I'm Happy :-)

My first period class is Library Science, a fallback class that I took when I decided to drop English Literature, but I enjoy it very much. I get to read what I want (right now I'm reading The Princess Bride, the pre-movie version; it's hilarious) and I don't feel a lot of pressure from the class. School's about to start, and everyday just before school starts, I have a set of small chores to do to get the library ready. I turn on a set of computers and open a set of blinds. On rainy days like this, I'd rather not open the blinds. It almost sort of depresses me. I feel much more... dry and less sad when the blinds protect me from seeing the weather. Not that I mind the weather. At least it's not freezing anymore. It was a long, cold, lonely winter. Time for class! Gotta read.

I'm stuck. Stuck between apathetic types and very careful types. And the only person I can be is myself. It's something I can't help, nor can anybody else. One of the greatest lies in the world today is that some people aren't "themselves." What makes a person a person is his choices. Therefore, if a person decides to imitate another person or group of persons, that person is still entirely himself as he decided to be the way he is. So if you ever think, "Oh no, I'm not being myself, I'm not being real," step back and ask yourself if you are in control of your actions. If you are, congratulations! You are real.

But I may still ask who I am. Where am I according to the choices I've made? Who am I according to where I am? fffffff

Plagiarism Is Most Fun To Use In English Class

There isn't much to say, except that there's a lack of things to say. What if there weren't a lack things to write about? Would I be writing about things or would I write of the absence of the lack of thinks there are to write about? My very writing about this absence of topics leads us to the discovery that there was in fact something to write about in the first place. Therefore, this entire post was wrong from the beginning and should be considered irrevelant and omitted from my Blog (or any other sort of) Anthology.

Long n' Boring

A constant theme throughout the Fox series 24 is law vs. intent of law. I've been watching the first bit of the third season today. For those who require context, 24 is currently in its fourth season. I was introduced to this action-packed (that's an understatement) series one year ago by my brother Greg, who is an incessant mediocre unctuous infallible janitor, but not really. I watched the first two seasons each under 24 hours. Under 23, too, I'm sure. Though I find it hard to recall individual details about each episode and even plot lines in general, I catch the big picture themes in this case.

Jack Bauer is a federal agent sworn to protect the nation against terrorist threats as he is part of a government agency created for that specific purpose. In each season, he has found it necessary at one point or another to violate written law and codes of procedure. Thus, in each season, he effectively becomes a fugitive of the government. This serves a large plot-forming objective as it creates strenuous tension and endgame uncertainty. However, it's ocurred too often for it to have been ignored by producer characters. In fact, they include these situations repeatedly on purpose.

Law is written to establish peace, justice, order, and protection. I believe the United States' system of legislation to be the best this earth has seen. I also believe that situations of legal ambiguity like those presented in 24 are rare (at least I hope so!). The show asks what we should do when the law prevents us from accomplishing what the law was established to do itself. Jack Bauer, savior of Flash Gordon and therefore the universe, answers his call of duty to fulfill his oath to prevent terrorist strikes in the homeland, even if it means defying standard laws and codes of his trade. Luckily for Bauer, the script writers endowed him with enough charisma, fanbase(ability), and sweet moves to elude dying or serving real time (which he wouldn't mind doing as long as he accomplishes his objective). I mean, at least they didn't make Jack Bauer a Wendy's clerk who has to steal money from the cash drawer to save the entire Wendy's franchise. It's a lot cooler and more demonstrative of a serious pondering issue as it is.

Cannot Be

Being at school is so much fun!

ptptptptppt you're wrong!

I don't know. I like first period because I get to read books I like. Second is good because it's calculus (I mean, come on). There's no reason to dislike Spanish except the length of the period. And I've already expressed my fond feelings for AP US History, but it always feels long too. The week is almost over, I think I can handle it. I hope.

The days are slowing down! This isn't the first time that time has slowed like this, but why now? I don't have time to wait on a clock, I've got to get moving on!

One of my favorite musical techniques is to steal somebody else's guitar solo. I especially love doing this when I'm recording a cover of somebody else's music and I'll throw in the solo from another song in there. Such examples are when I used the solo from Fountains of Wayne's "Fire Island" on my unfinished cover of Yashingo's "Good While It Lasted" (unfinished due to a crashed hard drive-- still working on fixing that, if it can be fixed at all). I also borrowed the solo from the Beatles' "Something" to throw into my cover of Oasis' "Just Getting Older," something a true Oasis member would do, I'm sure. They steal everything else from the Beatles, but hey, that be cool.

Time for Calculsuslus

Yes, those books are good. Now, in further news, when I got home from school today, Licorice, one of our two remaining cats from Milk Dud's litter, had given birth. She went into labor this morning just before I left for school. She had had only one kitten at that time. Under my bed, nonetheless. She chose that spot herself, and it's really annoying me because now everyone is coming downstairs to see, and I don't like others being in my room uninvited. grrr But she's done now. She's given birth to three healthy kittens (which look like rats and other pesky creatures) and no unhealthy kittens. They're all in good shape so far. They're all black, unlike Milk Dud's litter. And they're sleeping in my room.

Wayside School!!!

The Wayside School series is only the most funny, pointless, and though it's starting to sound like a chilche, random works of literature I know! Louis Sachar outdid himself on these. I read Wayside School is Falling Down in 4th grade, and it inspired me for a whole year or two to be a writer. I mean, it was my supposed profession for 4th and 5th grade.

aef;woim time for 24

Touch and Go

One of my fingernails looks like Elvis right now. I'll clip it soon. Once on America's Funniest Home Videos (a show that normally annoys me), there was a sock laying on somebody's floor that looked just like Abraham Lincoln's silhouette. It was weird! I remember making silhouettes in elementary school to take home to Mom for Mother's Day. My head always looked extremely big on them my hair looked funny.

So, tomorrow it's back to another long day of hard work. Last week was so long for me, and by Friday is was dragging real bad. I hope this week turns out better for energy and fun, though the Jump concert was quite fun on Friday. It was difficult to get up on Saturday, though. bleh; but it looks like my voice is quite resilient. I was almost sure I'd lost it, but now that I think about it, it was back on Saturday morning. Wonderful! I'll bet that Dave Grohl has the same type of thing, some of the pushing and yelling he does with his voice and is able to bounce right back for a quiet vocal. Me gusta la música. I'll see you all later

a robot

Ruination Day

Here it was, that this very day was doomed to ruin and misfortune by forces unknown. Terrible things ocurred and are bound to yet occur. It was on this day in 1912 that the Atlantic passenger liner Titanic was sunk by an iceberg. In 1935, "Black Sunday" took the land and lives of many people, Okies, in the form of the Dust Bowl. Nearly worst of all, John Steinbeck's novel, "The Grapes of Wrath," was published for the first time. But most outstanding is the assassination of the Great Emancipator, our President Abraham Lincoln.

I have a profound respect for President Lincoln, only multiplied by my more-intense study of history this year and my general patriotic sense. Also, my recent reviewing of the movie "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" helps a lot. Yes, seven score ago, America was at the loss of a most unusual but important and infallible man. He took the bullet but left his mark on the entire nation, and much that is now taken for granted (much by myself) was given through his plans and hard work. Not just racial equality, which has become immensely important, though he didn't directly lay down the work for that endeavor, but the Union in general. Here we are, still here today as a great nation, despite the retorts of many. What a marvelous gift given by that man and all under his command during that Great and Terrible war. What a gift, that "government of the people by the people for the people, shall not perish from the earth." May God rest his soul.

Whatever^2

Happy 2, colat.



And many more...good posts please. Less mediocre-pooey stuff.

Me: Shphew... I'm not even going to try. *desperate cry to outside world*

Outside World: Be quiet.

Me: :-\

floop is a madman

I ate too much ice cream, and my sister Kelsey asked me if elephants lay eggs.

I wish to elaborate upon my stance, views, and thoughts about prom as I've been asked why I'm not going by several and I've gotten curious looks at such a statement. First off, I have nothing at all against the prom as a social activity. I do not disapprove of it, nor do I think it's stupid. I don't have any negative feelings toward anybody for going or having gone to the high school prom.

My decision not to go is based on what's best for me, personally. I've been to many dances. My church's Youth system holds dances regularly where many many many youth from about 100 miles around Winston come, and we often go to other places that hold dances just as big. I began going to these dances as hopeful as any other 14 year-old boy. Hopeful for what? Making a new friend, at least once. That has happened, but my good dance experiences practically end right there. Anyone who truly knows me well (and doesn't just think he or she knows me well; you could be one of those) knows of my innate insecurity and has probably seen me become an introvert on countless occasions, a perfect performance of a mutation. Mutating from what? Well, those of you who really really know me well have seen me when I am neither insecure nor introverted. Those two are like shells that cake up on me, then, all of a sudden, I shatter them and come up out of nowhere, people skills and all. Even a hint of leadership, but then I am caked with my periodic poopy feelings and I have to hold my breath until I can break out again. Dances have never ever helped me do this. In fact, going to a church dance only worsens these feelings. I'll be standing in the corner, or walking around, and then it's too much. I leave the gymnasium (commonly called a "cultural hall" in Mormon lingo) and walk in the halls, go outside, find a room with a piano (for a quick tapping-out of a tune, never to stay, for fear of being heard), repeatedly drink water from the water fountains, go to the bathroom, anything to keep myself from returning to the dance floor. It just makes me feel bad. On the rare occasion that I do ask someone to dance, we rarely enjoy each other's company as I display no charisma or interest points and make often awful conversation ("So, what do as a hobby?" "What? I couldn't hear you." "Nevermind."). Agh, don't ask why. Dances just do that to me.

I've been to one school dance ever: the homecoming dance of my freshman year. Blegh; I despised it entirely. It made me feel ten times worse than a church dance, and strobe lights freak me out. I concluded that I don't like school dances. Now, I know that a prom is supposed to be different, but, neh, still just another dance to me. To tell the truth, I've never understood why it's a big deal. I know that sounds stereotypical of a poo-poo head who just can't get a date and therefore hates prom, but I just don't get it, from an observation viewpoint. Not that I have to. I doubt half the people so crazy about prom understand why they're making a big deal over it, and that's okay too. The whole point is that dances aid me in feeling poopular.

Lastly, and most importantly, I ain't got no money. Prom isn't cheap, single or w/ a date. And money doesn't grow on pockets, especially my pockets (I've checked). I do have an interesting collection of pocket lint, though. I urge and encourage each of you to go to the prom! Have fun (staying safe) and be happy. I'll attempt to be happy (or at least no less happy) by not going to the prom. Can anyone say laser tag? Oh phluff. I haven't a way to do that so much either! Can anyone say Yahoo! Pool?

Calc you later!

It's better to post something than nothing, and as nothing else comes to mind, here's a pretty good calculus joke.

y = e^(3x)+C ---> y+C = e^(3x)+C
Parting the red C with calculus.

B000! Do you know any good math puns? (Googling not allowed.)

Desmond and Molly Jones

Greetings to all blog readers! Whatever your motives are for reading this blog, I pity you. I shall tell my latest foot story now. Wait, have I alr3ady told about my mysterious injury yet here? I don't know, but I don't care to look. Suffice it to say that I received a puncture wound on my foot a couple of months ago and it pained me severely. I had it checked on once by a podiatrist who thought as I did that there was a foreign object in the place of the wound, but he could not find it despite digging a little, however gross it may sound (I actually dug around some with sterilized sewing needles and a knife and found nothing). In this past week it grew to irritation and pain so large in magnitude that I went to see Doc Hodges again. This time, my foot had projected the foreign object far enough out that it could be found and removed. It was a thick, hooked sliver of glass, about a quarter of an inch long. I guess it had bore far enough in my foot that it continued ripping it up from the inside. Ouch! I'm most gratified to have it removed so my foot may begin healing again. My right foot has had too many maladies in the past year. It needs a break!

Last night Greg told me to learn an Oasis song. I did, as chance would have it. As always, right-click and "Save Target As" to store it away on your computer to save bandwidth for my one-time use free hosting service.

¡Congele usted!

It's not every day that there's a police stand-off down the road from your house (and just down from your grandparents', great uncles', brother's, cousins', etc.'s house). Up to that point, the day was regular. All too regular, I'm afraid, as I was out of school, yet again. This should have been the last of my absences; my foot is all better, and it's finally going to be able to heal all the way this time! I'll save that story for later.

We were at home and several sirens passed the house. Upon inspection, we discovered that none of these sirens originated from fire trucks or emergency health service vehicles. We saw a strange assortment of police cars, sheriff cars, and highway patrol along with state trooper cars. My logic began deducing: it had to be a large criminal situation as neither fire nor ambulance services had been requested at first (ruling out its being a wreck) and so many different departments were cooperating, I told mom that I thought it was an "all-hands criminal emergency."

It feels good when you correctly extract information using logic. Oh yeah, unless it's something like this! It was crazy! A few minutes after I gave Mom my assumptions, we got a call from an automated emergency service thing that told us to stay in the house and lock the doors as there was a stand-off. I hooked up the really old programmable scanner and looked up the correct frequencies. I have the frequencies that the high school walkie-talkies operate on, btw! Ah, that doesn't matter. You can hear what they're saying anyhow, as many of the teachers have one and talk loudly on them.

The details of this thing have still not all reached me. I don't know how it began or how it ended, but I didn't hear about any sort of injury and the police did apprehend whoever it was doing this. I'll bet one officer pulled a Jack Bauer, or maybe not. "Sir, we'll give you this $30 certificate for marthastewart.com if you just put the gun down!"