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Yup. 2 years on BZP as of this afternoon. And fifteen years on this planet as of the 25th.
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Saw the Melvins on the 27th at the Great American Music Hall. I was about ten feet from King Buzzo himself, right on the edge of a huge mosh pit. Oh, and the show ROCKED. I don't usually use that word, but in this case, it applies. They played a bunch of their classics and a whole lot of even better new stuff--and they ended the show with fifteen minutes of feedback. Not exactly Miley Cyrus. The main problem with the show was the extra drummer and bassist. The drummer did nothing except distract from the work of the almighty Dale Crover, and the extra bassist was pretty much purely for show.
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Well, the concert went fairly well. Only about ten people showed up, all of them either teachers, parents or friends of the performers. Our flute player is still destroying the band, and seeing as all our guitarists and our drummer left the band last year, the singer and the sax player had to take up guitar and drums out of sheer necessity. But we were much more creative (read: self-indulgent and playing a bunch of sucky original songs) than we were last year, and everyone who was there enjoyed it. And I got to record our rehearsal before the show.
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My band, Bass 10 will be performing its second concert today at 5. Everyone has definitely improved since last year. Our drummer hasn't been coming to rehearsals, though, and we always joke about what he might be doing. Probably passed out in a back alley of the Tenderloin, we like to say.
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WHOOO! I CONQUERED THE SWARM! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-S-A! U-... sorry, MA-TA-NUI! MA-TA-NUI! MA-TA-NUI! MA-TA-NUI! MA-TA-N...I'll stop now, sorry.
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Screw Toa. I am now BZP's first ever elemental "me me me." Appropriately, the blog entry is under the "Me" category.
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I will only say this: I am very relieved right now.
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BrickCon's sounds like it's gonna ROCK! Free BrickArms, famous LEGO builders, amazing creations and... I'm not going. Luckily, I have something to distract myself from the disappointment of not attending this three-day festival of love, art and plastic--namely the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival in San Francisco featuring Robert Plant and Elvis Costello (among many others.)
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Well, I'm not going to BrickCon. Why? For the mere reason that my mother--the root of all evil--thinks it's too expensive. Which it probably is, considering my father wants to tag along. She is also under the impression that nobody is coming, which is untrue, as most of the attendees are extremely famous Internet LEGO builders.
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...and things are going fairly well. We have a new Geography teacher. The previous one, who I didn't have because I was in junior high, had a horrible reputation among the students. She's gone now, and the replacement is pretty well-received. However, there are only four other freshmen besides me, one of whom is always absent. It's a very lonely situation. And because I'm retaking the first part of Algebra 1, the teacher torments me by giving me extra.
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I would say about 8/10.I would recommend it to anyone who can see it if they have the spare time.
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Going to see The X Files: I want to Believe today .(Short) Review to be written when I return. The Oracle
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...that his blog has now received 100 comments!
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Well, I now have twice as many comments as I do blog entries. In other words, I have achieved my goal.
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...a Premier Outstanding BZP Citizen. They were a bit late in bestowing the honor, but I'm there.
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UUUGH! Why is life so hard! Schoolz a total massacre cos I'm either teased or my friends are kind of creeps (I'm in 2 clicks: 1 are animal freaks who relate everything to love (I had a crush in this girl then she was sitting next to someone else on the bus cos the teacher told her to and then they asked if I was jealous!) and the others are rejects or others). My Dad is a clean obbsesive who told me off cos a decoration on my phone fell off in my pocket. Mums alright and so is my sis. GOD KILL ME NOW! Iggy-X PS: I'm not emo
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My mum just graduated! She did a course on Physics and another on maths a few years back then just recently took a one year course on teaching which she just graduated from. She is a fully qualified High school teacher at St Allowicious (sp?), Sydney. Iggy-X
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If you're wondering why I changed my username, it was taken as a composite of about four other members, all of whom are very successful. Please don't ask about it or I will turn you into tuna and peppercorns. Happy holidays.
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Thanks to an account fiasco, my premier membership was stripped from me. I lived in the cold streets of the membership, sucking putarra dew sticks out of the trash can, coughing up my own plasmatic receptor acid until I collapsed and was pronounced dead for six whole months. I was known better for being the "exile who returned." What I did in this six-month period will be explained when I get some caffeine into my tarnished system. Now, I'm back in black. Put on some AC/DC, can't you take a hint when you see one?
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Hello. My name is Tom. I am 11 years old and am in Australia. This is my first blog which I don't know what to do with so I will be talking 'bout random stuff. This is my life story: I was born on June 16 1996. This is why my favourite number is 6. I went up to Noosa Heads every year. Noosa is a costal villiage with lots of beaches. When I was 5, that routine was changed and we went around Europe. First we went to Rome in Italy. We saw the Sistene Chapel. We also saw another chapel which I can't remember the name of but on the ceiling of it was a painting of the opposite of Heaven so there was a picture of a man with a flaming arrow up his bottom. I was only 5 so I stared at it for a while until I realized what it was. I just cracked up laughing! I was rolling on the floor laughing really hard. The funny thing was that there was a sign at the door saying "silencio!".Then we moved on to Venice where we went on gondolas and went over the bridge. I also had a really tasty tirimisu there which was rather satisfying. They had swans that were taller than me! Then we went to Paris, we went up the Eiffel Tower and we also went to Disney Land for a day which was quite fun. My Dad took an awesome picture of me and Natalie in France. We looked so cute! Anyway, we then went to Wales which was rather fun. We went to this ancient bathing place where the water eventually became green sulphate. They had these little phones that you carry round with you that give information. Then we went to London. There I met my cousin Selia. We had another photo where she was just hugging me. It was retarded. On the journey back home, we went to singapore. At the airport, mum said we could only drink bottled water. Then we came back home. Around 3 years later, we went to New Zealand. In Auckland, we stayed at the Sheraton Hotel. In Witomo we went in lots of caves with glow worms. In Rhotorua they had a really bad smelling spout where it smells like rotten eggs. In Queenstown we went on the luge and in Christchurch we went on a hot air balloon. 2 years later, I found BZPower. That was the best bionicle day ever. For some reason, everything was in Belgian. When it became English, I became a Member. I was Member x then I was Super-Nova-X then I was Animatron-x and now I am X-Love-X. Then, for Christmas, I got the money to become a premier member. But just after I found BZP, a great tradgedy came in my life. I found out that my Dad was adopted from my Aunt to my Grandmother. The thing is, my Dads family is from India. My Aunt had my Dad with some bloke I don't know. She was unmarried and didn't have a job so my Grandma (who is biologically my Great Grandma) adopted my Dad because my Aunt didn't have enough money to raise him. If you need me to explain it further, PM me. The funny thing about that whole thing is, I now have a 7 year old Aunt. REALLY WIERD! And that leads me to here. Well, that's it for now. Bye!
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DAY 4 Gas price was $2.74. Mileage was 1238. As we left Iowa, we recorded our thoughts on it. We all thought it was a beautiful state. Lots of corn, pretty hills, lots of terracing, very clean, very green. Animal behavior was getting stranger. Our cat, Bunny, was now able to occasionally venture outside her cage. When Bunny went out, she would sunbathe on top of the cage, enjoying a nice snack of tissues a la carte. However, she spent most of her time secure in her kennel's litterbox, where she felt safe. Our dog, Kessie, became very picky about what she drank. She turned down a container of Lake Erie water. Of course, she always needs to be on someone's lap. Absolutely nothing happened until we stopped on the Nebraska border. I looked for the Bionicle Encyclopedia 2 at a B&N, but it was nowhere to be found. I had some mediocre Sbarro pasta. My father got gyros for himself and his wife, sho had a tantrum because she wanted a turkey sandwich. Poor lady. We soon arrived in Nebraska. By 5:00, we had gone through Omaha and Lincoln. Corn, hops and barley grew plentily, rising up like the great botanical beard of the state. The gas stations in Nebraska had impressive candy selections. My mother stocked up on confections like a squirrel preparing to hibernate. After passing many hay farms and ranches, we arrived in our destination of North Platt, a dingy Nebraska town and home of Buffalo Bill. The only suitable hotel was a pit called the Royal Colonial Inn. Colonial, sure, but anything but royal. There was no computer, so I went mad and had nearly amputated my wrist by the end of the day. DAY 5 It rained as we left hideous North Platt. We remembered a disturbing incident that morning where we frantically searched and searched for Bunny, who had climbed into a tiny hole under the mattress and was trapped there. Breakfast in Nebraska: I had a donut. My parents had Sausage McSomething-or-others, each of which had about 2,000 calories each. My mother even ate a whole bag of potato chips as an appetizer. My father was desperate for coffee--a rarity in the Heartland--so he got the brown dishwater from McDonalds that they try to passoff as coffee. He hated it, so he rushed into a Starbucks--the first one we had seen since New England--and ran out with good coffee, which he loved so much, Religious content removed. - Nukora As we drove down the road, we saw our first tumbleweed--the classic cartoon symbol of desolation. The topography had changed, too. The flatlands had been replaced with hills, the corn with cattle and the townships back to towns. Sidney, Nebraska: $2.99 for gas, mileage in the 1700s. We received a very disturbing newsflash--the road was closed from Cheyenne to Laramie due to snow issues. That was an essential link on our route. In the confusion, I ate my father's candy bar and he ate mine. We decided to take it a step at a time and head for Cheyenne. Ultimately, the only thing we did in Cheyenne was eat a typical road lunch of Burger King and soda, as I-80 had re-opened. Cheyenne, while glazed with a layer of snow, was hideous. We moved on to Laramie, which was several googolplex times prettier than Cheyenne and covered in white. We had found lodgings in Laramie, but we wanted to move on to Rawlins, 90-someodd miles away, where there was another excellent hotel. So we did. Big mistake. There was a major traffic jam in a mountain pass. No good radio, hail hitting the car like an avalanche, a huge poultry truck blocking our view, moving along at about five miles per hour. We stayed in this jam for an hour, the only scenery a wind farm that was blowing, barely stopped by the pounding hail. We emerged from the traffic jam after that long period of agony to find ourselved sandwiched in between a beautiful rock-face and an even more beautiful mountain, Elk Mountain, a Medicine Bow Mountain with an elevation of 11,196. We passed a sign that said "CERTIFIED HAY." If anyone can tell me what that means, they will receive $1,000,000 and a poodle of their choice. We, interestingly enough, also noticed many trucks that had jackknifed off the road. Perhaps the traffic jam had been in favor of the three huge vehicles that had gone off the roadside. We expected a miracle hotel--it had a lounge, restaurant and indoor pool. Yes, it had all those things, but it was as ugly and sleazy as the horrible city it was in. Rawlins was sleazy, worn-down and full of low-class, baseball-hatted loiterers. Bad grammar everywhere. Not only is the place a pit, but the people are illiterate. More grammatical errors than a Bionicle meets the Flintstones parody in the old Comedies forum. So I am writing from this computer, which is surprisingly fast. By tomorrow, we will be in Winnemucca.
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I still can't decide what to be for Halloween. I think I'll go as a non-stereotypical sorcerer with a black wig, makeup and tattoos... maybe with some jewelry, a wand... You get a lot less creative wih costumes as you get older. I was Tattoo Man for two years in a row, and those peel-on tattoo things only last for so long, and we had those things for 8 years. Yes. I'm very obsessive. I like to trick-or-treat. And after trick-or-treating... I GO CRAZY!!!
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My ***, what a dump that Rawlins was! The hotel food was poor. The main employer was the prison. I was threatened by a muncher in the lobby, who told me that "little boys should stay away from him." I was happy when we left that sleazy little hole. When we left at a mileage of 2,112, I was glad to discover that Rawlins was much more beautiful in the daytime, while still horrific. It was twenty degrees. We all suffered headaches, shortness of breath and dried noses. Bunny didn't meow at all, surprisingly. The rocks were interesting. They were layered, showing evidence of age. My mother said she would never learn how to read them because she would have to "buy books and study." Speaking of rock, there were absolutely no radio stations in Wyoming. We also saw a number of freight trains, most of them half a mile long. This brought back memories of a friend of my mother's in Arizona, who was a train engineer before becoming the owner of a bead company. Not much happened until our arrival in Utah, where we saw ducks bathing in the geothermal springs that were shadowed by the vast, beautiful cliffs. These cliffs made us decide that Utah was the most beautiful state yet, tied with Pennsylvania and its vast rainbow of vegetation. There were loads of sheep in Utah, all of them sheared and freezing. We passed Park City, which was not bothering to shake off the dust of the Olympics. After many more fascinating cliffs, little towns and Mormon temples, we arrived in the famous Salt Lake City. At 3:39, we entered. We could only barely see the lake, which was vivid blue, but the city was impressive, many miles of buildings sprawled out in the shadow of beautiful, snow-capped mountains. We stopped in the great city for Subway, where I had an unusually spicy but delicious 6" roast beef sub with lettuce and tomato. All that time, our dog tried to crawl thought the windshield, whining like mad. We got back on 80 after some frantic searching. We actually got close to the lake, and it was very blue. There were no birds, probably because of the salinity. There were many salt plants, belonging to such companies like Cargyll and Morton. Power plants were abundant as well, probably coal. In the rock-questioning state of Utah, there were a surprising number of good radio stations, but that didn't change the fact that the road going through the Salt Desert was easily the most boring stretch on the planet. Then we crossed the Nevada line. And everything changed. For the worse. The signs went from nonexistent to cigarette outlets, triple-X, casino gambling, lotto... some guy named Kevin Smith won 50 grand. Typical Nevada scenery. By the time we arrived at our Elko hotel, I was a screaming wreck thrashing on the ground, driven to insanity by a limited song supply on my radio and all those other vicious Demons of Ennui. This horrible casino/hotel, decked with ashtrays and dead antelope, is actually the nicest Best Western we've stayed at yet. Luckily, we arrive at our final destination of the City by the Bay by tomorrow. Please. Save me. For the love of Mata Nui, why won't you save me?
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So far, I have been in California, Oregon, Arizona, Alaska, Nevada, Idaho, Montana, Wyoming, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Michigan, Pennsylvania, New York, Rhode Island, Connecticut, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and now Iowa. As we left Port Clinton, Ohio, it began to rain. The dog was shivering from the pounding noise. The cat was meowing like all Karzahni broke loose. A nuclear power plant smoked in the distance, white steam mixing with the cirrus carpet that hung many miles above us. Our destination was Des Moines. Our mileage was 740 total. To lighten the mood, I played "Rain" on my MP3 player, but it ironically stopped raining after a minute of the droning Beatles song. We drove into a lovely spot called Oak Harbor, by far the nicest part of Ohio we had been through yet. All the houses were tiny and built in the '60s. The lady observed that the reason was because the world in the Swingin' Sixties was far less materialistic. Perhaps the people preferred to hallucinate their desired possessions. At 11:30, we arrived in the state of Indiana. (What the heck is a hoosier?) At 12:26, we stopped at the McDonalds Travel Plaza, where I had a foot-long and a white-chocolate-covered Rice Krispies treat, in which they used margarine instead of the real thing. My mother wore outrageous clothing --a pink shirt with pajama bottoms. Yes, she was underderssed for the McDonalds Travel Plaza in Indiana. As we left the boring state of Indiana, we noticed advertisements for very high-class things. Discount Cigarette Outlet... Fireworks... HIV testing... Free Pregnancy Tests... Texas Poker and Card Table... Gentleman's Club... Dolls, Open 7 Days a Week... The welcome sign was a toilet bowl saying, "Can't Hold It?" At 2:45, we entered the state of Illinois, the "Land of Lincoln." Our mileage was 992. We got to 1,000 a few minutes later. Right outside of Joliet, which my mother pronounced "Juliet," we encountered a huge moving truck that had gone right off I-80 and had split in half, the packed possessions sprawled out pell-mell all over the roadside. My mother panicked and called an insurance company, who tried to shaft us on it. We decided we weren't going to get insurance because we didn't need it. Illinois was just as ugly as Ohio, although there were many flocks of birds. Huge flocks that clustered together, black clouds that spread over the skies like crebain waiting to report back to their master. These flocks consited of thousands of tiny black birds and could stretch to quarter of a mile in length. 4:25. We spotted a Dairy Queen and a Subway: dinner. Interestingly enough, none of us wanted Dairy Queen badly enough, as we had filled up at Subway. The teenage worker had tried to put cheese on my chicken teriyaki sub, which is like putting a reuben on white bread. This was actually our first Subway dinner. 5:37. We entered Iowa, which was full of hundreds of miles of dried-up corn. There were many shining spotlights of the sun shining through the dense clouds, like the divine spotlights so often seen in cartoons. The sun created an eerie, Dali-esque effect when shining through the varying density of the depressing cloud bank. The bird clouds were stretching to half a mile now and a tenth of a mile in width, easy to mistake for a tornado except black. We couldn't find a Best Western in Iowa that took pets that was in our range, so we booked a Holiday Inn. This was the best decision either of my parents ever made. The Holiday Inn, which was in Iowa City, had a beautiful waterpark, but then again, all waterparks are beautiful. There was a weird contraption that filled with water and cascaded hundreds of gallons of liquid every few minutes, soaking the screaming little kids below. There was also a millrace (a race across mats on chains that shift with the flow of the water, making it very unpredictable.) I only got across the millrace once. A few never made it, no matter how hard they tried, but it was funniest with the slender gymnastics girls who thought they could race across tiptoe in five seconds and fell in, screaming, on the third mat. I had to get on all fours to cross it. But most impressive of all was a great big waterslide, hundreds of feet of tube with rushing water. Actually, there were two: a fast one and a slower one. I had no idea what was coming, so I got cold feet and went back in the pool. Today, I'll try to tackle it. I've got a four-dollar bribe. I am actally writing in the morning at this beautiful hotel. I would like to spend a day here, but I know we can't on some charge or another. My father is impatiently bellowing at me like a bull while reading his motorcycle magazine. So that means bye.
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Wilkes-Barre had a creepy feel to it, as if it were a graveyard. Towering buildings, idols of evil secret organizations, loomed above me like concrete mountains. The lemon light above me cast eerie shadows over our faces. As we drove to the Bennigan's where we would have a dinner of delicious ribs, my insides turned to ice. Was there something strange afoot? Some baby being eaten with gravy in one of those dingy, bar-windowed basements? Or maybe a mobster gunning down a squealer, his blood landing on the lamps and causing that red light that hovered about, a gaseous bird of ill-omen? The next morning, I woke up to insurance gripings at 8:00--about quarter of a day earlier than I usually wake up. I took a walk, had a morning computer session and went for a walk. My father was cawing about my public revealing of his fetid halitosis. We walked into the hotel's breakfast buffet and found only three stale items, including biscuits with sausage gravy. Atrocious anywhere outside San Bruno. At last, we left at 9:05. The mileage on the car was a total of 296. The cat was still meowing. The sun beat down on the car like a weird mallet. We drove off, passing the infernal buildings. A quick lunch at Panera--I had soup for breakfast, along with a piece of bread that was like chewing a rug. the soup was decent, although I disliked the choice of noodle. Its texture was far too slimy. We reached Lock Haven near noon--I don't remember the exact time. The hills were beautiful, as flat as pancakes with little crags like a pangolin's skin. The color was outstanding. Like a million manicottis, the trees stretched below us, creating vibrant patterns on the earth. These forests were many miles wide and waved up and down with the earth. We stopped in Clarion, a small town in western Pennsylvania, at around 1:30. The town greatly appealed to me. The residents were far more attractive than any found in Sudbury. While there were many handsome individuals in my hometown, the Clarionites were perfect. Not a single gigantic gut. All smooth and pale. After a quick lunch of dumpling soup (soup again) and a hearty filling of jelly beans, it began to rain. We put plastic sheeting over our luggage (the trunk leaked,) but by the time we did it, it had cleared up again. Pennsylvania was endless. I thought we would never get to the next state, but at 3:36, we arrived at the border. Lo! there was Ohio, the name written in blue script just above Gov. Ted Strickland's name. We all agreed that Ohio was ugly, so I decided to amuse myself by hammering some Trainers down at the old Battle Tower in Pokemon: Diamond. After ages, we stopped at a burger-shaped rest stop containing a Popeye, a TCBY, a Burger King and a few Indians paraphernalia bazaars. I ate about a third of my yogurt, which was so slathered in sprinkles, it looked like some ethereal beehive. That yogurt must have had fifty grams of sugar. So I had my father eat a large amount of it. He devoured it like a dog, leaving only about half a teaspoon of yogurt and no sprinkles at all. We drove a total of 622 miles by the time we got the next gas station. Speaking of cars, there were no foreign cars in The Nikira State at all. A few Toyotas every now and then, but nothing else. Ford, Lexus, GMC... and on and on and on. Just American. By the time we passed Elyria, the blinding sun was keeping us all up--except the dog, who had turned our horseshoe-shaped travel pillow into her personal spit valve and rendered it useless. Ohio was just as endless. Perhaps it was just so boring, it seemed atrociously long. We stayed at a town near Toledo called Port Clinton, right on Lake Erie. I am writing from that squalid saltpeter factory right now, and the people here are so bigoted, they won't let under-16s use the computer without a parent. So my mother is sitting there with no clue what I am writing, distracted by her magazine and cheap lobby reality show. Save me. I'm cold. I'm hungry. And there are wall-eyes after me.
