Alright, so most of you know by now that everybody's not-really-at-all-favorite woman of questionable repute is in jail, correct? I was talking to my dad about that today while we were in the mall getting presents for my mom for mother's day, and I realized something: Paris is idolized by young girls because she has fancy phones, fancy cars, desirable objects, boyfriends, and money. Girls, and other people too of course, want these things. But Paris has these things because everybody else has on
Did you ever, after such a long period of time spent worrying and being indecisive, go forward with trying something new, and start trying to get used to it, and start making friends, and find your footing?
And then, did you feel like you'd found such a wonderful new thing, that it was so incredible, so fun, so engrossing, that you loved it with all your heart?
And did you want to be doing this forever, and to be a part of it, no matter what, because it was so fantastic and you had met
I had to write a dialogue between two people for my English class, so I did, and it turned out much more fun than I had imagined. Having to rely on speech alone to convey the surroundings and conditions was rather fun. So I thought I'd share it with you, I made up three characters for it. Here it is:
Samuel and Martin are characters I made up out of thin air, the esoteric Howard is based off of H. P. Lovecraft, his name being an obvious homage, and the nature of his machines a tribute to Nyar
Apparently, everybody's favorite nitwitted blond is "traumatized" by having to go to jail. Oh no, poor, rich, arrogant Paris! How ever shall she do without her expensive, skimpy dresses tailor-made for anorexic sticks with IQs lower than Antarctica's lowest temperatures? And she'll... *gasp* chafe her skin on the rough prison beds without her herbal miracle shampoo and conditioner! And mixing with the common folk, too! The horror of it all![/sarcasm]
Really, she needs to get over the fact th
I'm listening to "Voices" on my Disturbed CD The Sickness right now. What a great song, I mean, it's catchy and it has great vocals and lyrics... Woo.
Anyways, there's this great online game where you play as a little ninja. You can jump and run around, and cling to walls, but that's it. You have to make it through thirty episodes, each with five levels, with no weapons and lots of enemies. I love playing it, I'm playing it right now. You can find it online yourself, just search for "N Gam
It's true. I happen to be well aware of numerous factoids that most people here are not, however, most of those people aren't the intelligent sophisticates (albeit some with grammar issues) who read my blog. I know something you don't know, I know something you don't know! Heheh. The Google machine may churn out festering lies and evil, but it is very useful.
In other news, it appears that sk8boarder_to_da_max (sorry if I got your name wrong) has given me a seal of approval thingy. I shall ha
I was thinking, earlier today, and I realized something: World War III may have already occured and we don't know it. Technology and strategy and politics and the internet and war have become so interwoven that we may have just had WW3.5, and we aren't aware of it because it's being fought in a whole different way.
That clerk at Wal-Mart who hands you your change back funny! He may be the leader of a world wide conspiracy and he isn't even aware of it! Just by pressing one button on the regi
Well, one heckuva storm came our way, and we lost power. So we were looking for flashlights (the basement has barely any light) and trying to get ourselves in order, and it took a while... We (me, my mom, and my sister, my dad had to go to work) went out to Brigham's for breakfast, and man, was it raining like you wouldn't believe. Crazy winds too. So a while after we got back the power came back on but I had no internet access for a really complicated reason. And finally I got back online...
Because they're an affront to all humanity and they give pessimists and Goths (who they can be confused with) a bad name. Gothic Emo is a contradictory term. Emos just sit around wasting air and whining about their problems instead of realizing and acting on said realization that they can actually change their situations if they just shut up and do something about it.
And the glass is still half empty, but I might drink it just to antagonize you all, especially the optimists.
I go back to school on Thursday. I don't want to. I'm so nervous about it, and it feels like it was just yesterday that it was May 29th and I was having a blast with my dad seeing Hot Fuzz and going to the mall while my sister had a bunch of her friends over, and I looked up the Bravo series 'Dexter' on Wikipedia when I got home... And it feels like it was just yesterday that it was June 15th, and I was at Canobie Lake Park with my friends, going on wild rides and just having a ton of fun... Or
Well, the slumbering beast squid that is my good friend Cthulhu the Dreaming has actually posted in his blog. And he's an awesome fellow, you should know that. His life is a very, very complex one, and the guy has to put up with all sorts of problems, every day. The man can be defined as a hero of the very twisted masses. Give his bloggy a gander:
I got to school, and I was lucky enough to get a computer in the library! YAY! And I played a fun game... Then I went to homeroom...
I just finished reading 'The Call of Cthulhu'. Good story.
I have the proof... The following is an excerpt from a conversation between Cthulhu the Dreaming and I...
GMan: Oh, don't worry... I'll bury your corpse somewhere where a stray dog won't find it and... Stuff... Maybe a clogged drainage ditch?
CtD: Nah, not a fan. Ooh, a fan. We could work with that!
GMan: Hmmm..... Depends on the availability of pickaxes, stain removers and incinerators...
CtD: Got the stain removers, and A pickaxe. That's all... What can we do with that plus a fan
Suppose technology has gotten to the point where there are machines that are intelligent, and where a mind can be transferred into a machine, and where people can be implanted or upgraded with mechanical parts. Firstly, can an intelligent robot feel emotion or is it programmed? Does the robot have no soul because it is a machine? What rights does a robot with intelligence, emotions or not, have? If it has no soul, is it entitled to any rights since it may be safer to err on the side of caution s
This was actually the second one I did, before the noob one I posted earlier after midnight. You can tell because it's titled 'fun-with-scratch-02', if you check the image URL location. Yeah, I like this one best.
EDIT: No comments, republished.
(Reposted from a several-day-old PM)
I went to my dad's place in Cambridge Friday night, and it was GREAT! We had a fun time there, and then Saturday morning, we flew out to Detroit, where we met up with my dad's friend and his son, for a connecting flight to Indianapolis, and we checked in at the hotel (Which was HUGE), and then we wandered around having a great time! Man... It felt like we spent three days instead of just half of Saturday in Indianapolis. I loved it... It made me feel goo
IT SNOWED AGAIN! And it was thicker, and colder, and it's still out there! YAY! Man, this is awesome! It is pretty cold out though... It looked like it would be warm out when I woke up! I should have worn sweat pants and a heavier coat... And a scarf... And stuff... But my day went okay.
So on the bus, for some reason, we started debating about Darth Vader. Somebody asked why Darth Vader didn't just kill Palpatine, and we answered that Darth Vader's limbs were robotic and he depended on that chest thingy to breathe. Then we got to talking about how Vader basically killed himself when he killed Palpatine for trying to kill his son by throwing him in that reactor or whatever of the Death Star. Then I said, "Vote Palpatine-Vader for 2008! Why vote for the lesser evil?" And the guys
So today my mom was helping out the church with operating a stand selling food, to make money. It was a complete downpour, though my dad took me and my sister there. I got a hot dog, along with some chips. However, I discovered a discolored spot on my hot dog. Upon prodding it, I saw it was some sort of blister-like pocket of fluid. Thusly, I had it popped. The downpour drove us inside, where I proceeded to remove the part of hot dog with the blister thing's remains. I put ketchup on the rest of
In Drama today, we had to do this thing where three people at a time would be on stage performing. We had to make up our acts on the go. The first person was Person A, who has some sort of problem. Person B is the one who (over)reacts and panics upon hearing the problem. Person C is a superhero who has to fix the problem somehow. When the act of that group is done, Person C leaves the stage, Person B becomes Person C, person A becomes Person B, and somebody esle comes up to be Person A.
So a
My dad isn't gonna take me to see Spider-Man 3 today... He's gonna take me to see it tomorrow... Nooooooo... And I'll have to see it with my little sister... ARGH! AAAGH! RAR! NUR! GROGH! VARIOUS EXPLETIVES! BLEEPITY! DOOKIE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGH! GYAAAAAAAAAAA! RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! GRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGH! WHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH! SOME MORE BLEEPITY! AND SOME BLEEP! BLEEEEEEPY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG! NUUUUUUUUUUUU
Went to see it yesterday on a field trip. It was very good, the actor portraying Gene Tunney was great, and it was really of a deep, ponderous quality. Based off of an actual series of lectures Tunney gave at Yale on Shakespeare. I was the only student who appreciated the play, I think. That's just horrible, because the actor was engaging, intelligent, and I felt like I completely understood the points made. It was just the actor addressing the fictional college audience, but it included some bo
Two and a half days since my last Interweb fix, folks. Now, I'm on Cape Cod. I vacation here every year, around the 4th of July, with my family. My cousins from South Carolina come, my cousins in another region of Massachusetts come, my grandfather comes (and my grandmother and my uncle visit once or twice), my aunt and uncle from Colorado come, and we coexist in one house for a week. Awesome. This year, my aunt and uncle brought along my uncle's daughter (from a previous marriage, my aunt is my
I'm talking about this awesome place in Disney's MGM studios park. It's a sci-fi themed restaurant which has these seats shaped like old convertible cars (with tables, of course) and you sit in the car thing, and while you're there they show all these B-movie clips from the 1950's... Oh man I had such a laugh... My dad actually used to go to B-movies with his friends and joke about how bad the movie was, it turns out, and we had some laughs. Man that was fun.
I'm watching the Fatboy Slim mus
