city is a poluted piece of shit; boy, are they wrong. Its awesome. I love the atmosphere here. First, we went to Harvard Square and the Harvard campus, then we walked down to the MIT campus. Checked out the Charles river. Took a train into town and checked out Boston town. Walked around Boston commons. Checked out this really cheap outdoor bookstore in an alley. Ate at Quincy Market. Went to the Harbor. The weather was great too today. Spent a lot of time just talking about colleges and the college process with him. Yesterday, we arrived in Boston and spent the night here. My aunt lives down in Conneticut and thats where we're staying; arrived there day before yesterday at night. The trip from DC took all day. But yeah, I love Boston. I love DC. I love the east coast. Nothing much else to say. This probably sounds really corny but I'm learning alot about myself here. Yeah. Wish I could go into it more but I uhm can't. Starting to realize how meaningless message boards are. I think I'm gonna go read or something now. :/ |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 20,December,2003 | Hey. Today was pretty coo'. Last night, after I posted, some more relatives came over from Conneticut. They have this little three year old daughter. Really cute. This morning, woke up, watched a little of the Finding Nemo DVD I bought for her, and then just did nothing for a while. Well, I just watched everyone wasting hours getting ready for today's activities. So yeah, we set out for DC metro again (this time by car after yesterday's great economical subway idea cost us over $30 total). First we went to the Pentagon. Well, as close as we could get, which is just the perimeter of the parking lot. Its pretty hard to appreciate the whole pentagon aspect from that perspective. We could probably get a good look at it from the top of the Washington Monument but in order to climb it you need to like reserve in advance. Which we didn't. Same goes for the White House. We looked at it from like five hundred feet away through that famous black fence. We could see like Delta Force looking guys on top of the building with their rifles. The road across from the White House was closed. I didn't even bother taking photos. Later, we passed a street sign that said 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. We pulled over really quickly so I could grab a photo. Cops were assraping us in less then ten seconds. I got the photo and ran. Took some other photos of monuments and statues around the city. We didn't get a chance to go to the Jefferson or Lincoln monuments either. Hopefully we'll go later. But yeah, we went to the National Museum of American History after that. It was totally awesome. I didn't see every last exhibit and just picked the ones that I really wanted to go to. And I really enjoyed every last one. I think I'll go back later. I really do love history. As I was looking at various exhibits and stuff I kept hoping that someone would ask me some historic question about something or other like 'hey why was this harrison guy only president for six months?' I was bursting with my high school history class borne knowledge. Made sure to let everyone know. No one else who came really appreciated it. I stayed there for a pretty long time but didn't get a chance to buy anything, which I wanted to. I'll need to come back for that. Yesterday I bought a collection of newspaper frontpages from various significant Space Race stories. I have a similar thing from Pearl Harbor. I'm sure they have something like that at the American History museum. Gots to check that out. After that we went to the Natural History museum. It sucked. Alot. So then we went to Popeyes chicken (first time ever, it was really good) and then came home. And now here I am, watching CNN, listening to music, and posting this on my uncle's laptop. My little cousin is calling me over. We're going to someone's house tonight. So yeah, little hard to resist a cute three year old like this. [Michael Jackson joke]. Speaking of which, damn, EVERY SINGLE channel is having a [Whatever] of 2003 special now. Whatever, out. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 19,December,2003 | Hi. I'm writing in from my uncle's house here in a Virginia suburb outside of DC. My uncle is over, my grandma, my uncle's wife's parents, their daughter, another aunt, her wife, and their daughter. Oh and me my sister and mom. Lots of people. Not that huge a house. Yesterday, me and two cousins went over to the Georgetown campus (she goes to Georgetown) and just walked around M street and the such. I saw the Washington monument across from the Potomac (which is one beastly word to pronounce) for the first time. Wasn't as tall as I expected. Other then that, pretty cool. Actually, really cold. Seriously, cold as hell. But I like it. The east coast is neat like that. I really hope it snows. Everyone around here says that DC itself is really small. Seems pretty goshdarn big to me. Everything is so far apart. The ten minute drive from the airport took like two hours. The fifteen minute drive to Georgetown took forty-five. Today we took the subway back to metropolitan DC. The journey was over half an hour and there was lots of extra walking and driving...just took a long time to get there. A real journey. I don't know what I'm getting at here other then that 'round here, everything just feels...different. Round here, we always stand up straight. Round here, we always stay up late. So yeah, thats that. As I said, today we went into DC metro. We were planning on hitting up the Smithsonians (an arab guy remarking that he's 'hitting up' significant buildings in DC just doesn't right does it?) but we ended up spending the entire day just at the Air and Space museum. It was really cool. The only other Smithsonian that I really want to visit was the Museum of American History and MAYBE Natural history. Mostly American. American and Air and Space were the only two I really wanted to visit. If we have time, there's the National Gallery of Art and National Archives. Plus, there's all the other art museums. But yeah, after checking out Air and Space, we went outside to the mall. Or The Mall. Capital letters. At least I think it was the mall. From inside the museum, we saw this really cool looking landmarkish building across the street. I figured it was the Supreme Court or something. Was actually just another museum. So we went out in the mall and on either side was the Capitol building and the Washington Monument. Me and my sister got pretty goshdarn excited when we saw those two. Took lots of pictures. Then we walked back to the subway, took the subway back, got lost again in the car, and came home. Ate dinner, watched X2. It was okay. Not as bad as I expected. People came over. People talked. People are still talking. I'm sitting here, dialup on my lap, checking up stuff on the internet. Thought I could get away from her, but I can't. She followed me across the country. But its all good. Anyway, night. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 17,December,2003 | I'd always thought 'cathos' was a word. I knew it to mean some sort of overwhelming feeling - a feeling after something good has passed, a momentous feeling. Its the sort of feeling you feel after you have experienced something absolutely amazing and are sitting there just revelling in its glory. Today, I watched Return of the King. There are very many adjectives that could describe this film. The adjective I chose to describe my reaction to it was 'cathos'. Unfortuantely, I just consulted a dictionary; cathos is not a word. I couldn't even find anything near it. I have no idea where I got that word. Anyway, as I was saying, there are very few words I can use to describe how great it was. Most definately the best film I have ever seen. It was over three hours long, and I appreciated every moment of it. There were times for tears, times for laughter, times for cheering, and times for awe. The perfect movie. The user Black_hat posted this on the IGN Boards, and it pretty much wraps up my feelings really well: As Gandalf looks down at the Hobbits comfortingly, he smiles and tells them “Not all tears are an evil.” One thing you realize upon hearing this statement is that not only is it comforting to the Hobbits, but to the entire audience as well. We sit on the edge of our seats up on the mezzanine and if one were to look down the aisles, they would see everybody leaning over with their faces in a daze as we watch one of the greatest films ever created. Aside from it being one of the greatest films ever created, it may very well be the most beautiful. Lord of The Rings: Return of the King is not done in a classic epic style or sense of the word; it is done with a science in visual artistry that can be equated to a drug, causing noticeable physical affects upon our bodies. Our minds are rushed and awake, not able to lose consciousness of a moment in this equally real universe of Middle Earth. Countless times did my body quiver from a single word, frame or emotion. And as Gandalf speaks to one of the Hobbits about death, the gates are being pounded and my friend next to me leans forward, suddenly blending into the movie screen along with the entire audience as we listen captivated to a war that could very well be in complete accordance with reality. We unite as one and we all realize this is an experience unrivaled by anything we have ever experienced in a theatre. Everyone in the theatre had the dedication to make it to the first public showing of the film in the country and so with that dedication, we all were able to connect into one giant body that gasps at suspense, jumps in horror, laughs at humor and cries at the unadulterated magnificence of one of the greatest movies ever made. To say it is a “good movie,” is inaccurate. To say it is a “great movie,” is erroneous as well. The movie stands on it’s own with a depth to the characters and setting that makes our world seem mundane and fake. To say it creates its own form of cinema classicalism is a very precise statement. It is the epic of our generation and of future generations. It is the epic one could hope to experience at the height of their youth or in their entire life. Also, I'm flying in a few hours. I don't think I'll update from there but I'm not sure. As I said, I'll try my best. Until then, bye and happy holidays. Watch ROTK whatever chance you get. I will definately watch it one more time this holiday. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 16,December,2003 | Today is tuesday. A day of great anticipation. Tommorow is a big day. A HUGE DAY. Let's see. First, I have a really hard history test. Then, I have to serve JUG. Then, its a really hard chemistry test. Then its some of that math seminar with Dr. G. And then, LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING. Just got my tickets off of Fandango! After that, come home, pack, get a few hours of sleep, and then flight for DC at 3 in the morning! Return of the King will be choice. Everyone needs to start using the word choice more. I got the JUG for eating in the library during my free period. Psh. Everybody eats in the library during free period. Lame. Anyway, I really have nothing more to say. Tonight's agenda is study for chem, study for history, watch 24. Sounds good. Sorry for the crappy update. Oh and unless I update tommorow night, I'm not sure if I'll be able to update from DC and so there won't be anything until I get back in January. I'll try my best. I hope I buy that goddamn domain before I go though... |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,December,2003 | I couldn't get over how cool the keyboard thing from up top was so I fiddled around some more with the scanner. I was feelin' real creative. First, I made this: Just a simple scan of me jerking my hand (yeah, funny) in the scanner. Then I did the 'cutout' effect to make it look sort of cartoony. But the creativity didn't stop there. I used the picture to produce urlLink splash mockup . Should I even have a splash page? (A splash page is the first page you'd enter when typing the URL of the site into your browser...an intro site of sorts.) I also did some other scanning to make these two mockups: urlLink splash2.html and urlLink splash3.html . I didn't like the way they looked much (didn't match the rest of the website) so I sort of abandoned them. Didn't even bother linking. But it was a good concept...I had an idea along time ago for a website with a primarily handdrawn interface. I guess it would be cooler if I was actually good at drawing stuff with my hands. Looks like I'm only good at scanning things in my scanner. Woop-te-doo. Time to do some homework I suppose. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,December,2003 | Check urlLink this out- quite possibly the single greatest music video ever filmed...that dance...those random words...all perfect. It's motivated me to film my own movie, thats for sure. Anyway yeah, nothing much to do right now. Still got some homework, gonna go to sunday school soon, and have some packing to do. I'm just posting because I felt the need to show that video to people. And they captured ol' Saddam last night. Thats great news, and I'm great it happend. Nevertheless, I think people are thinking that it really means something. It doesn't. They found him hiding in a hole. He wasn't a menace any longer; sure, he needed to be brought to justice. I hate to sound so cynical, but I think finding Bin Laden would be more important. Or bringing peace to Iraq as opposed to selling off contracts to Haliburton and Nextel (and definatley not to those filthy european countries who didn't help us in the war and don't deserve to get the spoils...yeah, like the goddamn ceo of haliburton was the one who liberated iraq). Once again, this might be a bit of a morale blow to Iraqi insurgents, but in the grander scale, it means very little. They'll continue to do what they do. At least that'll show us the folly of our efforts there. But yeah, I'm glad they captured him and for the most part, America is doing a pretty good job in Iraq. But one things for sure: this'll help W's re-election campaign.. Oh, and I wrote a story about Ol' Six Pack Jack Simmons. The story was written after someone mentioned the song about Pool from the music man: My physics teacher last year played us that song. We were doing some physics thing that could somehow be applied through pool and he'd tell us about how when he was a kid he'd skip school and go down to the pool hall and play pool. They caught on eventually. He was a cool guy. Jack Simmons. Six Pack Jack. He was crazy though. And he hated kids. He hated every one of us. Funny guy though. Really old. Old people are funny. Anyway, he gave us extra credit if we could some use physics tricks to get two pre-positioned pool balls into two different holes. Two kids got it. Two kids he really hated. He didn't let anyone else try it. He gave lots of extra credit. Once he gave extra credit for if you would allow him to shock you with a crank electricity generator he had. You'd put one hand on each prod thing and he'd crank it. Oh and boy, would he crank it. Those were the best moments of my life. Wind in my hair. Electricty through my chest. Yeah, I miss those days. After that, my life kind of spiraled downward. 'This doesn't hurt that much' I said. It really didn't. It was jsut really hard to let go. It forms some sort of attraction. And your hands sort of start vibrating. So he replied, 'Doesn't hurt huh?' He had a diabolical grin on his face. He started cranking harder. I stared square at him. My hands rocked back and forth. I tried letting go. 'What about now?!' I held on. 'Does it hurt now?!' I can't remember what happened then. He kept cranking. Eventually he let go. That was that. In any case, at the end of the unit involving pool he brought in that song. He had this really awesome sound system. He walked around the room placing speakers in places. And then he played the song. He sat down on a stool. Head held up by his elbow. A grin started spreading across his face. A tap of the foot. Another. Jack was thinking of his childhood. We all looked at him. That smile was so cute. He looked like a little baby. Jack was a crazy guy. He was obsessed with astronomy and pretty much devoted his life to it. He seemed like the kind of guy who would live alone but we knew he had a wife. We didn't know about kids but were pretty sure there wre none. Once I emailed him at like 2 in the morning and he replied in like ten minutes. He doesn't sleep. He usually stays up, drinks beer, does physics, and watches baseball. So it goes. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,December,2003 | Keiko. The fucking whale. IS DEAD. CARETAKERS IN NORWAY ANNOUNCED TODAY THAT KEIKO, THE WHALE WHO STARRED IN SUCH GREAT FILMS AS FREE WILLY, FREE WILLY 2, AND FREE WILLY 3, IS DEAD. I knew Keiko. I met him once. (Before he was released he was the Oregon Aquarium.) We were like brothers. We went way back. And then what? I'll tell you then what. ****ing environmentalists demanded his release, probably utilizing such clever puns for this cause as 'free free willy' or just to keep it concice 'free willy'. Apparantly, it was a crime for him to have been penned up like that. He was released into the wild. And now what? He's dead. Thanks alot environmentalist. Thanks ALOT. Thanks alot for NOTHING. Except death. And grief. MOURN my readers MOURN. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,December,2003 | After Last Samurai I did a couple things today. Firstly, I watched Pirates of the Carribean. I've seen it before but it was still fun. Then, I did some work on the site - as you can see, a new banner thing. Basically, I took the top off the scanner, propped the keyboard up with some books (upside down) and awkwardly placed my hands upsidedown to make them look like I was typing. It was pretty difficult to do and the result was pretty cool-looking. Then I cropped it up and blurred it up to make it look shitty. Thats what you see up there. Then I watched SNL. For the most part, it was okay. The cartoon (TV funhouse thing) was absolutely fucking hilarious. I was laughing from start to finish harder then I have for anything on TV in a very long time. Splitting ends. It was a President Bush thing; you know how he's been doing photo-ops where he dresses up as stuff? Like the aircraft carrier thing, steel worker thing, and of course, thanksgiving in Iraq? They had him doing it for all kinds of other ridiculous things. Like a trip to africa dressed as a gorilla. A medicare proposal in a wheelchair and IV. I guess you had to had seen it. Anyway, then I came online and split my guts out to some shithead loser who I know is not only totally full of shit even though I have no idea who the fuck he or she really is, just sat there and judged me. And acted like a total tool. Just talking to him/her was frustrating. Most of you probably just think I'm being a pretentious loser who probably has no right to say things like that because I have no legitimate issues in my life (this conclusion may come from a number of things - the assumption that your lifestyles gives rise to more issues then mine, the assumption that you are superior to me, the assumption that I'm too sheltered to have issues). But whatever. Me accusing you of making such accusations is pretty judgemental in itself. And if there's one thing I hate more then [hip current culture/political reference], its judgemental people. I hate being judged and I hate to judge. There's a fucking new years resolution. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,December,2003 | Hey, just got back from the Last Samurai. It was a great movie. There were some things that were pretty lame about it - but thats to be expected with any 'epic movie'. For example, in the end, (if you haven't seen the movie, you probably don't want to highlight the following) after the final battle, I don't think Tom Cruise should have lived. Every last samurai was gunned down, what made Tom Cruise so special? The movie, and its message, would probably have been infinitely more powerful if Tom Cruise had died with the all the samurai. But yeah, it was a great sort of 'against-the-odds' epic movie with the usual epic/hero cycle. The battles and fights were really well done and enjoyable. It had its fare share of cliches but some genuine emotion did shine through so it was more then made up for. But whatever, it was fun. Oh and it needed more ninjas. Ninjas are fucking awesome. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 09,December,2003 | Oh yeah, this only applies to one circle and if you don't know what that circle is or if you do but are not a part of it, don't bother clicking the following link. If the words desi means nothing to you, you probably don't want to click the following link. So yeah, I wrote a script of a stereotypical desi chat. urlLink Check it out, y0! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 09,December,2003 | Its Saturday morning. I haven't updated in quite a while and I suppose there's a pretty good reason for that. Or maybe there isn't. Now I'll attempt to justify it- to myself at least. You see, I'm a person who moves in multiple circles (granted they are VERY small circles in some cases and there are probably only three distinct ones...hey, the cicles, like a circus! My life IS like a circus!). The thing about these circles though is that they are indepednent of each other (for the most part). There are things that only certain circles know, there are things that only certain things can know and there are things that only certain circles give a shit about. For some fact of my life to be told to a circle that it doesn't need to be told to would be breach the circle and have dangerous effects. Unfortunately, the nature of this sort of medium is that representatives of all circles have an oppurtunity to access information related to circles that may or not be their own. Thus, as my life began to shift balance from one circle to another, and as more in my life began to happen related to one circle over another, it became very difficult to succesfully produce content here that would not breach circles. At this point, you're probably just thinking 'what the fuck is he talking about?' Fair enough. You see, I guess you can think of this as a demonstration of the circle theory. I just talked about a whole bunch of stuff that probably doesn't interest any circle. Then again, for me to continue talking about the circles would probably just defeat the whole purpose of what I'm doing- it would breach the circles, the very thing I'm trying not to do here. In any case, the problems of circles arise from others. I'm the same in all circles (I hope), its just the way in which I interact with others. So I suppose I should stop talking about others here, and just talk about myself. Thats always fun. Kapiche? Heh, did I just write all that about circles? Thats pretty interesting. Circles. Remember that piece of 'art' I posted about two and a half months ago here? urlLink This. Its circles. On that note, feel free to assume what circle YOU are in. For some of you it'll be easy. Some of you might be in multiple circles. Some of you might be in none. But yeah, enough about circles. Lets talk about other stuff. Lets see, my last few updates have been about stress/insanity. Hmm. I suppose the stress level has died down. This week was quite a hectic week but the week has come to an end. Its Saturday. Saturday morning. I don't have any huge projects or papers to do this weekend for the first time in like ever. I have some chem homework which believe it or not I woke up early and finished today (even though I went to sleep at like 2 last night...mostly after watching conan). That was pretty much the biggest assignment of the weekend. And thats done. Coo. Now I just have some reading to do and stuff. Easy peasy. Japaneasy. Maybe I'll watch a movie or something later? Goddamn DVD player is broken so I can't watch any DVDs. Oh by the way, I got an iPod. Its pretty neat. In fact, I love it. It absolutely rocks. One of the best things I've ever bought. Subsequently, my music collection has expanded. Favorite artists now include (but not limited to): the beatles, ben folds (and/or the ben folds five), the clash, coldplay, counting crows, elliot smith, flaming lips, the hives, mars volta, pearl jam, radiohead, pavement, dandy warhols, REM, the shins, the vines, white stripes, the who. Yeah. My sister put some of her songs on my iPod too. Most of them are 'gangsta rap' and the such. Pretty goshdarn ridiculous music. I won't bother going into that other then to say: 'ONE TWO THREE GO MY BABY DON'T MESS AROUND BECAUSE SHE LOVES ME SO AND THIS I KNOW FO SHO'. Sofa king ridiculous. I love it. Speaking of school, I managed to inch out a 4. this term. Last term I had an one A- (history) so I had 3.997 or something. Now its at a 4. My culm is like 3.999 or something because I've had all As except for an A- in freshman PE. GRR. That pisses me off so much. (As demonstrated by the grr.) But thats good. One things for sure: that won't last after finals. But its okay. Three AP classes and an accel. class - I can handle it. This upcoming week shouldn't too hard. On wednesday night, I fly out to DC and hit up the west coast (visiting relatives and historic sites...yippee!). Downside: I miss the ROTK premiere. But I'll watch it there. Hopefully. Anyway, yeah, that means I miss two days of school (well two half days...so one day). I'll need to make some stuff up to catch up with that but other then that, cake. Oh and I've got a huge religion presenetation due. On Islam. Shouldn't be too hard. For the islam unit, mrs myers (worst teacher ever, if you'll remember from previous entries) is totally making me teach the fucking class since she has no idea what she's talking about. Oh and MUN. Yeah, MUN is in a tizzy. But yeah, should be an easy week. Shit is looking good. And then its vacation. After that though, back to school and...FINALS! :*( Oh yeah, if you look at the side of the page, I'm reading Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five right now. Its a really interesting book. Really bizarre though. REALLY BIZARRE. Oh yeah, so I'm reading books again. Before, I never found time to read any books. I blamed it on schoo. I had Kerouac's On the Road and I had it for a few weeks and only got a few pages done. Then, I picked up the Da Vinci Code. I finished the 450 page book in under 24 hours. On a school day. A busy school day. A busy school day after which I had to volunteer at the ARC. I had the time- just not the motivation. So then I vowed to start reading again. And now I'm reading Slaughterhouse Five. Oh and by the by, Da Vinci Code was pretty goshdarn interesting. It starts off as just a cheap thriller but it really hooks you in. And then it propels you through tons of history and other interesting stuff. It was a real 'edge of your seat page turner' kind of book. As I said, I couldn't put it down. I found the ending to be sort of dissapointing though. Meh. I'd still recommend it. Just for all the history and whatnot in it. Oh, one more thing, I'm thinking of getting a domain...what should I get? shakeer.org or shakeer.com? Or something without shakeer in it? I can't think of much else to say right now. So yeah, later. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 09,December,2003 | Hi. Yeah. Whoa. Lots of shit going on. Not a lot of time to talk about it. I'm only updating this because if you've accessed this the way I wanted you to access it, I now have a domain name. I got it for $5. Plus I got some kickass hosting for free. So I'm just testing this out. For now, this will link to this. We'll see how it goes. PS. This hopefully means regular updates. Hopefully. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 26,January,2004 | A couple months ago, I wrote up a really empassioned entry at like 12:30 at night about how much I hated the Junior Year and about how difficult school was. I was all stressed out and overworked and just needed an outlet to vent. I wrote it upstairs and saved it as a .txt. I never got a chance to publish it. I read it the next day and it looked like total shit. Just a bunch of whining. Now, its January. Finals week was last week. I just came off of an extremely relaxing weekend and now, I'm back into the fray. I thought this would be an easy week but it uhm, won't. I've got tons of history reading, huge impending Chemistry decision (with piles of corresponding work), prospects of the Junior paper, Christian Service I'm really behind on, a religion class that will actually be hard, a new (and harder!) French teacher, trying to get MUN back up and running, and of course, Jesuit decided this would be a great week to get Juniors to start preparing for college! Oh, and not to mention fucking forecasting. What better timing?! I think they're just trying to murder us with all this stress. But, whatever, I'm feeling good. Confident. The whole year, I told myself that this would be the semester where I would fuck up. I overloaded on way too many difficult classes. It would not be possible to excel this time. But yeah, whatever, I did okay. I hate to brag but it looks like I might be pulling by with a 4.0 this semseter. I sort of wish I didn't do so well - it sort of jades me. Now me (and more importantly, my parents) take my grades for granted. But whatever. Now, I have a cushion. I can do poorly in the coming weeks. Whatever, judging by the looks of things, its only uphill from here. Oh yeah. That was a metaphor I included in that original thing. The Junior year is like an uphill battle. And it really is. But I'm learning a lot. Thats why I was okay with not a 4.0 this time. I knew I tried my hardest and I knew I learned a shitload. That was good enough. I just had a good discussion with my parents about how much more important that is then numbers and shit. And how I hate people who just go to school and work so they can get into a good college. And just contribute in class for the sake of fucking participation points. At least I can pride myself on being beyond that. Problem is, these grades contradict that. Do you get what I'm saying? Whatever, I probably sound really arrogant and pretentious saying that so I'll stop. Its pretty late. Probably should go to sleep. Later. Oh and the New Hampshire primaries are tommorow. That should be exciting. And I need a haircut. Plus, I'll have to do a lot of work tommorow. Also, I hope I don't get whacked my the mafia tommorow. (If you know what I mean, you know what I mean.) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,January,2004 | A fully-illustrated and annotated look inside how Shakeer studies for his Chemistry final: ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version.) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 10,January,2004 | I just watched the movie Adaptation and I know I say this a lot, but that was the best movie I've seen in a long time. If you've seen it, the movie sort of writes itself as it goes and so I'll try to do that. So I watched the movie and came upstairs for dinner. As I sat there, eating dinner, staring down, my mom was barking into the phone next to me with some faraway relative of ours. It sounded important. I thought about how a movie about that important thing would work. About how he or she would be played and who would play them. I'd write the script I thought. But no, it would never work. These people wouldn't be able to appreciate a good movie like that. It just wouldn't work. Of course it was an obvious thing to me why it wouldn't work but then I tried to simplify it all so I could explain it to others. I suppose its because I'm foreign and all. Things like movies and movie scripts just don't fit into my world the way they do into the world of Charlie Kauffman. There's just that barrier that provides that medium of creative expression from pervading into our existence. Whatever that means. But back to me being foreign. Sometimes, I wish I weren't. It would make things like this easier. I would be go about doing these things in a much easier way. I'm not saying that I wish I was white or I wish I was black as so many fucked up youths believe. I just wish I wasn't different. It would be easier that way. I don't want the first thing that people think when they see me is 'he's brown'. I want to be appreciated and noticed for other things. Of course, I want to be different. I want to be set apart. But I don't want what sets me apart to be something beyond my choosing. Beyond my control. I want to individually determine my own methods of creative aesthetic expression; I want to dictate the way in which others percieve me. Not because I really care about how others percieve me but because I want to be able to define my own identity and because the culture we live in is so driven by the way we look, I want to control that. I don't want that to hinder me. Come to think of it, I don't want for myself to look different. I guess I don't want to change. I want others to change. I want society to change. Fuck then, I guess I'm screwed. This whole argument made a lot more sense when I thought about it. I bet if I explained it in speaking, where I wouldn't have to worry about all these annoying grammatical conventions and whatnot, it would've been easier. Well, then again, I would've sucked at explaining it to others because I would have constantly worried about how they percieved that last word or sentence I just said and as I got caught up in that, I'd stumble and mess up. That wouldn't be good. You know what I need? One of those handheld voice recorders. Like Charlie Kaufman. Yeah. Also, sometimes, when I tell people this, or tell people the thought that I (and pretty much every other young person thats struggling to find their identity or is struggling to creatively express themself) sometimes think I have thoughts more profound then others; thoughts that others may be incapable of percieving, they ask me if I've read the Catcher in the Rye. Some of the cleverer ones tell me that I've read Catcher in the Rye too many times. Well, thing is, I read the book a year and a half ago, and looking back at it, I don't think I 'got' it. In fact, I know I didn't get it. I think I need to read it again. Yeah, I'll read it again. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 10,January,2004 | So what happened was like me and all my buddies were just hanging out and chillin' like we always do since we're cool like that but it was getting pretty late so we started walking to the parking lot and when I got near my car (well actually, its not my car, its my moms but I don't tell my friends that because if I did they'll totally be all like 'haha dude, you like suck and stuff!'), I totally like turned around and pretended not to notice it (which would actually be pretty hard, its one of those minivans...and I know you think those thigns are like pretty lame and stuff since they take so much gas and no one uses them for their purpose but with me its different you see, I actually take it off-roading with some of my friends sometimes...if only the stupid media would stop giving SUVs and SUV owners such a bad rap...I mean C'MON) and with a slightly dumbfounded look on my face, exclaimed 'dude, wheres my car?!' and suddenly all my friends were all totally like 'hahahhaha good one shakeer!!!' and I was like 'yeah, thats right' and I did another flip and then finally, jerking my head back, pretended to finally 'notice it' and then a few moments later, I was like 'haha, just kidding guys' and they were like 'nice' but come to think of it, they didn't laugh as much this time as last time when it was pretty late at night and me and my crew were out cruising the streets (no doubt causing trouble straight up, if ya know what I mean) when suddenly we heard these dogs barking and I like totally flailed my arms into the air and yelled 'WHO LET THE DOGS OUT?!' like that one song from a years by the Baha men! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 09,January,2004 | Thats a good question. I guess writing and being published like this is a sort of primal verification: I am published, therefore I exist. A distinct part of exists and appears somewhere beyond myself. My thoughts aren't just stuck inside my muddled head, they're out in the real world being read, appreciated, or even just acknowledged. I've made my mark on the world and although not a significantly tangible mark, an intristic and personal mark nevertheless. That I guess is the philosophical reason. The more practical reason is well, this is what I do. I like to do it. It might be the norm but I guess its just something I like to do. Don't get me wrong; I don't mean that in the 'I'm deviating from the mainstream so I'm cool' way. To me, that sort of thing is a load of bullshit. But I probably shouldn't say that. That would be being judgemental. And shakeer don't like being judgemental. As I was saying, this is just the way I enjoy expressing myself. Different people express themselves in different ways. This way is pretty easy. I don't really have to make much of an effort but I can be heard anyway. Of course, to others updating a website like this may seem like a big waste of time. Well, this is how I like to spend my time thank you very much. How they choose to express themself is different. Its not right and its not wrong. Just different. As I was saying though, this way is pretty easy. I don't have to show up and do anything or impress anyone. All I have to do is type up some shit and press post. And I must say, it's pretty gratifying. I mean, unlike people who choose to express themselves more openly, I don't need to worry about hearing the boos. I don't have to deal with someone's dissatisfaction in my face. Yeah, I guess in that regard, its a pretty cowardly thing to do (writing a journal like such) but I can live with that. Anyway, I also had a 519 word observation on friendship written up and posted a few minutes ago but I just removed it because it probably would do me more damage then good. Yeah. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 16,February,2004 | Look, here's how its gonna go down: crew VS crew. You suckas gonna get served. You bitches think you can mess with jammasta shakeer/ Well suckas, you got reasons to fear/ Yeah, I may be new but you better watch out/ Imma make you go home every day on a new route/ You may think you're better then me/ But bitch, imma hit you so hard, you won't even be able to see!/ Hey, wipe that smirk off your face bitch/ And don't you dare go and snitch/ Cuz imma smash your skull into the wall/ Because you're short and I'm tall/ So I don't want to see you and your crew here ever/ Unless you're getting us some non-alcoholic bever/ age, in which case it's perfectly fine/ Cuz, me and my boys don't want no moonshine/ Hey bitch, here comes my hoe/ You best not give her your flow/ Cuz I can see you're jealous/ Cuz I can see you're jealous/ These are the rhymes that compel us/ By us, I mean me and my dawgs/ We freestyle and we write them in weblogs/ We own the net from here to maddox/ We recruit all boyz that don't like cox/ So don't even think about messin'/ Cuz you sure aren't impressin'/ We gonna trojan you back to the stone age/ We play everquest with a lvl 26 sage/ Challenge us and you'll end up banned/ Cuz we got connections all across the land/ |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 15,February,2004 | Jack Simmons that is. Earlier this week, I was flipping through my old Physics notebook when I came across a page in the back somewhere where I had compiled a bunch of crazy quotes from Ol' Six Pack Jack. I've only showed them to a few people so I figured this would be a good place to post them. Here they are: 'Then Albert Einstein died. But thats okay. He already split the atom.' 'If you shrunk yourself into an atom, you'd get killed by a flying electron. If you were an electron, he acceleartion would kill you.' 'Is your life insurance paid up?!' (asked before conducting an experiment on a volunteer) 'I wish I was 8 feet tall and 350 pounds so I could tie you to a rope and fling you into space.' 'You want some more? What NOW?! Not so tough anymore, huh?!' (said while pumping electricity through a student) 'How do you speal nuclear? N-U-C-L-E-A-R. Like nuclear physics. Now some of you might want to switch the N and the U and say that all year you've been unclear about what we've been doing...' 'When I was in 2nd grade, the teacher said that World War II had started. I was so excited! She was sad but for me, it was great! I mean, what could be cooler than war and shooting and stuff?!' 'And then Truman made a fatal decision. Not so fatal for us, pretty fatal for those Japanese.' (speaking about atom bomb) 'Oh I'm sorry, were you Japanese? I'm only joking...' (a few seconds later...in response to a disgusted Korean student) 'So kids, theres radiation in this room, and you can't do anything about it, and it's shortening your life!' 'I have a radioactive cheek!' 'I have a radioactive foot!' 'The procrastinatation club wanted to put in an announcement but they figured they'd put it off until next week' (said right after the announcements...about five different times in the year) 'Next week, we'll learn how to get enough energy to make bombs to blow up entire cities! Oh, what fun!' 'We're all goin' fission!' 'You want an A? Ten bucks! I'm serious.' 'You can have a Physics party...sit by a warm fire with your buddies, have your Physics problems out and some bee- I mean ROOT BEER!' (he thought that one HI-LAR-I-OUS) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,February,2004 | Oh heavens, are those Os holding hands? Oh I do say children, cover your eyes! And I see, they're tackling racial issues too...a red and yellow O engaging in some sort of relationship, oh my, how controversial! These sexually-suggested viral marketing tactics are absolutely deplorable! It's moves like these that are corrupting our society and the minds of our children! What next, one of the O's ripping off another's garment to reveal bare breasts on national television?! Psh, two of the same letter holding hands and kissing in public like that...what next, same-sex civil unions?! Or even more alarming, SAME-LETTER MARIAGES! Oh heavens, I don't know WHAT I'd do if such were to happen! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,February,2004 | urlLink http://www.politicalcompass.org/ Me: ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) Reference: ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) Hmm, interesting. I've heard this site has a tendency to put people further left then they ought to be so that explains that...how can I be more leftist then Dennis Kucinich? Or maybe it puts politicians further right then they ought to be. Or maybe, politicians are more right then they ought to be. Hmm. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 12,February,2004 | Poeple should know that the things I do, the things I say I like, I say I like them, and I do them because I actually do like doing them and they are in my character and I don't just say I like them and don't just do them because I want to impress people or make a point. On that token, I just watched 'American Splendor'. It was really funny. I loved it...one of the best movies of 2003. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 12,February,2004 | Someone needs to film this ASAP. Okay so yeah, it's an 80s music video. Here's the plan: there are a bunch of kids sitting in a classroom, staring at the clock. It's the late afternoon and the teacher is droning on about Geometry which is really BORING. He's wearing a tweed jacket (with those elbow pads), a bad tie, and has glasses. Suddenly, some kid opens the door and yells, 'SCHOOL'S OUT!' (can be substited with 'LET'S ROCK!! or 'I WANNA ROCK!!'). As soon as he says this, loud music comes on and everybody suddenly leaps up in joy and the camera pauses on people jumping up in their awkward poses. Then when the camera starts moving again, everyone will be jumping all over tables and dancing and there will be a disco ball. Then the kid that ran in will yell 'GUITAR!' and suddenly a guitar will come flying out of the window (breaking the window) and will fly into his hands. He'll spin it around his arm a few times and then start playing it (he has to make sure to do more tricks/stunts with his guitar then actually play it). The music will go on and there will be random shots of everyone getting FONKAY and the teacher will be cowering behind the desk while all the kids are having fun. He'll be holding a ruler. Then, the guitarist will do a really awesome wail solo on his guitar and the ROCK WAVES that come out of it and they'll transform the lameass teacher into another bandmember! Then the new rocker will down at his ruler dumbfounded...another rock wave will turn it into a guitar and he'll join in and start playing! (Teacher may or not also be transformed into a hot stripper). There will also be a major nerd tryiing to leave the classroom complaining but all the kids will throw pencils, paper airplanes, and apples at him. A rock wave will turn him into a rocking bandmember too! There can also be a really dorky girl in a heavy sweater and glasses who progressively turns really hot by the end of the song. Oh and everyone just keeps playing and there can be other school officials wondering what all that damn music is all about. Unfortunately though, they can't get into the room and just have to stand outside the room and make threatening gestures. It'll be cool. All I need now is some capital and a production team. Also, a flying guitar. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 11,February,2004 | all Muslims are terrorists and I have proff!!! SEE: (These are quotes from the CORAN...thats the Bible for towelheads LOL) 'Kill all white people and Americans and you can like go to heaven and stuff!' -Quran pg. 25 'George Bush is the devil!' -Quran pg. 83 See guys, UNDENIABLE PROOF!!! omg bomb them all! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 29,March,2004 | As of late, most of my entries have been really sparse. They're full of substance but they just lack uhh substance. I mean, they've mostly just been links, photos, or tidbits of some sort. Now I'm thinking of writing one of the entries of old, with writing about what I was thinking and this and that. I hope I didn't sound too corny and cynical. Or too whiny or pretentious. Maybe that's what I stopped doing those. No wait, I think I stopped because of the circles. Ahh yes, the circles. Do you remember the circles? Few will remember the circles. The circles was a long time ago. Vintage Shakeer. The circles can be summed up effectively with a cryptic entry from a few weeks ago: 'The diversity of my audience will be my downfall.' And it still stands true. That's why I've been reduced to these short snappy gimmick updates. Also, in terms of aesthetics, my blog 'looks' better then I have nice plump splotches of text as opposed to these assorted bits and pieces. But hey, that's just what I'm gonna do and there's nothing you can do about it! HMPH. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 27,March,2004 | It's here! You know you want it. This 100% cotton shirt comes with two math exclusive math designs, both drawn by Shakeer. Buy your shirt NOW for only $13.99 (of which Shakeer sees not a single cent)! Also available: the official t-shirt of the Palestinians and Israelis Meeting for Peace coalition. Get your official P.I.M.P. merchandise TODAY! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,March,2004 | 'Once you stop, you just can't pop.' It's a twist of the Pringles ad. It's about making popcorn- you know how once you stop the microwave, it takes a long time to get the popcorn popping again? Yeah. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 22,March,2004 | ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 20,March,2004 | Or should I say 'war protest'? That sounds less hippyish. So yeah, today I was at the rally downtown. It was the first of these I've been to, and it was pretty cool. Although I didn't agree with EVERYTHING people were saying, it was still quite an experience. But yeah, I took a bunch of photos and made a neat gallery out of them. urlLink Check them out here. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 19,March,2004 | Don't you hate people that hate people that use the word irony wrong? |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 07,March,2004 | The diversity of my audience will be my downfall. Also, here are some comics I drew on the IGN boards the other day: ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) Oh, and as the final punchline of the final comic explains, I am IGN Insider Reader of the Week this week. And you aren't. urlLink Check it out, y0. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 23,April,2004 | Got four and a half hours of sleep, turned in my junior paper, visited and spoke with a man who will most likely die in the coming weeks, and went to Powells Beaverton. Oh and I also saw a tree. A frail and weak tree. An singularistic tree. It was missing a few branches. On one side, it had the f-word carved into it. It made me realize, we can't all be beautiful. Here was a tree dealing with what life had dealt it the best way it knew how, by soaking up the rays of the sun and continuing to grow. I think the weakerthans said it best when they said 'drowning in the pools of other lives'. That means so much. When I looked outside, I saw all the ugliness in the world, and then looked in the mirror. A tear was running down my ugly face. I am beautiful. You will know the power of my wind. I will topple the highest phone poles with my love. I hope these words will serve as an inspiration to all of you. The tree may have been missing its branches but with this blog, perhaps I can extend my own branches of wisdom to other frail and lonely trees, lost and seeking their own identities in this superificial and transient world. Yes my sweets, together we can overcome any adversity and hardship. Together, we can move mountains. Hahhaaha. That was awkward. I can't believe some people took it seriously. Just in case some of you didn't ge tit, I was satirizing hyper-introversion. You know, pretentious fuckers who read Catcher in the Rye and think that suddenly they understand the entire world. I guess the dying man part thing might've led people to assume that this was gonna be a somber/serious entry. Well it wasn't. I guess it was kinda tasteless of me to mention a dying man and some silly story like that in the same entry. And I hope the 'ugly face' part didn't convince you it was serious. But yeah, just never take anything I say on the internet seriously and you'll be ok. In any case, check this baby out: (let me tell ya, she's soon gonna be mine soon) Oh and my Junior Paper is finally done. But now begins my history research project. Thesis due monday. Outline next week. Rough draft the week after that. And next week is also SATs. And the week after that is also AP exams. It just doesn't end. I've also gotta do my Christian Service and write that paper. Anyway, I think I'm gonna go do some SAT studying. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 22,April,2004 | Sometimes I park, in handicapped spaces, while handicapped people, make handicapped faces. I got your letter, It said I love you. Well guess what. I love you too. Hey you, I want you to meet someone new, Her name is Goo, She's got nothing to do, Because she's new to this schoo' C'mon be nice Goo, Say hi, whats new? |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 20,April,2004 | The following is something I wrote a few months ago but thought it would be timely to reprint. Maybe it's because I want to show all the immitators (I've seen three or four blogs start in the past few weeks from people I know!) how and why those of us who are vets in the blogging industry do what we do. Damn kids these days with their..their...hula hoops and rock music, I'll show 'em!! Or maybe it's just because all my content has been so lamentable lately I need to recycle some old gems and wallow in my past 'accomplishments'. You see, I'm going through a mid life crisis of sorts. Or a mid-career crisis. That's actually exactly what's going on. Jeez Shakeer, nice work there. He shoots he scores! But yeah, why do I keep a blog? Thats a good question. I guess writing and being published like this is a sort of primal verification: I am published, therefore I exist. A distinct part of exists and appears somewhere beyond myself. My thoughts aren't just stuck inside my muddled head, they're out in the real world being read, appreciated, or even just acknowledged. I've made my mark on the world and although not a significantly tangible mark, an intristic and personal mark nevertheless. That I guess is the philosophical reason. The more practical reason is well, this is what I do. I like to do it. It might be the norm but I guess its just something I like to do. Don't get me wrong; I don't mean that in the 'I'm deviating from the mainstream so I'm cool' way. To me, that sort of thing is a load of bullshit. But I probably shouldn't say that. That would be being judgemental. And shakeer don't like being judgemental. As I was saying, this is just the way I enjoy expressing myself. Different people express themselves in different ways. This way is pretty easy. I don't really have to make much of an effort but I can be heard anyway. Of course, to others updating a website like this may seem like a big waste of time. Well, this is how I like to spend my time thank you very much. How they choose to express themself is different. Its not right and its not wrong. Just different. As I was saying though, this way is pretty easy. I don't have to show up and do anything or impress anyone. All I have to do is type up some shit and press post. And I must say, it's pretty gratifying. I mean, unlike people who choose to express themselves more openly, I don't need to worry about hearing the boos. I don't have to deal with someone's dissatisfaction in my face. Yeah, I guess in that regard, its a pretty cowardly thing to do (writing a journal like such) but I can live with that. That's it. So anyway, I just signed up for a Google mail account (gmail) All you folks can't sign up for it yet, it's beta. Only I can. Cuz I'm cool like that. Canttouchdis' y0. Okay. So I was thinking of picking up a cheap domain name (again). Here's what I've got so far in terms of creative titles: www.a-gosh-amongst-men.com, www.wearing-socks-with-sandals.com, and uhh yeah that's about it. In terms of non-creative titles I've got shakeer.com, shakeer.org, or uhm shakeersblog.com. Speaking of creative, check out this shirt design I've made: ( urlLink Click for a bigger version. ) It's like those stupid 'EVERYBODY LOVES A JEWISH GIRL'/'EVERYBODY LOVES AN ITALIAN BOY' shirts they have at Urban Outfitters. They didn't have a brown boy version. I checked. Maybe when I get some time I'll make this and distribute it to fellow members of my race. I might even include yellow folk too with a version for them. Oh and I bought a new watch. It's a Cat in the Hat watch. Cost me a fortune. $1.99. But let me tell ya, it was worth every last dollar. You see, it's got four changable faceplates. Not one. Not two. Not three. FOUR. Be sure to come by some day and check it out. I may let you have a peek. Okay boys and girls, thats all for now. Before I go, I'll do one of those 'now listening to' things. Except since I understand that all of you live busy lives I'll just list the bands that are topping the playlists this week: The Beatles, Bob Dylan, The Dandy Warhols, The Flaming Lips, Interpol, Joy Division, The Kinks, Modest Mouse, Neutral Milk Hotel, Pearl Jam, Phish, Radiohead, The Replacements, The Smiths, and The Velvet Underground. (omg whoa check it out i've got 'indie cred') k l8r allig8rz |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 19,April,2004 | My proverbial biting-social-commentary well has run dry. And since I still have to continue to deliver dynamic content on deadline, I guess I'll have to resort to my backup routine: Just flew in from New York last night, did you know my agent booked me on a flight to Porltand Maine? I'm like UHH THATS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COUNTRY. But it's okay, he's a nice guy, nice guy. So I was just at the supermarket last week and noticed that hot dogs come in bags of 10 and buns come in bags of 8. WHATS UP WITH THAT? What are you supposed to do with the two extra buns? Anyway, so my wife wants me to go on the Atkins diet. Atkins: whats up with that? I mean, you eat all the meat you want and no vegetables or bread? Great idea, that sounds exactly like the diet I've got going now!! *buh-dum-tsh* I kid, I kid, so have you guys seen any of those reality sho- whats that? My times up? Okay then. Make sure to try the chicken wings...and don't forget to tip your waitress! Okay nevermind, I guess I have no choice but to do what all the newspaper comicstrip artists have been doing for years: recycling old jokes and exploiting common stereotypes/'ironies': ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) No? Okay then, maybe I should do what all the comic artists are doing these days and start talking about political issues and/or Iraq since we all know that people would rather get their war news from three pannel comic trips that feature talking animals then the rest of the newspaper they're holding in their hand (these are both from just today): ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) ok seriously i got nothing. maybe i should just resort to self-depreciating racial humor and/or the typical bitching stuff that would be more effective if yelled on a street corner. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 18,April,2004 | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST WAS POSTED BY BRIAN SEO WITHOUT THE CONSENT OF SHAKEER OR OTHER MEMBERS OF THE SHAKEER'S BLOG TEAM. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. Boy, Does This Guy Have a Life!!! Shakeer really needs to update his blog. I have been sitting at my desk for seven hours pressing the 'refresh' button on my internet browser and nothing's changed. I can't believe he hasn't updated his blog yet! Jeez, Shakeer! It's not all about you! Just because you want to go out with your friends, go out to party, or visit your grandmother in the hospital, doesn't mean that you can just ignore people that depend on you. How about being considerate for another person's needs for once, huh? You really should update your blog. I am getting really bored. -Brian Seo Anything and Everything in Excess Co. 15757 NE Monte Carlo Wy. Chino, California 91710 Available online @ http://brianseo.blogspot.com |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 15,April,2004 | That, for those that don't know, is my English teacher. And if you don't know her, you probably don't need to read it. Anyway, I'm emailing it to her anonymously tommorow during 3rd period (so right before our class). She's always checking her email during class so hopefully she'll find it and read it to us. Hopefully she'll go berserk: To Mrs. Festine, I don't know what you're doing but my daughter has been up late into the night (way past her bedtime) for a number of days in the past week or so working on the enormous English paper you have assigned her. She has been complaining incessantly about her workload and although I will admit that other classes (as well as her holy week obligations) might have had something to do with it, you seem to be at the center of her complaints. She's only a teenager and she definatively doesn't deserve to be overworked like this. Just in the past week, I've had to drive her to two different libraries to get research materials for this project. What do you hope to accomplish by pushing your students this far? Why do they need to spend this much time outside of school and at other facilities doing work for this project if we're paying thousands of dollars worth of tution every year to send her to school? Why don't you help your students and let them work in class instead of forcing them to spend countless hours slaving away at home? I'm usually not one to complain about my children having to do lots of work but there has to be a limit. And guess what: one of the reasons she tells me she's working so hard on this is that your class is the one she's struggling most in. I don't see how someone who works so hard can struggle though. And I don't see how you can expect your students to get that much work done in the course of two or so weeks. My daughter has been getting As for all her life. How can she be getting a B in English? She can speak English. She can write well. She works hard. We pay thousands of dollars. Also, she's only a little girl. She's not cut out for this kind of work. Just lighten up on her, willya? I mean, she's a girl. Just let me tell you though, she worked obscenely hard and it's your fault (you could've at least assigned the project more then a few weeks ago). After that much work, if she doesn't get an A this semester, I most definately will not be pleased. This time I'm only emailing you. Next time I might have to email your supervisors. This sort of thing will not stand. Sincerely, Michael Bukowski Her reaction will be golden. Also, go see Proof. It was great. Oh and Brian Seo tried to hijack my blog by posting a satire of one of those pointless anecdotes I've been writing lately (Manny, the glasses, the bicycle (which most critics agree, is the best of the bunch (although its a shame that few have read it (hint hint)))). It's actually really funny. I got rid of it from here but make sure to go check it out on urlLink his blog . |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,April,2004 | I was just crusing some political forums on the internet and came across a transcript for a speech from the upcoming presedential elections. I contacted the campaign headquarters and they asked me to post it on the blog. It's actually a really good speech and well, I was pretty undecided about where to put my vote before (all that partisan bickering and negative campaigning was too much for me...also, my favorite candidate was eliminated in the primaries) but now I'm pretty sure. So without further ado, urlLink here it is . |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,April,2004 | SOMEONE JUST SENT ME THIS: 'You have just been PIMP KISSED!!! pass on the love.If you get it back ur really loved. i'd really appreciate it if u passed it around!!!Tonight at midnight your true love will realize they like you. something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm tommorow, it could be anywere MSN,outside school, inside skool....anywhere! send this to 15 ppl in fifteen min..or you will cursed for the next 10 yrs!!!!!' SERIOUSLY GUYS PASS THIS ON I DUN WANNA BE CURSED THX |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 12,April,2004 | Apparanty, it's gonna include Morrissey, Modest Mouse, Sonic Youth, The Flaming Lips, possibly Interpol, and a bunch of other great bands! Those are some of my favoritest bands. This could very well be the coolest concert/festival to hit Portland, if it does! Oh and they're also reducing ticket prices this year which is good since the tickets for a festival with that many big names would obviously be pretty pricey. And they're hitting 20 cities, so Portland will probably be one. I hope. Or at least Seattle. I would kill to go to that concert. I'm excited. Real excited. I need to let others know about this so I think I'll post a blog entry about it. Yeah! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 11,April,2004 | And 'better' can apply to lots of things. Being pretentious is bad but trying to avoid seeming sophisticated or intelligent (IF you really are, which some people really are, BELIEVE IT OR NOT) to others, is even worse. In cany case. ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 10,April,2004 | You see, I was just walkin down the hallway mindin my own business when suddenly these two big numbskulls jump outta nowhere and grab my brand new glasses. I didn't want no trouble so I was just like all OKAY VERY FUNNY GUYS GIVE EM BACK. Then I grabbed for em but the one on the left just tossed it over to his partner in CRIME. I lunged in the other direction but then the other guy tossed it back too. This wont on for like five or so more tosses. At this point I had enough so I was like all QUIT IT YOU GUYS GIVE IT BAAAAACK but they just shoved me into the drinking fountain. He was about to turn it on and drench me in water but then Mr. Kloser came in and told them to knock it off. Let me tell ya though, if it weren't for Mr. Kloser coming to my rescue, I woulda been stuck in a locker that afternoon. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 10,April,2004 | Jesuit MUN. YEAH. Hopefully I'll have impressions/photos/videos soon. Maybe. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 05,April,2004 | You see, I didn't swear much back in those days. We were in PE class outside and it was pretty hot. I was hangin' out with some 'bad' kids that said bad wordsand stuff and to make conversation I was like 'It sure is really darn, I MEAN DAMN, hot'. 'darn, I MEAN DAMN' wow p.s. save the 'you still are' p.p.s. this wasn't the good update p.p.p.s obviously |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 03,April,2004 | I forgot what it was though. hmm, I'll probably remember it soon. It had something to do with...nah, that wasn't it. Whatever, I just remember it was good. Real good. Funny too. Dammit, what was it?! Guh, forget it. Just pretend that this is it. Yeah. 'Ha ha, another great update Shakeer' Thats all I want. Maybe throw in a 'keep up the good work' if you're feeling generous. Thanks. GUH WTF WAS IT. THIS IS GONNA KEEP UP ALL NIGHT. |
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688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 02,April,2004 | One time I was eating something in class and the teacher asked what I was eating and I said it was a cough drop. It wasn't. It was candy. |
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688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 01,April,2004 | To the people who fired Bob Edwards for being too old to attract younger listeners to National Public Radio, listen to this: I'm 16 years old and I don't think Bob Edwards is the reason that many youth don't care about current events. In fact, I have a number of high school friends who listen to him every morning on their ways to school. I've tried the 'hipper' talk-radio stations and concluded that nothing compares to the way Bob Edwards manages to make the news legitimate and appealing. I've heard accounts from his older fans explaining how, after listening to the show for years, they have trouble imagining anyone but him hosting the show. Although for me that period of time isn't nearly as long, I can't help but agree. Also: although I said I gave talk radio a try and didn't like it much, it's not really true. I did give KPOJ (Air America) a try the other day and found it pretty interesting. A bit too far left yes (then again, I read Adbusters magazine so...), but an interesting alternate perspective nevertheless. I'll definately listen to it when NPR starts getting boring. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 01,April,2004 | I know was watching it for you until you came back on the twenty seventh but I guess I didn't do such a good job. I assure you though, I was feeling pretty sorry and I spent all morning grieving. Everybody's saying that you'll take the news gracefully but somehow, I don't think I'll be getting off that easily. You see, I meant her no harm when I left her unlocked outside the corner shop. I was just running in, didn't think I'd be that long. I came back, she was gone and all that was there was some bored old dog, leashed up to the place where your bicycle had been. I guess we'll never see poor Susan again. Let this be consolation, that all the while you were in Maui, I treated her with care and respect and gave her lots of love, and I was usually pretty good 'bout locking her up. Where has she gone? Well, I bet she's on the bottom of the ol' duck pond, rudely abused on some heshner's joy ride. So yeah, I wrote you this apology in the hopes that you'd forgive me even though it was wrong, being so careless with a thing so great and taking your poor Madeline away. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 01,April,2004 | One, the psuedo-cynical blog with clever arguments that would probably be more effective SHOUTED and two, the mellow, sensitive, let's all do origami, creative blog. I'd like to say I'm right in the middle. I'd also like to say that I'm extremely smart, good-looking, and rich, but that's not true is it? |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 01,April,2004 | ( urlLink Click here for a bigger version of the picture. ) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 31,May,2004 | 1. Click the above. 2. Download it all. 3. Enjoy. (I cannot stress the importance of steps 1-2 enough. This is awesome music. Yes, its wierd. Yes, its 'gay'. Yes, its like nothing you've heard before. But it's also lovely. And endearing. And legal. So acquire 'em now. Oh and keep in mind that those are all live tracks so they sound somewhat crappier then the real thing. If you succesfully complete step 3, talk to me, and I'll hook you up with the actual album. I've got it all.) (If you're concerned about bandwidth, they look like they're going from best to worst. Sort of. So just start at the top and work your way down. You should be ok that way.) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 30,May,2004 | I've decided to compile a list of my 20 favorite albums of the past 20 years for a number of reasons: -Making lists is fun -Proliferation of music is cool -I've always been meaning to make a list of best albums of like forever but like the classics from the 60s and 70s always bog me down -Making lists is fun Here it is. (It's in order, obviously, but the ordering isn't completely accurate. Also, the lower you get, the less accurate it gets. Also, alot of the albums at the bottom could be exchanged for other albums. Also, alotta bands have more then one album that deserves to be there but I didn't include both or whatever on purpose. Also, some bands have alotta good singles and I like them alot but I didn't really think they had a good album that I wanted to choose. An example that comes to mind is Pearl Jam. I guess The Smiths would fall into that category too but The Queen is Dead is inarguably my favorite album of all time and I guess the tragedy with them isn't my 'only pick good ALBUMS not SINGLES or BANDS' rule as much as it is my 'only pick one album' rule. Okay, I'll shut up and get to the list now.) 1. The Smiths The Queen Is Dead 2. Pixies Doolittle 3. Radiohead Kid A 4. Sonic Youth Daydream Nation 5. My Bloody Valentine Loveless 6. Belle & Sebastian If You're Feeling Sinister 7. Wilco Yankee Hotel Foxtrot 8. Modest Mouse The Lonesome Crowded West 9. U2 The Joshua Tree 10. Nirvana Nevermind 11. Neutral Milk Hotel In the Aeroplane Over the Sea 12. The Shins Chutes Too Narrow 13. Interpol Turn on the Bright Lights 14. Beastie Boys Licensed to Ill 15. The Unicorns Who Will Cut Our Hair When We're Gone 16. The Flaming Lips The Soft Bulletin 17. The Postal Service Give Up 18. Pavement Slanted & Enchanted 19. Of Montreal Satanic Panic in the Attic 20. Coldplay Parachutes |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 28,May,2004 | Last night, I went to The Decemberists show downtown. It was at the Aladdin theater on the east side (you know, the shitty side). Never having really experienced professional live rock music like this, I had little idea what to expect. From what I'd heard, the band was supposed to be absolutely fucking amazing live. And guess what. They were. I was pretty fond of their music before but didn't think way too much of it. Their music is okay but live, they were perfect. Anyway, so we got there pretty early and after a while, the first warm up band, The Places, came on. They really sucked and were a complete waste of time. After them, The Long Winters did another opening act and were actually pretty good, nothing amazing, but you could tell they were talented but perhaps not that exciting live. The frontman for The Long Winters was pretty cool though. Once he asked for requests at the end of their setlist and while everyone was yelling out songs, I yelled a request for The Decemberists. The few people around me who heard laughed. But yeah, then came The Decemberists. They delivered quite a performance and not only was their music great, they were pretty fun and interesting as well. Colin Meloy is a charismatic, talented, and undeniably dreamy frontman, the fat bassist is hilarious, and the wierd trollish lady that plays the accordian and sometimes keyboards is uhm, interesting. At one point the three of them did this really cool duel which was pretty entertaining. In any case, we had to leave early (at 11) but they finished their set right before we had to go. It was fantastic timing. But then they came back on stage and did some extra stuff (I think they may have started taking requests). As we were leaving, they began playing The Tain which would've been awesome to hear since its like 18 minutes long. Meh. Next time. My only other complaint would be our seats. Most people went up to in front of the stage during The Long Winters so they got to stay there and rock out during the Decemberists but we stayed in our seats. Later, those people were blocking our view so we moved up to the viewing gallery up above. Those seats offered a good view but the atmosphere just wasn't as cool as being down below so later during the Decemberists setlist, we went back down and tried to stand at the back of the crowd. We could see okay but it would've been cooler if we'd been up front and since we'd come so early, we probably should've used that to our advantage to get to the front. Whatever though, we weren't really familiar with rock concert etiquette so it's all good. Besides, this complanit isn't even a really big one and I'm just being too nitpicky. In any case, Brian Seo also went and he took a bunch of photos. I picked a few of them and uploaded them; you can view them urlLink here . Check them out, they're pretty good. Oh and I also scored myself some stickers, a little lapel pin, and urlLink this tshirt (isn't 'The 'Never Send To Know With Whom The Van Rolls, It Rolls With Thee' Tour 2004' just the greatest name for a tour you've ever heard?). Good stuff. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 26,May,2004 | (Click the title above for the trailer. Watch and weep my friends, watch and weep.) Allow me to break it down. The movie has all the neccesary elements for a shitty 'urban' (read: black people) comedy: - No plot whatsoever - Break-dancing - Inordinate amounts of chrome/'bling' (the airplane has rims...) - Hydraulics (EXCEPT NOW ITS ON A FUCKING AIRPLANE) - The token lame white guy who has no idea what's going on - The cool white guy who is down with it - The fat black woman who waves her finger and acts sassy for no apparant reason (her name in the movie JAMAQUIA, no joke) - The slutty/innocent white woman (Brook Shields) - Method Man and Snoop Dogg (both mandatory actors in shitty movies like this) - Endless drug references Man, I think its time for another Spike Lee Joint. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,May,2004 | (For some reason, much of my content as of late has been awfully political...whatever, its better then being awfully awful.) Anyway, here are some excerpts from each of their speeches about the current situation in Iraq: 'Like you, I have been disgraced about what I've seen on TV that took place in prison.' —George W. Bush, Parkersburg, West Virginia, May 13, 2004 'Dominance is not really a strategic policy or political philosophy at all. It is a seductive illusion that tempts the powerful to satiate their hunger for more power still by striking a Faustian bargain. And as always happens - sooner or later - to those who shake hands with the devil, they find out too late that what they have given up in the bargain is their soul.' -Al Gore, New York City, New York, May 26, 2004 |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,May,2004 | The South. Like that whole area. Especially South Carolina. Fucking South Carolina started the Civil War and has always been causing trouble. And they're so backwards and shit. :ook what they're up to now: urlLink http://www.worldnetdaily.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=38571 :| But then again, a succession and stuff sure would be cool as hell. I mean, you have to admit, cool shit like that never happens anymore and a little constitutional controversy would sure liven stuff up a little, huh? |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,May,2004 | Yeah, neither have I. I plan to do so this summer though. If you're at all interested in political science, apparantly it's an awesome read. Anyway, I was reading a summary of one of the subplots and I happened to make a really profound connection with whats going on in Iraq now. Well I thought it was profound. But thats just me. Okay, you see, the book is about a Roman duke who is having problems with civil unrest. One day, he puts this man named Messer Ramiro d'Orco into power as a governor in the unruly province to alleviate the unrest but this d'Orco guy, who is described as swift and cruel, manages to restore authority at the price of causing widespread outrage at the government. As a result, in an attempt to distance himself from d'Orco, the duke stages a show trial and sentences the an to death. He then has him brutally executed in public and attempts to thus satiate the people's resentmen. So, where am I going with this? The last three US military invasions (if you ignore Bosnia, that is), were actions where the US publically attempted to bring down people they had formerly either put into power or helped keep in power: Noriega, Bin Laden, and Hussein. Macchiaveli is a fucking genius. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 25,May,2004 | I haven't done a 'hey this is everything I did today' post in a long time and seeing as how I've got two finals and a bunch of homework for tommorow, this sounds a splendid time for one. Okay, so nothing really out of the ordinary happened at school today. Well, one thing happened. And now that you mention it, it was pretty out of the ordinary. You see, Mr. Mike Simons had the greatest Freudian Slip today. Okay, so we were talking about what characteristics of the Twenties gave the period its 'Roaring' reputation. He was asking us for some and we came up with the usual (Jazz, speakeasies, flappers, spectator sports, Hollywood) but for some reason, Mr. Simons wasn't content. He wanted one more and he was intent on squeezing it out of us. He pushed on and we kept supplying him with stuff ('Leisurely automibile drives?') but that wasn't it. Of course, by now, we pretty much knew what this last one was gonna be (Oh Simons, you dirty old man!) but no one could bring themselves to say it. So he finally said it: 'And of course, FREE SEX!! Well not free but...' With the class at a loss for a response, Mr. Simons decided he ought to propell the situation into further awkwardness. He continued his lecture with, 'Oh yeah, and the thing about that was that cars were starting to become cheaper and more popular. And funny thing is, they even used cars for sex in those days...some called cars rolling houses of prostitution...you see, they'd just come out with the HARDCORE...uhh I mean hardtop.' He shuffled and rushed to correct himself, realizing what he had just said as the class shared awkward glances and muffled laughs. It took a few moments to sink in but as Mr. Simons tried to continue his lecture pretending that nothing had happened, the laughter spread and increased. Some of us couldn't believe that just happened because when you think about it, its a pretty peculiar situation to be in. I mean, for him to have said that like that, he obviously has been exposed to the word alot. Now, the only way someone would relate the words hardcore and sex (or the only way one would use the word harcore nowadays really) would be if they were big fans of porn. And the thing is, even if this had nothing to do with porn and was an honest mistake, it's not like he could say, 'No guys, I don't look at porn, its not what you think, seriously!!!' So he was pretty much screwed. Classic Freudin slip. Good times. Yeah, I guess you kinda had to be there. But Mr. Simons is such a geezer. I mean, he's the man and all, but he tries so hard to be cool with the kids (remember the 'Big Dog' dance?). Another time I remember he was telling us about how during the GIlded Age, politicians were widely revered and respected. He explained how they would travel around the country to be met with public delight and accolades. People would flock in the thousands to attend their speeches and Mike went on to compare their social statuses with those of modern rock stars. As if we needed for him to reinforce this hypothesis, he decided that his claim needed to be backed up with some sort of concrete evidence and thus contined with, 'Yeah, like rock stars...you know like the...well, what are some big rock bands these days?' The responses were characteristically muffled and scattered so unsatifisfied, Mike concluded the discussion with 'Oh yeah yeah, those are good but I was thinking more along the lines of Def Leppard and Limp Bizkit.' WTF? How oh how did he come up with those two bands and how did he manage to link them. I mean, Limp Bizkit isn't even heavy metal...how the hell would he even know Limp Bizkit though. It was so wierd. But yeah. Another time, he was telling us about Vaudevilles and commented that although they didn't have stuff like that anymore, back when he was a kid, they'd sometimes have 'variety' shows on TV. Some kid raised his hand and asked if the shows were like modern shows like The Steve Harvey Show on WB and Mike responded with 'Steve Harvey huh, I've never seen that one.' OF COURSE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN 'THAT ONE' MR. SIMONS, YOU'RE OLD AND LAME. Guh. Okay, I'm sounding stupid. I spent alot of time working the ol' cube today (read the ode below). I also went to Powells and bought three Dr. Seuss books (including 'You're Only Old Once' for Mrs. Festine), netting myself an AWESOME Dr. Seuss waterbottle. It's awesome. Trust me. I'll make sure fill it to the Gerald McBoing Boing and bring it into school tommorow. I also noticed this cool-looking Albert Einstein action figure and couldn't resist buying it. I just looked at it and though, 'damn, that's so something I'd buy' just like I sometimes say 'damn, that's so something that so and so would buy'. But this time it was about me. I guess I let the filthy capitalist pig get the best of me—it's ironic because the next thing I bought was a copy of the activitist/dirty liberal/extremist rag, Adbusters magazine. If you're not familiar with the magazine, their slogan is 'CULTURAL REVOLUTION IS OUR BUSINESS' and their mission statement is as follows: 'We are a loose global network of artists, writers, environmentalists, ecological economists, media-literacy teachers, reborn Lefties, ecofeminists, downshifters, high school shit-disturbers, campus rabble-rousers, incorrigibles, malcontents and green entrepreneurs. We are idealists, anarchists, guerrilla tacticians, pranksters, neo-Luddites, poets, philosophers and punks. Our aim is to topple existing power structures and forge a major rethinking of the way we will live in the 21st century. We want to change the way information flows, the way institutions wield power, the way the world keeps the peace, the way the food, fashion, automobile, sports, music and culture industries set their agendas. Above all, we want to change the way we interact with the mass media and the way in which meaning is produced in our society.' Yeah. Woaaah... But yeah, I just like reading it for the pretty pictures and interesting perspective on issues, thasall. Anyway, yeah, so then as I left and started making my way back to the Max stop, I noticed this cool looking record store and went in for a visit. It was awesome. I met all the indie bands that I'd previously known only on the internet in the forms of records and posters. I was thoroughly impressed and lingered around for a good ten minutes. Then I realized I ought to be getting home quickly and did so. But still, this is more downtown that I'll have to explore this summer when I'm working at Pop Art. I'm working pretty close to Powells so it's gonna be awesome. I can't wait. I also can't wait for the Decemberists concert. It's this Thursday. It's gonna be offdahook. You just wait. ps. On the way back on the Max, I came up with this wonderful new title for the blog. It's genius, I think. But thats just me. You see, it has a number of meanings. First of all, you know the term starving artist, right? It basically implies that artists are never ones to make too much money and due to the nature of their profession, are constantly finding themselves in debt or without money—or starving. Me though, I'm starving rightfully. I'm starving for a reason: namely, that my 'art' sucks. Oh and I'm also starving since I'm so skinny and eat so little. Yeah. Clever huh. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 24,May,2004 | For Calculus, we have to ride Odes to our Rubik's Cube. The following is my ode. She has been a test of the capabilities and pressures of my mind, my soul, my body—a crucible ordered down from the mightiest and wisest to measure my limits: spiritually, physically, psychologically, agriculturally, ergonomically, aesthetically. She has been a duel. A process. A struggle. An experience. A struggle. Like a modern day Helen of Troy, just one her six faces has launched a thousand ships. She has sent millions of my precious seconds to their demises. She has caused worlds to collide. Rivalries to form. Sensibility and desire have fought for control sleepless night after night. Aspiration and inevitably have warred bitterly and disastrously. Efficiency and style have endured a long duel for my sponsoring. And these, I warn you, are only the internal struggles. The external struggles have been far more devastating. She has wrought destruction and separation amongst the closest of friends, the most cordial of allies, and the most trusting of comrades. She has created in the hearts of her victims hate, frustration, and cynicism. Failure after failure, her subjects have questioned their very existences. If we can not even conquer her, what can we do? And what do we do? And why do we do it? What, if anything at all, does it mean to be anything at all? With tactics and weapons such as this, she has tormented, tortured, and broken anyone who has shown even the slightest bit of interest in her. She lures in her victims, convinces them of their invincibility with her occasional but intentional easy Down Plus Signs, already Oriented Up Corners, and most devious of all, her pre-aligned Final Two Edges. Once she has her subjects adequately trapped in her grips, she disillusions and tortures them with failed Step Sevens, critical errors, and worst of all, MID-PROCEDURE CUBE JAMS! Oh, how I abhorred those cube jams. Those jams, they pushed me to the edges of my sanity. I could handle the skill and patience required to master the necessary techniques and methods, but once my intelligence and reason has been pushed to such unimaginable limits, a simple nudge from a frustrating cube jam is enough to push me over the edge into the abyss of insanity. But I sit here not to complain of my struggles. No, the concern of this ode is not me. It concerns a certain cube and a certain you: the you that might be brave and foolish enough to believe that embarking on a similar expedition into the depths and far reaches of everything that is her is a fine idea. It isn’t. I assure you my friend, it most definitely isn’t. Do not do it. Throw her into a rapidly flowing river. Step away. Back out slowly. RUN. RUN LIKE YOU’VE NEVER RUN BEFORE. RUN LIKE YOU’LL NEVER RUN AGAIN. RUN FOR EVERYTHING THAT IS SACRED, GOOD, AND TASTY IN THIS WORLD. Please heed my warnings. For your own safety. I wouldn't wish her wrath upon anyone. To others who plan to embark on a similar quest to conquer and ravage her thoroughly and wholly, I have only one bit of wisdom: get out of this while you still can. Save yourselves. She is cruel. She is devious. She is merciless. I refuse to allow her to slay another innocent individual. She is by no means worth the toil and sacrifice. Think of your mothers. Your families. Your friends. Do you dare risk having them weep as a result of your pride and arrogance? Not only is she capable of bringing ruin to both your mind and body, she will devastate to those you love and care for. She is unforgiving and corrupting. She is the embodiment of everything evil and wrong in this world. Avoid her. Yet to be fair I also must speak of the wonder and magnificence of her bounties. To those brave and tireless enough to pursue her and for those wise and patient enough to complete her, you are in for a truly remarkable feeling. As the pieces fall into perfect alignment, as you reach the fruit of your toil, as you prepare to join the ranks of an elite few, you will experience a status and a sensation experienced by only the most respected and luckiest of our world. And my friend, let me tell you: from that point, it only gets better. Your times only get shorter. Each solve only gets sweeter. You will know what it means to be beyond this earth. You too, will feel the almost intrinsic inclination to proudly brandish the cube high above your head and firmly slap it down on whatever flat surface you may find near. For you, she will no longer be a symbol of pain and toil, but rather of pride and accomplishment. For those around you, she will be a symbol of envy and aspiration. With your selfish and arrogant act of plucking her bounty for yourself, you have driven countless other youths to their own destructions as they dedicate themselves to a similar feat. Little do they know the toil and sacrifice you put in for what seems to be an easy accomplishment. For if you solve her, you truly are glorious. You truly have exceeded the ranks of ordinary men and entered into the realm of the spiritual. For you, all of life’s doors are now open. For you, any mountain is conquerable, any dream attainable, any goal accomplishable. Walk with increased vigor and swagger my son, for you deserve the accolades and praise that those who cannot begin to comprehend your glory will shower upon you. You have confirmed your identity, you have made your mark upon the world, you have left a legacy that will never be forgotten. You have conquered the unconquerable. You can solve a cube in a time faster then a time ordinarily associated with solving something that takes less time to solve then a cube. You can cube. And therefore, you are. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 24,May,2004 | I haven't done a 'hey this is everything I did today' post in a long time and seeing as how I've got two finals and a bunch of homework for tommorow, this sounds a splendid time for one. Okay, so nothing really out of the ordinary happened at school today. Well, one thing happened. And now that you mention it, it was pretty out of the ordinary. You see, Mr. Mike Simons had the greatest Freudian Slip today. Okay, so we were talking about what characteristics of the Twenties gave the period its 'Roaring' reputation. He was asking us for some and we came up with the usual (Jazz, speakeasies, flappers, spectator sports, Hollywood) but for some reason, Mr. Simons wasn't content. He wanted one more and he was intent on squeezing it out of us. He pushed on and we kept supplying him with stuff ('Leisurely automibile drives?') but that wasn't it. Of course, by now, we pretty much knew what this last one was gonna be (Oh Simons, you dirty old man!) but no one could bring themselves to say it. So he finally said it: 'And of course, FREE SEX!! Well not free but...' With the class at a loss for a response, Mr. Simons decided he ought to propell the situation into further awkwardness. He continued with |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 24,May,2004 | Okay, so this farmer walks into a bar—oh wait, might've been a supermarket. And come to think of it, it may have not been a farmer. Could've been a banker. Wait, that doesn't sound right either. Hmm, whatever, so this guy walks into the bar. Or supermarket. One of the two. He's walking into something. And he sees this other guy, and he knows him pretty well from before. Not really well but he kind of knows him. So then the guy says the funniest thing to him. I forget what it was but it was really funny. The other guy laughed. It as the funniest thing ever, I wish I could remember it. Trust me though, it was hilarious, what he said. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 24,May,2004 | Today's song of the day is urlLink PDA by the New York City band Interpol. They're good. They sound alot like Joy Division or the Chameleons. Also maybe like The Strokes. Folks that now stuff like this are saying that they're the new Joy Division but I'm not one to know alotta stuff like that so I'll take that with a grain of salt. ( |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 23,May,2004 | Purely in the interest of scienctific advancement, some person on the internet (I just got it in an email) decided to replace the word wand with the word wang at various occurances of the former in the Harry Potter books. The following are his conclusions: 'Why aren't you supposed to do magic?' asked Harry. 'Oh, well -- I was at Hogwarts meself but I -- er -- got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wang in half an' everything A magic wang... this was what Harry had been really looking forward to. 'Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter.' It wasn't a question. 'You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wang. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wang for charm work.' 'Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wang. Eleven inches. ' Harry took the wang. He felt a sudden warmth in his fingers. He raised the wang above his head, brought it swishing down through the dusty air and a stream of red and gold sparks shot from the end like a firework, throwing dancing spots of light on to the walls 'Oh, move over,' Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wang, tapped the lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!' The troll couldn't feel Harry hanging there, but even a troll will notice if you stick a long bit of wood up its nose, and Harry's wang had still been in his hand when he'd jumped - it had gone straight up one of the troll's nostrils. He bent down and pulled his wang out of the troll's nose. It was covered in what looked like lumpy gray glue. He ran onto the field as you fell, waved his wang, and you sort of slowed down before you hit the ground. Then he whirled his wang at the dementors. Shot silver stuff at them. 'Yes,' Harry said, gripping his wang very tightly, and moving into the middle of the deserted classroom. He tried to keep his mind on flying, but something else kept intruding.... Any second now, he might hear his mother again... but he shouldn't think that, or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to... or did he? Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wang Then, with a sigh, he raised his wang and prodded the silvery substance with its tip. 'Get - off - me!' Harry gasped. For a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wang. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 22,May,2004 | I've decided to do a Song of the Day thing where every day I post about a song. I'll post the lyrics and a link to the mp3 for your listening pleasure. Why? To insure the proliferation of music of course. Music ought to be shared, I think. Information ought to be set free. I'll do it legally though. I'll only post songs that I can find the mp3s of on the band / record company websites. First song: urlLink Darts of Pleasure (right-click save-as, its a 3.16mb) by Franz Ferdinand. Franz Ferdinand is a relatively new Scottish indie band that sounds alot like The Strokes, Interpol, Joy Division, and like most good modern indie, Pixies. So check em out if you like any of those bands or just uhm are interested. On a related note, I wish I had gone to The Shins concert on Thursday. Of course, seeeing as how I was up 'til like 3:30 working on my history paper and only went to school for like an hour the next day, that probably wouldn'ta worked. But I really regret not going. I've really got into them recently. And by recently, I mean like this weekend. I've had their music for a while but for some reason I really got into em just now. I wasn't too fond of them earlier but I am now. But yeah, I'll stop repeating myself and shut up now. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 22,May,2004 | Why do more people not complain about the incredible clusterfuck that is our current situation in Iraq? The more I think about it, the more pissed off I get. So much has gone wrong in Iraq and so much has gone wrong to bring us to where we are now yet people still continue to defend the actions of the administration and their war. That seriously speaks tragically and horrifically of how ignorant, blind, and complacent we Americans are. People still don't get it. The situation in Iraq is fucked up enough. Whats worse is that there are still people in this country insane to defend it. Every time anyone tries to bring up the fact that Iraq is just not working and that this administration is incompetent and useless, we get accused of being un-American or un-patriotic. I hate to make this partisan, but how can conservatives be so fucking naive and idiotic? I mean look, it's taken one year and over a thousand deaths for us to discover that there were no weapons in Iraq. I remember talking to conservatives during the buildup to the war and constantly getting fed stories and statistics about the horrible stockpiles and weapons programs Saddam had and feeling helpess since you couldn't really argue with information that sounded that concrete. Now though, we can see that that was all bullshit but guess what: it's too late. And whats worse is that if anyone tries to bring it up, we get told that the real reasons weren't those but rather getting rid of Saddam and spreading democracy, freedom, and justice. Of course, as we discover that this prison scandal goes further up then we initially expected, even that doesn't seem to add up. And we just don't get it. Why do they attack us? Why do they hate us? ... How can we be so fucking blind? Is it not obvious? Just put yourself in their shoes for a minute and think. They're people too. They can reason too. They're doing what they're doing for a reason. Are they doing what they're doing for the right reasons? Perhaps not. But does that mean that since we oppose them, our reasons are right? Hardly. But let me back up. As I was saying, we obviously went in there under false pretenses. We were obviously categorically and systematically lied to. I mean, this administration somehow managed to convince us that Iraq, a country that had neither done anything to us in years nor possessed the capability to do so, was suddenly the #1 security threat to not only the United States, but the rest of that region. How did they do it? They lied. They fucking lied. And they knew they were lying too. As its now becoming apparant, the US got most of its intelligence from Ahmed Chalabi and his band of intelligence manufacturing Iraqi exiles. As its also now becoming apparant, this government KNEW that Chalabi was trying to selling us false intelligence. In fact, the Bush administration attempted to make it so they could get the intelligence straight from Chalabi and avoid the analysts over at the CIA and the State Department. Why? Because they knew it was all bullshit, thats why. And guess what. Who does Chalabi seem to be loyal to? Iran. And guess what else. While Saddam wasn't really much of a threat to US at all, Iran was. Iran happens to be the home of the root of Islamic fundamentalist terror. The Iranian government activaly backs Palestinian terrorists. The Iranian was behind the Khobart towers' bombing. The Iranian government has been trying to develop a nuclear weapons program for years. Hell, Iran is even in the fucking 'axis of evil'. And what we're doing now is installing a pro-Iranian Shi-ite government in Iraq. In fact, Colin Powell recently announced that a theocracy is now acceptable in Iraq. A theocracy. Just like Iran. From the looks of it, the Iranian government has managed to dupe the greatest and most powerful nation in the world to expend millions of dollars and over a thousand innocent lives to topple a government it didn't like. And don't tell me they took advantage of us. Don't tell me we're the victims here. Because we knew. We were warned. As I said, the State Department and the CIA knew they were lying. And don't tell me that we didn't know better. Because we did. We were warned. We might have been pulling information out of our asses but you know who actually knew the situation in Iraq? The United Nations. Why? Because unlike us and our billion dollar satellites, they actually had men on the ground. Gathering intelligence. Inspecting weapons. And what did they tell us? That Iraq had dismantled its weapons program just like they told us they would. As much as you might hate the UN, they're good at finding stuff out. They're good at inspecting stuff. We might be fucking brilliant and blowing shit up and toppling governments in a jiffy, but when it comes to resolving geopolitical struggles and gathering unbiased intelligence, no one beats the United Nations. But we were too blind to recognize that. We were convinced that they were lying to us. We were convinced that our intelligence was spot-on. Colin Powell was convinced that somehow this nondescript rectangular building he was looking at in his overhead sattelite photos housed illegal chemical weapons factories underneath him. Colin Powell was somehow convinced that this vial he was holding in his hand contained anthrax and that that anthrax came straight out Iraq. Well guess what Mr. Powell, Mr. Bush, Mr. Cheney, Mr. Rumsfeld, and the rest of the fucking right wing political machine it didn't. You were wrong. You had no idea what you were talking about. And don't tell us you didn't know. Because you did. The UN told you. The rest of the world told you. The American public told you. Everyone else knew. And everyone tried to warn you. Everyone else tried to tell you not to go to war. Hell Mr. Powell, I knew. And I tried to warn you. But you and the rest of conservative America were convinced that Iraq was a grave and gathering threat. You tried to win us over with your empty patriotic rhetoric but it didn't work. We continued to warn you. When the rest of the world disagrees with you, that doesn't mean you're right and you're noble. It means that you're wrong. I understand that sometimes nations and invidivuals need to stand up for themselves but in the complex world of modern geopolitics, you can't always be right. You can always be powerful. You can always be rich. But you can't always be omniscient. No matter how noble our intentions may be, you CAN NOT be unilateral in a situation like this. You need to listen to the rest of the world. You need to listen to the governing bodies that the rest of the world has established to insure peace and understanding. Most importantly though, you NEED to listen to your own people. 'America doesn't need a permission slip from the rest of the world to defend itself,' proclaimed Bush in the State of the Union. Yes Mr. President, and apparantly she doesn't need a permission slip from her own people either. So what am I saying here? I'm saying that this wasn't a mere 'intelligence failure'. This was categorical and systematic lying. WE WERE LIED TO. Consciously and actively. We've seen what the administration is willing to do to get what they want. We've seen them treasonously expose the names of undercover CIA agents just because their family members spoke out against the actions of the administrtion (family members who were sent by the administration to investigate the very thing they were reporting when they spoke out). Whats worst though that people out there continue to support them. People out there continue to defend them. There's NO ACCOUNTABLITY anymore. Anyone who disagrees is wrong. There is no other side. There is no dissent. You're either with them, or you're against them. And they can never be wrong. Well guess what Mr. President: you WERE wrong. And guess what else, Mr. President: lots of American soldiers are going to die now in Iraq because of it. But you'll never see that. You'll remain convinced that you're right. In Breakfast of Champions , Kurt Vonnegut wrote, “We are healthy only to the extent that our ideas are sane”. With that single line, Vonnegut typified the tragedy of our society by explaining that no matter how insane, destructive, or arrogant we may be, at the end of the day we have the capabality of justifying our actions by labelling our own ideas sane, helpful, and most tragically, the truth. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 19,May,2004 | I just watched (no really) the documentary Fog of War. The film (yeah, thats right, I said film, not movie) follows American foreign policy through the last sixty or so years through the eyes of Robert S. McNamara , former US Secretary of Defense, President of the Ford Motor Company, and President of the World Bank. It is one of the most intriguing and interesting documentaries I have ever seen and offers quite an insight into the nature of war, politics, and America's relation with the rest of the world. Not only does the film serve to educate and entertain, it served to influence my perspective in several ways. The film revolves mostly around World War II, The Cuban Missile Crisis, and primarily the Vietnam War, but its messages on arms building, war, imperialism, and pacification are strikingly relevant today. What makes his message more credible (obviously) is the fact that the man actually knows what he's talking about. The movie seems to be McNamara's way of preserving his legacy, of explaining his actions, and correcting any misconceptions people may have had about his actions and what went on during his period as Secretary of Defense. In any case, as I said, he does offer quite a perspective into modern politics and events. Coming from the man that many (seemingly wrongly) blame to be responsible for the Vietnam War, his views on the Iraq war and current American foreign policy are relevant and neccesary. If you care at all about current events, politics, or history, or are just looking for an interesting perspective into American foreign policy, watch this film. Or at least urlLink watch the trailer . Or read the following. These are Mr. McNamara's 10 Lessons of War: 1. The human race will not eliminate war in this century, but we can reduce the brutality of war--the level of killing--by adhering to the principles of a 'Just War', in particular to the principle of 'proportionality'. 2. The indefinite combination of human fallibility and nuclear weapons will lead to the destruction of nations. 3. We are the most powerful nation in the world--economically, politically and militarily--and we are likely to remain so for decades ahead. But we are not omniscient. 4. Moral principles are often ambiguous guides to foreign policy and defense policy, but surely we can agree that we should establish as a major goal of U.S. foreign policy and, indeed, of foreign policy across the globe: the avoidance in this century of the carnage--160 million dead--caused by conflict in the 20th century. 5. We, the richest nation in the world, have failed in our responsibility to our own poor and to the disadvantaged across the world to help them advance their welfare in the most fundamental terms of nutrition, literacy, health, and employment. 6. Corporate executives must recognize there is no contradiction between a soft heart and a hard head. Of course, they have responsibities to their employees, their customers and to society as a whole. 7. President Kennedy believed a primary resonsibility of a president--indeed 'the' primary responsibility of a president--is to keep the nation out of war, if at all possible. 8. War is a blunt instrument by which to settle disputes between or within nations, and economic sanctions are rarely effective. Therefore, we should build a system of jurisprudence based on the International Court--that the U.S. has refused to support--which would hold individuals responsible for crimes against humanity. 9. If we are to deal effectively with terrorists across the globe, we must develop a sense of empathy--I don't mean 'sympathy' but rather 'understanding' to counter their attacks on us and the Western World. 10. One of the greatest dangers we face today is the risk of mass destruction as a result of the breakdown of the Non-Proliferation Regime. We--the U.S. are contributing to that breakdown. According to Mr. McNamara, the Bush Administration has failed each and every one of these tests. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 19,May,2004 | Yeah, I'm contemplating vegetarianism. I mean, it certainly has its benefits. But it also has its faults. Like for example, you can't eat beef. Oh and: you can't eat chicken. But it's not like I eat alot of either so meh. Still, other then the whole not eating meat part, vegeterianism certainly does seem attractive. Well not really. Okay look, I was just listening to Meat is Murder by The Smiths and it's convinced me to consider vegeterianism. In considering such an option, I put part of the lyrics in my AIM profile. The results were mixed but for the most part hostile. I think I'll just post them here and allow you to evaluate the issue for yourself: Heifer whines could be human cries Closer comes the screaming knife This beautiful creature must die This beautiful creature must die A death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER And the flesh you so fancifully fry Is not succulent, tasty or kind It's death for no reason And death for no reason is MURDER And the calf that you carve with a smile Is MURDER And the turkey you festively slice Is MURDER Do you know how animals die ? Kitchen aromas aren't very homely It's not 'comforting', cheery or kind It's sizzling blood and the unholy stench Of MURDER It's not 'natural', 'normal' or kind The flesh you so fancifully fry The meat in your mouth As you savour the flavour Of MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER NO, NO, NO, IT'S MURDER Oh ... and who hears when animals cry ? DOES THAT CONVINCE YOU? No? It should. Maybe if you heard the song, which is accompanied by screaming animals and razors, you'd know what I mean. But yeah, it's a good song. That's how a protest song is supposed to be. These days, everyone is making protest songs bitching about some social or political issue. Like for example the Beastie Boys. They're a good band but I have to say that World Gone Mad is easily their shittiest song. Most protest songs suck. And whats worse is when shitty bands decide they need to go political. Like Incubus. If you already suck and you produce lyrics like 'I dig my toes into the sand / The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds / Strewn across a blue blanket / I lean against the wind / Pretend that I am weightless / And in this moment I am happy / happy', going political is not gonna help. But they do it anyway. If I had my way, the only bands that could produce politically-charged music would be Radiohead and Pearl Jam. Oh and Bob Dylan. But I don't. And saying things like that make me sound like maddox. So I'll stop. Oh look what song just came up: Marijuana by Phish. :| |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 18,May,2004 | Lately I've been going through a bit of an indie pop phase. You know, a few days go it was old school rap, now its indie pop. Now you might be thinking, 'wtf shakeer indie pop ur so pretentious quit trying to categorize music major lamer', but well, you good for nothing heckler, how else do you expect me to explain the genre. Now you're probably thinking 'ok wutever dude but isn't indie pop a bit of an oxymoron lol'. Well no friend, it isn't. Well it is if you take each of those terms literally but you're not supposed to, ok?? You see, pop doesn't really mean 'popular'. It's just a kind of sound. So its okay for an 'indie' band to be 'pop'. Well, its not like it isn't okay for an indie band to be 'popular', but whatever you know what I mean. Right? No? Ok, lemme just name some bands: Belle & Sebastian, The Postal Service, Death Cab for Cutie, The Microphones, The Unicorns. Yeah. THERE. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 18,May,2004 | If you had a girlfriend in a coma. Because I mean think about it, you're really into her and suddenly she crashes her car and is in a coma. What do you do then? I mean, do you 'dump her' and get a new girlfriend? How would that work? And if you did decide to just abandon her, wouldn't that kind of suck to be her when she wakes up? That'd be awfully awkward. 'Oh hi, when did you wake up?!?!!' 'Hi honey!' 'Yeah...about that...' Or do you wait it out and hope that she gets well soon and once she wakes up, remembers you. Wouldn't that be just an incredibly sucky waste of time? I think so. SITCOM PLOT!! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 18,May,2004 | I just (well not just but we've already been over this huh) rented the DVD for the first season of the BBC television show 'The Office' and I hafta say that it's one of the single funniest television shows I have ever watched in my entire life. I also hafta say that everyone needs to acquire and watch it and everyone needs to acquire and watch it NOW. It's amazing. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,May,2004 | The Decemberists, a really awesome lowfi indie group, are coming to town on the 27th! Thats next Thursday. At the Aladdin Theater (on Powell and Milwaukee Ave). I'm going. You should too. (the lead singer is from Portland, if that convinces you...) If you wanna listen to some of their music then uhm ask me tommorow. Or download it. Yeah. Here are some photographs that may or may not help to change your mind: |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,May,2004 | Hey I just got back from the rally. Well not really, its actually the day after. But to add a sense of legitimacy and urgency, I'll make this quick and say that I just got back from it now. So lets pretend I got back now. Okay, so I just got back from the rally. Just in case you didn't know, thats the John Kerry rally. Now the rally itself wasn't that awesome. Kerry himself was kinda lame. He didn't say anything groundbreaking and mostly just bitched about Bush but come to think of it, I guess thats just what you're supposed to do at rallies. The experience itself was fun though. We had to wait in like for like an hour and half and spent most of that time making candid observations about the campaign rally thoroughfare. Lots of crazy Portlanders tend to come out of the woodwork (wtf is the origin of that term) and frequent these events (like that peace rally, err antiwar protest, that I posted about a few weeks ago). I'd say there were like ten to twenty thousand people there (my dad who was passing by the rally from work said that it looked like forty thousand to him) but the newspaper said there were only 8,000. Anyway, as I was saying, there were a buncha whackos there. First of all, there were all the lamer democracts who decided to show up and campaign for tommorow (well actually today)'s local elections. Sometimes urlLink the candidates themselves just walked around themselves and told people to vote for them (not that that guy is gonna win anyway...just look at him...he had other supporters too...like urlLink this hick ). Yeah, like they've really got a fighting chance if the day before the election they're just walking around handing out brochures. Goddamn leeches. Then there were the people who came and rallied for their own causes that had absolutely nothing to do with John Kerry (SAVE THE RAINFOREST!, urlLink FREE PALESTINE! , ABORTION, ehh I mean urlLink PRO-CHOICE! ). There were also the idiots who were protesting pretty much everything together. Like urlLink this guy , I had no idea WTF his point was and what he was trying to prove. The same idiots decide to show up at antiwar protsts as well. There were of course some pretty clever signs too. urlLink Like this one . I don't know what he's saying but it sure seemed mighty clever. But yeah, the rally itself was pretty cool. After waiting in line for so long (and we probably would not have gotten that far in line had we not found some other Jesuit kids near the front) and trying to catch glimpses at things urlLink from behind fences , we finally got through the security check (but only after urlLink this badass looking secret service agent checked our bags and magnetic wanded us). Just as we were getting in, the convoy began arriving. People started chanting 'KER-RY KER-RY KER-RY!' like he was some kind of rock star. Of course, I wasn't here for Kerry. I was here for Howard Dean and fortunately, Howard Dean urlLink came out first . He urlLink spoke for a while and then handed the mic over to urlLink some fat guy who gave a wholly uninteresting speech about how Kerry saved him in Vietnam. I really couldn't care less whether or not Kerry went to Vietnam. That was decades ago and his actions on one night in the jungle hardly do anything to convince me that I will agree with him on policy issues. And besides, back when Clinton was running, Kerry himself said that Vietnam should not be an issue and that people should not be using it for political gains. Ahem Mr. Kerry, thats exactly what you're doing right now. Anyway, so with Howard Dean gone I was about to leave though but then I noticed that urlLink Sean Astin , the guy who played Sam in Lord of the Rings, had showed up too! I had no idea WTF he was up to here but hey, it's Sam, so I stayed. He just kinda stood behind Kerry and swayed back in forth. He didn't say a thing. Just stood there. At least Art Alexakis of Everclear (who also APPARANTLY played at that whole prom thing we had last week, I wasn't there) 'entertained' the crowd (I use the word entertain very genereously). Anyway, so I decided to stick around and soon urlLink Kerry began his speech . True to form, he refused to be firm on anything and just kind of complained about Bush didn't have a plan for this and how the administration screwed up that. He didn't really specify his own plans but I guess its too early for that. Anyway, so he stopped speaking and urlLink held up hands with Dean , the guy who months ago he was attacking viciously and malaciously. But thats politics. Anyway, Dean made a run for it right afterwards (I guess he was just too cool for the rally) and Kerry began signing autographs and stuff. Naturally, I rushed the stage and pushed my way through many a disgruntled fan to get to urlLink the front . It was well worth it. I shoved my sign into Mr. Kerry's face and amazingly luckily, he signed it! Here it is: Pretty cool, huh? Yeah, I was pretty lucky. Anyway, so urlLink Kerry left shortly thereafter and the rally came to an end. It was fun. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 14,May,2004 | Hey guess what, John Kerry and Howard Dean are coming to Portland on Monday at Pioneer Courthouse Square. I think I'm going. I got tickets. urlLink You can get some here . I'll take some pictures. And stuff. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 13,May,2004 | (Click the title of the article.) Its good stuff. Man, I wish I could write this well: 'One of the first things a rock critic learns is not to emphasize the character on the other end of the speakers when reviewing records. This person, who is playing the tunes and singing the songs, isn't to be treated as a performer so much as the instigator of all the terrible/wonderful noise infesting the writer's world, and should be judged accordingly. That is, by the social rules of rock criticism, one shouldn't judge the musicians at all, merely their music-- and even then, only in terms of how it affects the writer, and in turn, how it might do the same for other listeners. The 'argument' comes during the moments when you either agree or disagree with the writer's experience. The next thing writers learn is that just thinking of one's own experience isn't enough, because there's a whole world out there giving clues to the real value of the music. If music 'matters,' it follows that its impact should be obvious outside the window; 'relevance' is paramount at this stage of criticism, though since bitter humility is a daily part of any rock writer's life, it pays to phrase arguments stressing relevance in ways that don't obviously indicate its bias. This kind of criticism may seem harsh (and pretty unrelated to the actual musical experience), but it also shares much with traditional journalistic aims of reporting and immediate interpretation, and as such, is a method emphasized at most mainstream music pubs.' |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 11,May,2004 | Okay, so you're reading Shakeer's fanciful tale about his 99% on the Junior Paper, and you're like (ahh shit son! Shakeer is the man), but I'm here to tell you how it really went down. So, Shakeer and I are sitting around on the thursday night before the Junior paper is due, and we were just playing some Donkey Kong on my N64. After owning Shakeer, I jumped to my feet and yelled out, 'YOU JUST GOT SERVED!' and he's like, 'Yea dawg...' and then I was like, 'YEA' and he was like, 'yea' and then he was like, 'wurd.' During our conversation consisting of one letter words we get this frantic phone call from this girl (Avital) who in a frantic stream of words asks us several irrelevant questions that have absolutely nothing to do with Donkey Kong. I just responded, 'Shit' and hung up the phone. Laughing I asked Shakeer, 'I wonder what she wanted?' 'Dude, I don't know, but what I do know is I'm going to own you in the next round!' 'Its on! Winner gets my pre-ordered copy of the You Got Served DVD' After a pitiful battle with Shakeer only getting a banana and a half, we turned off the tube and opened up a couple of brewskies. 'Hey man, when's that paper due?' Shakeer asked as he took a refreshing swig of his O'doul's nonalcoholic beverage. 'I don't know, in a long time,' 'Don't you have to read like a book?' 'How should I know,' I said. The phone rang again, but this time it was...YOUR MOM! Just kidding it wasn't. In fact, it was Danielle (one of the worry girls) she was wondering if 25 pages was too long, and if she should dedicate her paper to the trees or all of the unicorns that died from global warming. Shakeer informed her that she better cut her paper down to 10 pages if she was going to dedicate it to the trees, because 25 pages would destroy too much of the forest. Good one Shakeer. He turned to me, 'Hey I think that paper is due tomorrow dude.' 'Hmm we've still got time.' So we booted up the N64 for another game, and the night grew darker. To be continued. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 10,May,2004 | So, I just got my junior paper back. I did pretty well—much better then I had expected. When I stopped Mrs. Festine in the hall to hand it to me, she looked at me sternly and said, 'I'll give it to you under one condition'. Naturally, I anticipated the worst. Earlier today I heard about some other boys and girls who did much worse then they should have (I read their papers before they turned them in and didn't think they deserved those grades) and could see myself falling into that category too. She began to continue, 'you have to...' and paused. 'you have to promise me that you'll get a job writing a column for the New York Times when you grow up.' I breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, the relief didn't last too long. Situations like this are already awkward. I mean, what am I supposed to say, 'lol mrs festine, thats for sure, I am brilliant now that you mention it!!'. So I just kinda nodded and had an odd smile on my face. Oh yeah that reminds me. I can't smile. I just can't. Seriously, watch me tommorow or get me to smile. Like I can't get my mouth in a ) position. I can still pretend like I'm smiling but I can't actually get the upward curving grin going. Usually when I 'smile', my face forms a downward curve and I invert my lips. I guess I can do a flat inverted lip thing too but thats about as far as it goes. I wish there was a way to fix this. Surgery, perhaps. Maybe they even have something that comes in a pill. These days, who KNOWS what they might come up with. Those crazy scientists, always inventing new things like that! Like just the other day I saw a... Uhh yeah. My paper. Once I get the time (like in the Summer), I'm thinking of making a website out of it. When I was doing my 'research', I came across a buncha websites like that where kids just posted similar 'scholarly' projects on the internet. Maybe once I'm working at Pop Art, I can use their expertise and resources to pursue this project. Sounds like a plan. Now I'm going to uhm, I don't know. Maybe I'll study for my AP Chem exam tommorow. Maybe not. It's hopeless at this point. I think I'd rather just play with my Rubiks cube. Yeah, I think I'll do that. Fuck you Mr. Feebeck, fuck you. (yeah I'm baddass, cursing at the internet like that) |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 09,May,2004 | I have a friend who goes to McMinville High. In McMinnville. (lol more like hickminnville) Well he's not really my friend. You see, I don't know him. Like I've never met him. But I've spoken to him on the internet. And by spoken, I mean typed. I know him from the urlLink IGN Boards . His username there is urlLink ewwcrabjuice . But anyway, let's call him 'Glenn' (I don't know his real name). So 'Glenn' wanted to do a piece for my blog. He was gonna attend a theatrical performance at his school and do a report on it. I didn't think it'd be that big a deal and from what I know of Glenn, he's a pretty funny, good writer and he'd make a fine correspondant for my blog. What he came back with was nothing short of a masterpiece. Pure brilliance. And really long. Oh by the way, before you read, a caveat: it's supposed to be satirical. He's trying to sound faux-journalistic. And he's being more critical of the performance then he ought to be on purpose. So if you were in any way involved in the production (and I know I have a fanbase that stretches across states, nations, and uhm counties), please do not be offended. In any case, without further ado, I prepare myself for the event. I know I will need many a piece of paper, and many a writing utensil. I bring 4 pens and pencils and 30 pieces of paper. I only used 5. 3.5 blocks and 520 steps later I reach the high school. I get three crumpled dollars out of my pocket. I do believe that should be enough for admission. Is the play even on tonight? There are 14 cars in the parking lot, and there's only 30 minutes till' the thing starts! A white car pulls in. It drops off a person I know. That person is in my third period class. I ask him if there's the any play occurring tonight. He said he believes so. He's a boy of mexican descent, and he was wearing camouflage. He's an alright kid. He leaves down the hall. He then comes back. We share quips. The box office finally opens, and he says that he's a drama student. He gets let in free. I have drama with him. I insist on paying, for some odd reason. Finally the folks at the box office coerced me into taking a free ride. I sit in the front row tonight, in the absolute middle. Right now I'm looking at the stage. There's a mock stone staircase leading to the stage, for convenience. It's grey, oh so grey. The stage itself is newly colored black. The teacher is excited, 'cuz it's like a real theatre! The castle walls stretch all the way to the cat walk up above. Of course the walls are painted grey. I almost had a latex paint to eye accident while painting those walls. The teacher wouldn't allow me to wipe my face off. Jerk. 22 people have arrived at the auditorium. I say it's about a 1:1 ratio, actor to view. 2 girls enter. They discuss their thirst. Then they leave to get the proper thirst-quenching agents. The principal, his wife, and his three daughters arrive. He has a red school jacket on, and he speaks in a whisper, as if not to disturb the littlun. The thirsty girls return, and for some reason they giggle at Lady Macbeth. Beats me. Three more enter. A tall male accompanied by two short females. The male took off his coat in a striptease fashion. Everybody has their own conversation behind me. The thirsty girls discuss last fall's production of Death of a Salesman. Luckily they loved it, because it sure beats this taco stand. The first night it opened, the actors missed alotta lines. The second night (Which I attended) featured problems in light and sound. Perhaps you heard my exploits yesterday, or rather read them. The play has yet to start. There was this super cool guy in another row that was a Vonnegut look-alike. He had the Vonnegut countenance, Vonnegut facial structure, Colonel sanders hair. Well as the bokononites (I think) say, 'so it goes'. More people have arrived. I'd guess about forty or so. Jesus, I could use a drink of water. Nay, I will stick to journalism! A family behind me discusses the art teacher, and how the student needs to make up an assignment. They shoulda learned in middle school. We had a much crazier art teacher than we had a shop teacher. Everybody said he was a sniper back in Vietnam. We were supposed to draw a picture of a boat, so I asked him for advice. You think a person with that supposed resume would have genius ideas? No sir. 'make an ant on a leaf in a sewer', totally lame. The family seems to have gone to a whisper. You think those eavesdropping bastards read my journal? If you are reading it now, you're Bastards! The lighting dims. OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD. IT STARTS! They're fighting ruthlessly to some old piece of music. Fog is out, oh no, here come the witches! Of course they have poor posture. It seems like they are actually pronouncing words for once. King duncan arrives. It is clear that he's very stiff and uncomfortable. That dying soldier has a huge vocabulary, it seems. Nonspeaking characters like Malcolm are wobbling around with distinct boredom. Their shields are truly horrible, but they are so bad that you know they did it on purpose. You sorta like 'em after a while. Oh like a rat without a tail she will do! do! do! The witches are very similar to the ones portrayed in the film 'Hocus Pocus'. Macbeth is so INTENSE, it's crushing. Banque's sorta like a poet, it seems. How could one be so eloquent in front of the witches? It must be those awesome wide sleeves. He does that finger swirl thing when he talks about the crazy root. He did that yesterday. Seems awfully up to date for that time period. It's be like him yelling 'MACBETH GOT OWNED!' at the end of the play, despite the fact that he doesn't even exist then. They're doing that one film technique. Macbeth walks toward us as Banque is still talking to some other guy. He then speaks to us. It might've been in the original script, but it's just so weird. Malcolm is so annoyingly portrayed, you just want to kick him in the teeth. He shouldn't be a prince. Macbeth's doing it again, gosh. The group leaves and we see Lady Macbeth reading a letter sent to her. Yet she reads it dramatically. I don't read letters to myself with pauses for emphasis. A rather dumb idea, I mean do you readers? Well do you? She's staring at the lights above. I was almost captivated, but she didn't even look at us. She's too good for us. She should've died with Macbeth, too. Creative license (cool stuff in this case). DON'T TURN TO THE AUDIENCE AND AWAY FROM YOUR LOVE IF YOU'RE SPEAKING TO HER, MACBETH! My left leg is lying on my right. The light goes out. OH WHO'S COMING NOW??!!?!?!? The stiff knight, Banque the poet, and Willy Loman-cum-Macduff.Don't forget flance, either! The lights dim, ambient music is played, and Macbeth delivers an overdramatic monologue about an assassination. He carries the knife and points it to us. He stabs it into the 'STONE' staircase. He had to do that today. Yesterday he stabbed the knife into the drama teacher's beloved black floor. He musta paid hell for that. Macbeth talks to his wife some. He quickly turns to the light and sound guys, and then he looks back. You could see a certain quick reddening of himself when Lady Macbeth mentioned her nipple. Lady Macbeth is rubbing the back of the knife-wielding Macbeth as if she were the devil on his shoulder. Out comes Fleance and Banque. Fleance is carrying a mock torch, which is composed of a flashlight put in a brown cone with construction paper flames guarding the audience from seeing the flashlight. Too bad all they had to do was look up. We really didn't have to be constantly reminded that this is a high school production. But eh? Macbeth walks to us again. The closer he is to us has a direct correlation with the decibel in which he speaks. He really tries to scares us. Later Macbeth comes out with fluorescent red hands. This only means that he killed king duncan. Somehow I didn't catch that yesterday. Gee, I'm not with the program. I move my leg down. It's a shame I don't know what they're saying. It's a shame they don't know what they're saying. Out comes a folk in Pirate attire with a cane. He's trying to hard on the fake accent. He's an alright guy. Now Macduff comes out. He was Willy Loman, as previously stated. He's first class in the art of screaming. Right now that play is rather good. The lights are too bright, but that's alright. Here comes Banque. It seems like he's always baffled by something. He's carrying a knife. It doesn't seem like he'd know how to wield a blade. He's the funny, smart, annoying guy. He'd be the new cop in the buddy cop film, too wet behind the ears to know how to romance justice out of a gun (Or something similar). You know, Macbeth isn't all that great of a king. He was more convincing as a hopeful king-to-be, like simba. And wasn't TLK based off another work by such author? The circle of something or other, indeed. Two men are talking to King Macbeth. They have robes covering their eyes. This is alot better than yesterday, I'm severely disappointed : (. I am finding out more things than before. Maybe shakespeare wasn't all that bad after all. Granted he's no Cervantes, don't get me wrong! Macbeth is pulling a Macduff, it seems. Maybe it has something to do with clothes. The red coat might have something to do with it. The audience is captivated, and not saying a word. Which is neat, but now I want to talk severely. Lady Macbeth appears to be stealing the show. She kept everyone quiet for five seconds when no dialogue was occurring at all. That was neat beyond belief. Intermission starts, and I ask the original kid in the story to watch my journalism binder. He agrees. I use it to show that my seat is taken. These people are sharks, I swear. So I walk out of the auditorium and into the commons. I order a 12 OZ Diet pepsi. I ingest about 11 OZ before I start worrying about my binder. I just know that guy is reading this aloud! I will be ridiculed by everyone in the auditorium. Luckily this event never occured. I discuss about how he has to review the play for the paper. He said he has to read it prior. I comment on length, which was of course a segue for discussion related to Don Quixote. It always is. From the intercoms played 'Have I told you lately that I love you?', cueing the end to intermission. IS BANQUE DEAD? Yes, a ghost?!?!?!? Macbeth is talking to me. I'm in front of him. But he refuses to look into my eyes. Neither would queen Macbeth for that matter. I am chronicling their movements, and looking at them as I write. Two folks start talking to the witches. The lighting messes us. It's a shame that the witches still are corny. Why did 'Liver of blaspheming jew' pop up? It just stuck out when the witches said it. Two of the witches hair are messy and appropriate, while one is totally normal. Strange. Now the lighting crew messes up again. Out comes the headless kings, I believe. The dead Banque is just so much cooler than the live Banque. Macbeth is off to kill Macduff. chatter chatter chatter Macduff's wife and child are brutally murdered chatter chatter chatter. I was thinking that I was being far too harsh on this. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it immensely. Nevertheless, you think Macduff would be a tad suspicious when a guy was hesitant to answer about the status of his wife and children. And our Macduff fell to his knees the exact second that it was revealed. A tad early, it seems. What progresses are intense little hide and go seek games until BANG! The big fight. They duke it out pretty well, but the deed was finished backstage. Rather lame. And as Malcolm and his gang enters the scene, Macduff rushes in with the head of Macbeth and we as an audience exclaim 'THE KING OF SCOTLAND!' Well nobody in the audience did, but if they did, it sure woulda been nice. I then discussed Netherlands from the disarmament committee with a soldier. Yeah, that's it. Wow, huh? Oh and by the way, Netherlands from the disarmament committee is me (thats who I was at MUN). The soldier is Andrew O'Sullivan. Those of you who attended the MUN confrence might know him as one of the MUN undersecretariats. He goes to McMinnville High too. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 06,May,2004 | As you can see, stuff looks different—I've put in a new spiffier-looking layout. And a new blurb up top. I've lost some customization but yeah, it happens. What do you think of it? Does it look better? Oh and guess what. You can also leave comments now. I might take that away if people start abusing it (like I abuse other people's ones). So leave a comment with the answers to those questions. Or just make up names and post ridiculous comments. That's what I'd do if I were you. Oh yeah and as you can also see, I'm at a complete lack of ideas for titles. If you can come up with something good and I'll use it. UPDATE: Hmm, I can't seem to get comments to work so I took it away. Nevermind that. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 06,May,2004 | I've got a shitload of work to do right now and little time to do it so naturally, I figured it would be a great time to write a blog entry. I've pretty much given up on stuff. The outline has been on and off. About a dozen times through it, I just decided to fuck it and started playing with my Rubiks cube. I mean, not playing, PRACTICING. Because its for work. Not leisure. You see, I hafta get one complete layer done in under a minute for tommorow. As of right now, I can do it in about a minute and a half. So I've gotta a lotta work to do. And that means alotta practice. So that's how I can justify it. Well that's how I had justified it. I'm beyond that now though. Now, if I reach a roadblock in my outline (authentic Mike Simons terminology there), I just give up. But yeah, enough bitching about that, I'm done. She's about five pages long—beastly by any standards— and I'm proud of her. Now I've shifted my concern to the AP Chemistry exam on Monday. I was supposed to read all of Huck Finn this weekend (thanks Gus) but I uhh have yet to begin and I don't see it happening anytime too soon. My Christian Service paper is also due Friday but that probably won't begin until Thursday night. Oh but wait. Thursday night is Bob Edwards night! Bob is coming to town for a lecture and I'm going. And so is Brian. Oh and the night before that is some college visit question and answer thing I have to go to. And the day before that is the AP chem exam. And the day before that is tommorow. And the day before that is today. But wait. Let me rewind. Err, fast forward. The chem exam. It's been quite a dilemma. You see, I already payed $80 for it and really didn't think I was prepared. But I figured, meh, might as well take it, it can't hurt right? Wrong. If I do poorly and want the score removed from my score report, I need to pay the College Board $5 per score report. Assuming I apply to say 10 colleges, that means I need to pay 'em $50. So basically this means that if I take it and do poorly I pay $130 for absolutely nothing. But if I don't take it, I pay $80 for even more nothing. But if I take the test and do well (which is highly unlikely), it's $80 well spent. Oh and if I do poorly, I'll probably wind up taking the SAT II Chem in October which means I need to buy a book, pay for that test, study during the summer, and take it then. Which is more hassle. So its quite the dilemma. And who should I blame for this? Myself for not studying and making the wrong decision? Nah, why would I do that? First I blame Darrell for not teaching us what he was supposed to teach us. And for continuing to teach us what he's not supposed to teach us. And for teaching us poorly whatever he did teach us. And I'll also blame all the sophomores in the class. Way to motivate me to push myself and take the test when I knew I couldn't. Maybe if all of you were a little dumber (well I know Rohit is...which is another thing that pushed me to take it...if a dumbass like him can take it, why can't I?), I wouldn't be in this situation right now. But I should stop complaining. Its not that bad. I'll probably end up taking it. You only have to get like a third of the questions right to get a 3 which I'd be more than happy with. The multiple choice isn't that bad anyway, all I'm really worried about is the free response but I may be able to BS my way through that. At least 1/3 of my way through that that is. Anyway I should probably be studying huh? Nah. It's hopeless at this point. Maybe I'll do some free response practice tests and try to get the other boys (and maybe Darrell!) to meet at Starbucks or a library tommoorw. Or wait, maybe we should just go over to Darrell's house. But yeah, another advantage to taking the test is that I miss Monday. Which means I really don't need to have Huck Finn done. And I also don't have to do anything for the model Congress thing in Peace and Justice (so no dressing up on Tuesday). Or wake up early for the NHS group interview for officers (oh yeah damn I totally forgot about that). Or finish 2/3 of The Autobiography of Malcolm X (I've got about 1/6 done so far). It'll probably accumulate afterwards though. But who cares, after this week, I'm done with school. The Decemberists are coming to town the week after and I might go that concert. That'll be coo'. But other then that, yeah, it'll be easy. I might have finals in my senior classes but those won't be too bad. And then its a few weeks of nothing and then summer! And whats Summer? Summer is doing an 8 hour a day apprenticeship at a little company called urlLink Pop Art . (I just got the letter, it sounds pretty exciting.) I might take some classes at PSU too, if theres anything interesting. Maybe a nice class on some authors or literary movements I enjoy. Or maybe I'll volunteer with the Kerry campaign. Or sit at home and ja- wait no, this isn't Rohit's blog. But yeah, Summer also means... urlLink NAPOLEAN DYNAMITE !!! Make sure to watch that trailer. It's gonna be the best movie ever. I can guarantee it. It will blow everything else away. Another movie I'm looking forward to: urlLink Garden State . It's just a really good trailer. Thasall. Oh and one more thing. I think I've started to get into old school rap. I pretty much hate all other sorts of rap/hiphop but I downloaded some Beastie Boys and I must say, it was rather phat. Rather phat indeed. Then I downloaded some Run DMC. Similar levels of phatness. Then I asked some rap fans what else I should download and they made their recommendations. The phatness stopped there. Everything they recomended was the rap that over the years, I'd come to know and hate. So I guess the rap I like is the rap that rap fans hate. So if there any rap haters out there reading this, I'd appreciate if you made some rap recommenations for me. Thanks. Yeah, that about raps it up. Oh but wait. Enough self-indulgence, I think I should post something thats not about me. I mean, it's good to see that I've still got the touch and I still can write (well not really, just compared to my previous shit, this is seems ok....hmm, that gives me an idea!), but all I just wrote about was stupid stuff about me that no one cares about. Okay so yeah, I was reading the news and noticed that Col. Gaddafi of Libya was visiting the EU for peace talks or something. But yeah, I mean, I know the guy's an evil dictator and everything, but jeez, he sure has taste. You see, wherever he goes, he's accompanied by a troupe of all female bodyguards. That's class. I mean, if I was an evil dictator, I know thats what I'd do. See: Hmm okay, that was lame. I'll stop now. This is long enough. I think its time for me to return to work. Which is a four letter word. Hah hah hah. Get it? No? urlLink You suck. |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 06,May,2004 | They name elements after famous scientists. If I get an element named after me I'll make a tshirt that says something like '111 shakeerenium' on it. Then I can go around engaging in all sorts of tomfoolery and when people are like 'whoa shakeer what are you doing you're crazy and out of your element!', I'll be like 'nope, I'm very much in my element thank you very much'. That'll show em! |
688,869 | male | 17 | LawEnforcement-Security | Cancer | 03,May,2004 | I've reached blogging menoapuse. I've lost the touch. I'm getting too old for this shit. I can't keep up anymore. So I've resorted to begging others for content. Gus chimed in with this little freestyle rap: Yo, I'm thinking up a master plan, so it don't matter if I get a ghetto tan, you people think you know how to rap, but I started this shit so you better go take a nap, up in my grill where I will dish out nothing but nill to those two faced, blue laced, whole tub o tooth paste frauds who stole my entire show, but everyone knows I rose from the low not to write prose so fuck y'all I won't take a fall! Payce! He admits its not amazing but hey, I'm desperate. |
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