Friday, December 24, 2010

You know it's Christmas Eve when you're doing 80 on 395 and there's 60 jet trails going into the setting sun.

T'was One in the Morning Before Christmas

     Well, it's the first, well I suppose second day now, of winter break, and I've gone batshit insane.


Thursday, December 16, 2010


     So, in English, we're reading Lord of the Flies, about how human nature is the downfall of civility. I beg to differ, human nature is intrinsically good, and human compassion is one of the most powerful forces in our understanding. These are two especially strong examples learned from the night and early morning of last Saturday and Sunday.

     I was in the crowd at the 9:30 Club in downtown DC, waiting for George Clinton to get on stage. Me and my friend Clydefrog had really good spots, about 4 or five rows of people away from the main stage, and they were all fairly short, so visibility was no problem. I felt the side of some man's arm press into my right side, just beyond my peripheral vision. My experience in other concerts told me to move forward, be considerate of other people. I begin to move forward, and as soon as I unlock my knee, the man falls forward, beer bottle and all, sending me sprawling into the crowd in front of me. I was initially shocked, but I got back on my feet and turned around to see what had happened. And in the time between him hitting the ground and me getting up, people had already cleared a space, someone was checking his pulse, and multiple people were waving down club staff. All of that had happened in ten or so seconds. After what seemed like an eternity in the span of 45 seconds, the man  moved around, was helped back onto his feet, and I assume ushered out of the facility.

     Later that night, Clydefrog's parents went to see a friend who owned a nearby bar, which was only 21 and up. So Clydefrog, his dad, one of his parent's friends and myself waited outside under an awning an out of the freezing Two Am rain. A man with some boxes in his hand and his girlfriend who had recently come out of the bar were walking back in, and a guy who was clearly drunk and his tipsy friend were walking out of the bar. The two groups of people collided, and the drunkest of the four called the man's girlfriend a cunt. The man with the boxes was clearly disgruntled, but kept walking. The evidently drunk one decided it would be a good idea to escalate the situation, and yelled repeatably that the man with the boxes should "stand up for his girl", until the man turned around to confront him. The drunkard's friends, and the man's girlfriends both tried to get the two to split up, but to no avail. All of this was happening all of five feet in front of the group I was in, and Clydefrog's parent's friends stepped forward and intervened. She told the man with the boxes "not to be an asshole and ignore him," and the drunken man "go home." Thanks to her, the fight broke up, and the man and his girlfriend continued on into the bar, and the drunken man's friend started to apologize, but was interrupted by her, saying, "Please, don't say you're sorry, just take your friend and go home."
I find it hilarious that I can't go a week without being yelled at by some member of the school faculty.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

What time is it? Time to make a Chicago reference. I realize in advance that probably no one will get this.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Taking Inventory

     So, over the past weeks and months, there has been a pile of folded up peices of notebook paper building by my computer, and tonight I plan on posting as many of those as I can before I got insane or pass out. Here goes.

     Abstract words time.
     Green, blue, brown soft flannel, lumberjack, axe, trees, pine, forests, woods, green, moss, fields, hills, rolling, pin, bread, food, hungry, hamburger, ketchup, mustard, yellow, stop light, red light, stop, hammertime, dance, party, Cheetos, cheetah, Africa, Kenya, Savannah, wildebeest, watering hole, alligators, green, Kermit, moppets, TV, shows, tells, understands, sleeps, pillow, soft, comfortable, flannel, lumberjacks, log cabin, snow, pine trees, ski trail, cold, icy, freezer, dinosaur chicken nuggets, dinosaurs, asteroid, space, adventure, pirate ship, Caribbean, blue waters, sandy beaches, palm tree, coconut, mail, catalogue, sweaters, wool, cotton, flannel, plaid, Scottish, bagpipe, funeral, sadness, rain, clouds, blue skies, outside, bicycle, freedom, America, statue of liberty, green.

     Uh, next is just a random piece of paper with, "Sadness, no. Neither joy nor sorrow, but emotional purgatory." Scrawled on it.

     It's eyes grew brighter. I stood transfixed on them, when an image of me following it broke my concentration. Then, the creature seemed to nod in response to my unspoken question, I obliged.
     What it took me too looked unlike a spaceship in any human aspect, but when it led me inside, I realized that it wasn't a spaceship, it was a commune. We passed through another set of doors, and the creature took off the dome surrounding its head. The sensors on my helmet read oxygen, and I cautiously took it off. The air was bitter, and it felt different on the lungs than ours, but it was air alright. The creature was staring at me this time, and I noticed that its skin had the slightest tinge of brown. It made a noise, deep, but in no way guttural, and motioned for me to follow it deeper into the massive room we were in.
     I stood in front of seven of these creatures. One of them pulled out a sheet of metal that looked like the tablets which had tried again to take the market back on earth. A four-fingered hand grabbed mine and pressed it to the sheet. For a brief second it glowed, in a shade not too different from the creature's eyes.  I pulled y hand off, and the screen showed an image of a human, Earth, and was accompanied by some text which was indiscernible to me, The creatures turned to the image, then to each other, and then finally to me. The second shortest one, to my far right spoke, "You are from," hesitated for a moment then continued, "Earth?"
     "Correct," I replied. The one who had spoken to me turned back to the others. The mumbled together, then the tallest one silenced them, and turned back to me.
     "We, require the aid of," a pause, followed by a deep noise, "Earth."

    Well, that's disappointing, I had hoped to get more done, but I am about to pass out in front of my computer, so I will have to continue tomorrow.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

I don't have a first aid kit, I have more of a "In Case I do Stupid Stuff" kit. It has a bottle of alchohol, aloe, a crowbar, and chitosan patches.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Pre-Thanksgiving Post Deal Time to Insert Random Words Into This Title Without Making Any Coherent Sense

     Well, I got new bass strings, which feel so much better than my old ones, so gaining the willpower to post here was kind of a challenge. So, I guess I will tell you what's been up, what's going on, and what's going to happen. You could say it's the three paragraphs of day before thanksgiving- dammit. I tried to make a christmas Carol reference there, but it was too wordy. Sorry about that, moving on:

     What's been up? Well, where should I start? My heart is like Samuel L. Jackson and Bruce Willis, and is Unbreakable, or at least to the extent of my knowledge. I found the end of a major sewer system here in A-Town. I've been living mostly on Ramen and whatever sandwich I can throw together in two minutes flat, and 2% Milk. I got a smiley face watch, as aforementioned. I memorized Invictus by William Ernest Henley, and recited it to close to the best of my ability for Poetry Out Loud. I watched Se7en, and part of The Shawshank Redemption, which I need to see (possibly future?). I ate my first Pannini at lunch today, and it was awesome. I changed my bass strings and used the old ones to make an army men zip line in my room, complete with helicopter banking up sharply. I made a Zune charger using an old Zune cable and an old Cell Charger for a phone that I no longer have, using only a butterfly knife and hemostats, and it works. I picked up some buck-fifty Halloween/Christmas lights at a dollar store, which was a great deal. I finally finished a game of monopoly, my first ever! I then crashed at Nemo's house, jamming on guitars and listening to music and debating over existential quandaries until four in the morning this weekend, and I made it through a day of school today, one filled with loathing and self-doubt and wracked with the pain and isolation of my pitiful meaningless existence.

   What's going on? I'm wondering if anyone got the Weird Al reference in that last line. I'm apologizing for making lists, and not adding any links, but I am really tired right now. Battling with ZoneAlarm for control of my computer and access to the internet, now currently realizing that it's just that my router is garbage. Back online. I'm working on making Dead Drop number four, but I'll  need more flash drives after this... I resisted the urge again to go onto the Facebook, and am determined to finish this post. I'm thinking about what to write here, and am just typing words and the occasional numeral at this point. I am dreadfully far behind on my homework, and am listening to Joe Strummer & the Mescalereo's Streetcore for probably the tenth time. This album is amazing. And at a lack of anything else to say, would politely like to ask you to dinner this coming Saturday, provided I am back in town. Wondering why "implore" seems to have such negative connotations, because of the similarity to "deplore"?

     Plans for the future, I'm going out of town for Thanksgiving, and need books to read. If you have any suggestions, I implore you to post in the comments. I am going to go to sleep soon, because I am incredibly tired. Hopefully I will get new pickups for my bass, so that it is super sexy, and good, hopefully. I'm the one bringing doughnuts to the party in Bio tomorrow! Hooray! Doughnuts! I am hopefully going to get new batteries for my camera, because I am out of that supply. Also need to get Inkheart, because that book has disappeared from my bookshelf. Drat. I, uh, wish I could say something really cool, but I'm so tired. I plan on just getting a bunch of army men, and having a super-intense army man battle over the break, and would like to get that Dead Drop done and set in stone. Hopefully, I've used that word so much in this post, christ, I can do all of those things if I just put in a little effort, the only hopefully is hopefully I can open up my heart a little and someone will return the gesture. But apologizing for that last sentence, that was Nemo's territory and I am backing off. Also, I need to fix my tuning peg, because as of now, my bass only has three...

    Well, thank you all for reading, and have a good night.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

What's on my Mind

Dear The Exploited,
     Your song "Sex and Violence" is some of the most important social commentary I've witnessed in a long time. It's a bold statement about how easily our attention and hard-earned dollars can be bought with the pormises of sex and violence. The heavy drum intro is evidence of the heavy undertones it has in our society. The whispering gradually growing into screaming represents the inital taboo of those two topics, but they're being ever more played into our society, and what the hell am I saying?

    The three words of the song are "Sex and Violence", it's simple, it's catchy, and it's effn' brilliant. And it's all that's on my mind.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Two More!

     So, I got two more Dead Drops down today, albeit I did completely put off homework... Anyway, if you are reading this, why are you not grabbing the nearest stack of burnable holy books, putting on an adult diaper and pointing your car towards DC wrapping up your flash drives and getting some cement?

     In hindsight, cementing a flash drive to the Washington Monument was a guaranteed way to get shot...


     That would be the last post to this blog, probably a posthumous guest post by Nemo having claimed my phone. Then throwing that phone into the Patomic, with the knowledge that like the flash drive, this blog had been cemented shut.

     But, despite the motto, I have a little bit of good judgment. That doesn't by any stretch mean that I'm not daft enough to get myself shot, just not today.
    That said, is anyone up for painting a mural of Obama in the storm drains?

File:Barack Obama Hope poster.svg

Sunday, November 14, 2010

With Helping Change the World Comes Getting Locked out of the House

        Dead Drops, originally used by spies to transfer information and materials without the risk of having to meet up, have been re-imagined for the 21st century. Dead Drops are a kind of file sharing, but without the cloud! I trust that people will be cool with it for at least the first couple years while it's still underground. Because in all honesty, the majority of people are good, there's just the rare punk. Anyway, they are USB drives cemented in public places, allowing users to leave pictures or text, and read some as well. I set what I believe to be the first one in the DC area up today. for all you Arlington Residents, it's the fountian by the Clarendon Metro station, inbetween Wilson and Clarendon.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Vetran's Day

     So, I realize I haven't been posting enough lately, so I am here to rectify that. Heh, Rectify, that's an SAT word right there, I think?

     To explain that last post, I truthfully dislike Arial font. It irritates me far more than it should. I guess I hate how it looks so weak. It's just I think that the serifs of times new roman or Georgia look for more powerful and formal than Arial. That's all for that topic.

     Picture Time!
Roar! No Math!

What is on my Wrist.



Looking down the turret.

Taking cover.

Radioing in.

Rounding the corner.


Lobbing in the open.

View from behind the tank.

From behind the APC.


Friday, November 5, 2010

Things that are far easier than they should be: Proving Arlington the best county in Va.

Things that are far harder than they should be: Making a necklace.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

This Is Turning into Twitter and Photos Isn't it?

Take it t mean what you will.


     So, I would consider myself a professional at Injuring myself with molten plastic and similar materials. Homework, I'm not so good at.

Tiny bits of plastic

     Related: my hand is covered with tiny specks of plastic...

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Dear GOP, winning the house won't repeal the health care bill, Obama still can Veto. Sorry.
2020 Prediction: Democrats are bought out by corporations and big buisness through excessive tax reductions. Nouveaux Fascist-Beauraucrats.
2020 Prediction: Republicans become more moderate, gain foothold with the generation that grew up with Jon Stewart as a TV Personality (Now Ex-Congresman).
2020 Prediction: Tea Partiests have formed an independent third major party, absorb all the absurdity from the Repbublicans and partially Democrats.
When I vote, I am sooo gonna mess up the exit polls.
Also Rand Paul, there are upper classes, and middle classes, and lower classes. I do not like you.
Ron Paul's lost the race for office more times than I can count, but change the 'o' to an 'a' and add a 'd', and you have the winner of Kentucky.
I like this Marco Rubio fellow.
In Nebraska, you only need 300 thousand votes...

Saturday, October 30, 2010

"Congradulations guys, you just ran across the Rock Creek Parkway."

Wednesday, October 27, 2010


      So, through a clause or something on that competition that I hadn't foreseen and through Nemo's overwhelming persistence, one of the three slots on the competition are filled. I think it is a fluke, but based off of the overwhelming evidence provided by the movement of "A Road that Disappeared" to a top secret location, along with a new alibi. Then, this movement thing meant that A Road That Disappeared is, in fact, a new blog created by Nemo.



Aw, guys, no one has taken up that contest offer that I posted a really long time ago. It's still open, because I don't think anyone made a blog, or if they did they didn't tell me. You should do it!!!!

Also new prize, the winner will receive a one of a kind hard-copy blog post (of course it is from this blog, so don't get your expectations up)! Woah! Think about it, dooooo ittttttttt!

Monday, October 25, 2010

Sick Day

     In my rapidly unfolding efforts to make it impossible for you to read all my posts, here's the latest installment in "The Life and Times of a [Stupid] Ginger". (Cool anagram time?)

    So, today I stayed home sick, and somehow I feel worse now than I did this morning. Also this happens almost every day that I stay home sick... Or even fake sick! Anyway, it probably is for the best that I didn't go to school today, instead I sat ad watched It's Always Sunny, Invictus, and slept. And I took two kinda sorta good monotone pictures.
     That's all.

Monday, October 18, 2010

You're gonna be lonely, hungry, and tired in this life. The trick isn't keeping tham from happening, but accepting them when they do.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

I Gave In

     So, I went to see the Facebook Movie. I gave in. Also, I'm not going to say anything that you can't already find everywhere else on the internet, so I might as well say nothing.

     Which I will.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Why games like Second-Life are dumb. Sure, you can have spontaneous techno raves and explore sewers, but that's the kind of stuff I do in real life.

Because at the End of the Day, this is What it Boils Down to.

"I believe in one thing only, the power of human will."

Space Story Thing Part 2

     I leaned in closer, when I felt something pressing into the soft back of my suit. In my mind, I knew that it wasn't Jim trying to get my attention. I stood up slowly, with my hands in the air, figuratively of course. The thing in my back pressed in harder, and I stood still. "Jim? What's going on?" Silence. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on, when a gloved hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.
     It looked so much like us. Sure, the thing was seven and a half feet tall, and it had only four fingers, but the thing that I couldn't get past was its eyes. They were glowing.  I was thankful that our visors were tinted, because it felt like those eyes would burn a hole in my head.
     The creature returned my stare, though through its visor the creature's glowing eyes scanned my visor, unable to find any biological features. My eyes were still transfixed on its, when I noticed its hands in my peripheral. The thing the gloved hand was holding was obviously a gun, though not of any human making. And the glove that held it only had four fingers.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I Apologize That I am Incapable of Emotion

     So, Invader is a pretty cool dude, putting Mosaic Space invaders all over the place. I feel overwhelmingly like I should get one this. Also, I really want this book.

    In related news, Nemo believes that I should say this should be my new mantra, "Dear people of the internet, I will do something tomorrow that seems stupid and irrational, but have no fear, it is well planned out."

 What says you, internet?

Monday, October 11, 2010

This Kind of Thing Must be Important, Because Somebody Ripped Out my Page in Your Telephone Book

      Well, so contrary to most blogs on those interwebz, mine isn't "scene" or "created by attention-needing folk who want to seem edgy ad different and in turn are all the same". I like to think that my blog is different, but in all honesty is it's just a collection of random crap, but it is leaning pretty far to hipsterdom, thanks in part to my overly-liberal use of song lyrics as titles. Hopefully a continuation of that story will reverse that trend.

     The ride was a bumpy one, go figure. Back on Earth, electric cars were being sold as having "the smoothest rides." Give me a Jeep any day. Plus, the moon could use some greenhouse gases. But before I could follow up on that thought, we were outside another lander. The door was open. Never a good sign, I thought as Jim led the way inside.
     Looking around, nothing was disturbed, there was even an open pack of cheese whiz, I was hit be a sudden pang of hunger, and stuck it in my pocket for later.
     Jim was back outside, "Hey, come look at this."
     He was staring at the ground, "Uh Jim, what's so interesting about dust?"
     "Nah, it's what's in the dust."
     I stared at the gloveprint in the ground in front of us, "So, they came outside and tripped?"
     "Wasn't them," Jim said, pointing at the fingers, "only four."

Sunday, October 10, 2010

In the hospital for the first time since I was born.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Bohemian Rapsody: Garunteed to make a group of people any size burst into song.

Friday, October 8, 2010

My daily dose of dinosaurs: "A Sound of Thunder" by Ray Bradbury

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Lunar Part 1

     Flames shot past the windows as out pod reentered. We were hurtling at the speed of sound, straight to the Indian Ocean, without a parachute.
     Back on Earth, news had just reached them that we touched down on the lunar surface. We were the second crew in a week to touch down, and we were supposed to rendezvous with the other crew an hour after we touched down. It's been three. Radio transmission has been sketchy all day, but for all we know, they could be in the shadow of a crater. I was about to rip open a pack of cheese whiz, when the radio leaning on the pod's door lit up. I sprung over to it, and brought the radio up to my ear, "Where are you guys?" I barked into the receiver.
     "Just a little late...," Jim mumbled, barely loud enough for me to hear him.
     "The radio lit up again, but the only sound that came out was static. "Hello?" No reply. Our radios were on a closed wavelength, the other crew were the only other people on the moon that had access to it.
     "Where are they?" Jim asked through a mouthful of "mountain bread".
     "Not saying, and watch out man, you're getting crumbs everywhere."
     "Try radioing Phoenix, they keep tabs on our suits, right?"
     "They don't have GPS on the moon bonehead."
     "I know, but our navigation is based off of the stars, right? And radio triangulation stuff, so couldn't they use the radios in our suits to figure it out?"
     "True. I'll ring Phoenix," I replied, as I turned a black knob on the side of the radio, "Phoenix, this is Dropcap 2, do you have any information on the whereabouts of Dropcap 1?"
     "Roger that Dropcap 2. Well, based on their suits, they're still at their touchdown point."
     "Which is ?"
     "Half a mile due West."
     "Thanks," I turned back to Jim, but before I could open my mouth:
     "Let's roll."
Homeless vetrans, while they may be starving and half frozen to death, those are their ideal fighting conditions.
79 Steps, less than that of the Philadelphia Art Center

Tuesday, October 5, 2010



     Well guys, I apologize for the Tomfoolery and Shenanigans of the past couple days, well, at least my past  me is. I wrote these two posts (and presumably a few more) in math class on 10/1/10, and tomfoolery ensued.

Monday, October 4, 2010



Sunday, October 3, 2010



Saturday, October 2, 2010



Friday, October 1, 2010


     Is it just me, or have all of my blog posts written in the past two weeks been written during math class? This
can mean only one thing! I should start writing this blog in binary!

Currently being confounded by fingerless gloves.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010


     So tired, but the train was less than a mile away. He kept walking on the tracks, at this point he was indifferent to what happened. Four miles to the junction, and he knew the train would overtake him. But with a stubbornness unlike that of himself, he pressed on. The weariness was beginning to set in. His feet were dragging through the gravel track bed. By now, he was numb to the cold that clung to the the tracks. He stumbled, and fell down onto the tracks. The weariness was deep entrenched. He looked down at his leg, which was shooting molten pain up his frozen nerves. His pants leg was growing darker in the dim moonlight. He could hear the rumble of the train's massive engine clearly now, drawing ever closer. But, there he remained, on the tracks, clutching his leg. He saw the light coming closer. The deafening whistle did nothing to stir him. There he sat, utterly alone on the tracks, staring at the train, as the weariness finally took over.

     Only five miles to the junction, he thought to himself with what was a hint at excitement. The night had been terrible, and he knew it as well as anyone. A cold had overtaken the tracks, and even the scorching heat of the boiler couldn't pierce it. And on top of that, he felt like he hadn't slept in days. There had been times when he knew for sure he'd let sleep take over, but with only five miles, four miles now, the weariness had set in his his bones. He pulled the whistle, the sharp report would've startled him at any other time. He thought he saw something one the track ahead. It had to be the exhaustion playing with his mind. He closed his eyes for just a second. When he opened them again, he saw for a split second, no, it couldn't be. And then the train was gone, the world replaced with a blanketing darkness.

    Too much like Jack London?

Monday, September 27, 2010

Along for the Ride

     "Events playing out in someone's head: is a literary device used over and over, it's so common in everything these days. But does anybody really just sit back and watch the events play out in the first place? A completely hands-free approach. For instance, depending on how events play out, I could pay attention in math, take notes in math, or find the love of my life, but as of right now, those events are still unfolding and intertwining in a beautiful and complex way, and I'm just here for the ride. Who knows what's going to happen today? Will it affect me, of course, but what happens today truthfully isn't for me to decide.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Things that make no sense until they aren't funny at all: "I drive a Cadillac because I'm from Maryland."

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


     So, my neighbors had their yard aerated, and I understand that it's good for their lawn, but it makes me sad. Does anyone else know how awkward it is to walk on a lawn covered in hundreds of tiny dried dirt pellets? Barefoot? It is painful. And, I know you may argue that lawns should be healthy, but why should they be healty? For walking on barefoot! That's all.


     So, thinking about it, how am I sane/not depressed? When good things happen, I thank luck/karma, when bad things happen, I blame myself. Hm.

     Also, I realized that I am really cold.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Guys, I don't think you guys understand the situation, we are homeless.
TWO BOOKS!!!!!!!!
So, all of three minutes after school ends, ALL the busses leave. Dammit.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

For Lack of Anything Better

Words that am unable to spell today,

  • Secret
  • Scene
  • Lack
  • Anything
  • Better
  • Unable
  • I'm
  • Anything at this point
  • Capitalized
  • Neighbors
  • Literacy

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

It's probably a bad thing that I was keeping step with the fire alarm...

Monday, September 13, 2010

Yes!!!!! I jusy got my set of the instructables card game!!!!!!

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Punk Concerts

     Last night I was at the Black Cat to see Defiance, Ohio and the Bouncing Souls. It was amazing. I've always thought that Defiance Ohio was a little on the soft side, but they laid down some solid riffs, and they were pretty damn awesome. Then, before the Bouncing Souls came on, I went up towards the stage. within a couple rows of people of it. Then, before they even took the stage, the mosh pit came alive. It was 110 degrees, people were pushing in on your from all sides. Being covered in my and everyone around me's sweat, Pabst Blue Ribbon, and  being deafened by te band. In short, it was amazing.

Image off of

Holy Shit. Mind and eardrums blown.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

So, I finally got fit for my uniform, that was supposed to happen back when Against Me! Was in town.....

Friday, September 10, 2010

A Long and Winding Road

   Holy Cow! This is the 201st Post! That is a lot of posts! YARRRRRRRR PIRATE TIME!!!

   We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot./Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!/We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot./Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho! 

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me. 

Anyway, thank all of you for putting up with my crap for the last two years and 200 posts. I  would say something cheesy here, but I can only really say Thank You.
"Warning: Any seniors caught in the illegal trafficking of underclassmen will lose parking privligages and may have other comsequenses."

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Space Battle

Wordle, I haven't made one in a while.

Wordle: Space Battle

The budget for Arlington County Public Schools is more than that of the entire Peace Corps. Just something to think about.
(2/2) house for most of the day, if not longer woth extra-cirricular stuff. In case you haven't caught on by now, I do not enjoy living in my house...
(1/2) And it's mainly for a couple reasons. I definitely like seeing a lot of my freinds, whom greatly outweigh the annoying people. And, it gets me out of my
I personally don't hate school, I've just feigned when everyone else says it's awful or avoided the conversation entirely. In fact, I like school.
Hey guys! Guess who I'm sitting next to! Nemo!! This day is pretty cool.
So far my first day of school has been wandering around, saying dammit a lot and sleeping.

Monday, September 6, 2010

I just finished reading Ender's Game. A fantastic book. The thoughts and ideas from it have now completely filled up my head, just thinking about all it means.

So, I got Called Out on Encroaching on Nemo's Awkward Territory

    Well, I geuss I kind of lied to you guys when I promised some badass cool post, but I'm thinking that this one will hopefully make up for it!

    First off, I want to announce a contest! So, I tend to write a lot of posts, and most of them are pretty bad. So, if you're reading this, it means you have free time, free time which you could be using to make your own blog! It's pretty simple really. All you need to do is create a blog and write somewhere around three or more posts! The first three people (if there are three... sadness [did my pity strategy work to persuade you?]) to make a blog after this point and post a link on my blog or email me or something Win a super bad ass prize, such as:

     Ok, so there probably won't be any money, but there could be a dinosaur, or hot wheels car, or something ridiculous! I would mail you fire, but not only is that incredibly bad ass, it's also illegal....

  And here's a poem! Yeah, I suck at poetry.....

The Crow sat on the wire,
a pitch-black statue, 
above the flattened tire.

Silent above the street, 
and the field,
in the midday heat.

A testament to the wild,
in a civilized time,
with freedom undefiled.

Caw! Croaked the Crow,
above the street and the field,
and the grass freshly mowed.
I hate Math so much. It has always been my least favorite class, so why am I in the really advanced classes? Wouldn't it make more sense for me to be god awful?

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Google Reader

     I love Google Reader, it's really convient, and has all my RSS and Blog feeds in one place, but I also feel like it has it's drawbacks. For one, I'll admit that I comment a lot less on blogs when I use Google Reader, just because the comment section isn't right there. Also, I just read the post, ignoring all the other cool stuff on people's blogs. And I was going to say some meaningful stuff, so that this would make all your effort for reading this worth it, but I failed. I'm sorry, I understand if by this point you're thinking, "All of these posts start out on a point that I would like to see elaborated on, but then he just lapses into stupid banter, time to stop reading this blog." I would totally understand,  but if you hear me out, I promise the next post will be something cool, I don't know what yet, but I hope it'll be worth your time.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Friday, September 3, 2010

So, uh, I got really bored, so I biked halfway across Arlington, and it's 8:15...

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Oh no!

     How on Earth could this have slipped my mind for so long? There was so much cool stuff from last year that I never picked up.

     Actually, that was a lie. There was a Geo. Project where I created a map of a continent, and I liked the final result a lot, and then there was my writing journal from English. Every day at the beginning of the period, we wrote somewhere around a paragraph,  but I took up a whole page for a lot of the time, if not more. By the end of the year that notebook was completely full with looseleaf sheets peeking out of the sides. And there was so much crappy writing that I could have posted on here! I know I had at least three stories that were at least nine or ten pages, and a bunch of other stuff.

    But now it's gone.

    To sum up my feelings about this:


Day End Minus 1

My bike is still having some troubles with the 6th gear, but it generally fixes when I go off a curb. Today was pretty laid back, except for about 45 minutes at band camp.


Well, I figured out how to magically schedule posts! You know what's magial about this post? I'm in Band Camp right now, woah! Anyway. I am really tired at this point in my timeline. All you future people and future me, tell the past me to wake up and write something original for once.

Oh my goodness time travel is confusing.


     So, I haven't written anything substantial in a while. This is why I can't go to Orientation Tomorrow. (It's pretty bad...). And that first sentence is not a typo.

     Tomorrow I was kidnapped by a band of Space Pirates. On board, I was taken to one of the lower decks, and was locked in the hold to be dealt with later. Somehow, I fought my way out of the hold, and through a full level of the ship, until I got into the escape pods. I shot myself through the main hull of the flagship, and into a nearby corvette. I commandeered the corvette, using the Charged Plasma Cannons mounted port side to destroy the engines of the Space Pirate Flagship. But that wasn't enough. I steered my ship hard to port, on a direct collision route with the pirates flagship. I shut the blast doors at the rear end of the cabin, bracing for impact. My engines hit the Flagship broadside, igniting a fire that quickly spread to all parts of both of our ships, except for my cabin.
     And so, I floated for days through the vacuum of space, unsure where my future would lead me. Until I was picked up by a Type-72 Transporter en route to Vega. It picked me up, astonished that I had survived so long with such little food and in zero gravity. In truth, it was only my optimism that someone would find me that kept me going. And so they took me on my way to Vega. The journey should have taken years, but through the deft maneuvers on the part of the captain,and some wormholes, we reached the star system in three and a half weeks.
     We flew in to Vega's only true planet, where I explained my story to the governing Party.And they vowed to seek vengeance upon the Space Pirates for abducting a 14 year old, and thereby breaking universal law c section24A. They offered to transport me on the next shipment from Vega to HD 173416, and the friendly planet HD 173416 b. I accepted their offer, hearing rumors of a time-bending facility located in the lower reaches of the massive planet. However, when I arrived, our ship was held in orbit for a week, due to the risk of potential contamination. I eventually made it to the surface of the planet, and was scheduled to meet with a leading scientist to discuss the possibility of me arriving home.
     But just at that time, there was an assassination attempt on the recognized scientist. Somehow, I burst through the crowd and tackled the diminutive gunmen, avoiding being hit by his particle accelerator, effectively subduing him. The assailant was taken into custody, and the Scientist was rushed from the scene. I stood there in astonishment, while gradually the sounds of applause came to my ears. The people of this planet lauded me for my heroism, and offered me the Religious Position of Xochtte, I could not refuse, and accepted the offer.
     And so, my life went on, I was respected in both the Religious and Science communities, and feared by many in the Political Realm.But my mind wandered back to the years I had spent on Earth. I had travelled the galaxy, but still I had seen nothing more beautiful than my home planet, and my people, not those of some alien species and culture, but those of humanity. I awoke one morning, and checked the news, to find out that the scientist who's life I had saved was bedridden, presumably at the end of his life span. I dropped everything I had to do, and took a private shuttle to the ailing Scientists house. I was greeted by a butler, who promptly showed me to his room. Whilst I knelt by his bed, the scientist's eyes seemed to light up seeing me again. I held his hand, a feeling so familiar, yet it wasn't human. I inquired about the time machine, his life's work. He whispered the story in my ear of how he had abandoned the plan publicly after the assassination attempt, and locked them away in his home. With his dying breath, he told me where they were, and that I shouldn't fail him.
     My resignation from office had caused a public uproar, but I had grown closer with the scientific community. Over the next couple months, I collected immense amounts of money and resources for the completion of the project, and had some of the brightest minds within four Par-secs on the project. After close to 18 years, the machine was operational, but the news had spread quickly. Relations between the Religious and Scientific Sects had been deteriorating since I had left my office, and this spark ignited an all-out civil war. But, the testing went on, under the constant threat of bombing. Until, finally, I was ready to depart. I called for the end to the conflicts, as did the surrounding Star Systems, and the conflict lost momentum, though I did not stay until its closure. I wished farewell to my compatriots, and all those of the Interstellar Concurrence that I had inhabited, and entered the completed project.
     There was a flash of light, then no light at all. There was an Earth-shaking tremble, and then it ceased. I opened my eyes, to find myself alone on a rooftop in Brooklyn. I went down several flights of stairs, emerging on the bustling city streets. I ran to the News Paper stand, checking the date. Monday August 29th, 2010. I had never read a better sentence in my life. I looked around, and realized that I was in the Paradise in our mixed-up galaxy, an oasis of humanity in a glowing universe. I was home.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Day End Minus 2

Well, I rode my bike a bit more than usual, but the gears are kind of messed up, not shifting to sixth a lot of the time, and there was some vines stuck in my gear for a bit. Today was pretty tiring, but I am pretty happy and the end of it.
Josh Sundquist sighting confirmed at 2:19 PM September First.
Sparknotes: promoting lazy bastards like me to put off reading books since 2002.
And it's September. Dammit.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Rode my bike a lot today. there wasn't a lot accomplished, but overall today was pretty good.

Monday, August 30, 2010

Well, my bike's having a bit of trouble switching to sixth gear, but I got my jelmet back, and my hood ornament is awesome. Today was pretty laid back.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Friday, August 27, 2010

Well, I didn't ride my bike today. I also am just glad this week is over.
Glen Beck is a prick.

Day 9

My light broke off in the middle of the street while I was riding and shattered on impact. I did a ton today, but I'm exhausted.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Dammit Facebook!

My God, they actually are making a Facebook movie. I thought it was a joke until I saw this:

Well, if that works (in case it doesn't), the two things you'll notice are A) How absurd that movie is, why does it exist?? But more importantly B) They said "The Facebook" twice. So, before everyone calls me a tool when I undoubtedly use the phrase "The Facebook" in conversation, I would just like to put it out there that I have been saying "The Facebook" in a douchebag ironical sense for quite a long time.

My bike's parked outside crazydude's house where I'm watching Star Wars IV. I got a lot done today, and I have no self-control when it comes to Hot Wheels

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Well, today I did a front flip partially with and then off my bike. There was a firly good amoiunt of pain today...

Monday, August 23, 2010

Mosque On Ground Zero

Well, I was going to rant about people's reactions to the Mosque near Ground Zero, and by Mosque I mean a multi-faith YMCA equivalent, but John Stewart Does it so much better.

The Daily Show With Jon StewartMon - Thurs 11p / 10c
Extremist Makeover - Homeland Edition
Daily Show Full EpisodesPolitical HumorTea Party
Alrighty, my bike's back from the shop. And I'm kinda exaushted.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

I am currently upside down on a ride. That's all.
(3/3) know how to do, then feels it nessecary to show me how to do it. Then he does it all and commwnts that, "It seems you are incapable of helping."


(2/3) prior. Then he uses the random crap as an opprotunity to criticize me. Eg. He asks me to help him put up cable fasteners, which only an infant would not
(1/3) One reason I hate weekends: right before I'm about to go out the door, he gives me random crap to do, and avoids telling me about it for the three hours

Friday, August 20, 2010

Day 5

Today we got out early, it was awesome, as was tonight. Bike's still at the shop, and I'm realizing that my blog is becoming more and more like twitter... OH NO!
Multiple soldiers MIA at AIM.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Day 4

Today we got a ton done, but it was kinda tiring. Bike's still at the shop, but I got my fill of processed beef-based crap.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Day 3

This morning I felt like crap; had weird reams influenced by the radio; but overall it was good. Bike's at the shop,  I walked home eating a baguette.

Avatar Special Edition

     Well, here's my two cents on Avatar Special Edition coming out soon. So, I personally enjoyed watching Avatar in theaters, it had Superb 3D, a ton of cool stuff, and was amazing from the technical standpoint. But looking back, the plot wasn't that good. But, it made up for it with all the aforementioned cool stuff (What an awesome spaceship!). That said, from what I understand, Avatar Special Edition in Theaters is just James Cameron selling the deleted scenes to get even more money. There'll be more cool stuff, but my guess is that the plot's not going to get a whole lot better. Does that mean I don't want to see it? Nah, I'm definitely spending the $14 to go see essentially the same movie in theaters again. If you disagree with me, keep in mind that the title of this blog is an impromptu disclaimer, but feel free to write about it down there in the comments.

Day 2

I feel like I got a lot accomplished today, but it's going to be a huge time commitment. Brakes are completely non-functional, light mount is kinda messed up.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010


So, I'm going to try to do a project over the next couple weeks where I describe my day in one sentence, and the condition of my bike in another. Here goes.

Band Camp started, owww my shoulder hurts, owww my shoulder hurts, did I mention my shoulder hurts? The back breaks on my bike are gone, the front kind of work, but not well.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Aaaaaaaand My Summer's Pretty Much Over

      So, I start band camp tomorrow. Blah. I want to do it, but I know I'm going to do badly, and it's from 3-9, for three weeks. Until School starts. I'd be infinitely more comfortable with it in the morning, because I do stuff in the afternoon. So, I'm not going to be doing anything, unless someone wants to hang out from 11 in the morning until 2 ish. Yeah, I'm probably just going to be playing Spore. It is so much fun! I'm in the space stage, and I would go on but the bottom line is it's pretty much the greatest thing ever.

     Right now, I'm watching the Star Wars Marathon on FX. Yessss. Also, I no longer can argue that I'm not a loser....

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Better Red than Dead

     Isn't that a catchy title? I think so. It's a documentary in progress about Redheads. And around this point I realize how irritating it must get to hear me talking about redheads and gingerism all the time, maybe if there was an actual niche... More importantly I'm going to steer away from that stuff. Especially when half the world is going under, half in already under and a few Americans are living like royalty. Aaaaaaaaaand that's all for now. I think I'm going to get to work on figuring out this thing called Flickr.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

I Want Car Speakers Measured on the Fujita Scale

Well, there really isn't anything special. I just spent the last two weeks in the Appalachians, hiking and camping and whatnot, but for some reason I'm not content just sitting in my house. Anyway, I got a super cool lava lamp at Goodwill for $5, and went to "I Write Like" to analyze that earth day story, and evidently:

I write like
H. P. Lovecraft
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!

Anywho, here's an awesome song.

Friday, July 2, 2010

Stories and Poems

Um, so my blog is being neglected a lot lately, so I'm going to post a bunch of stories here. I would spread them out a bit, but I'm going to the Blue Ridge Mountains for a couple weeks, so there is no interweb. Anyway, here they are:

Fluorescent Lights

Fluorescent Lights,
Illuminating City Nights,
And dispelling childhood freights.

Fluorescent Lights,
Suspended at heights,
Comforting sights.

Fluorescent lights,
Glowing white,
Glowing bright.

*   *   *   *   *   *

Light me up,
I tried to say,

But I can’t talk,
There’s just no way,

I sat dim and tired,
Throughout the day,

But at night you come,
And I’m ready to say,

“Light me up,
I’ll be here to stay!”


*   *   *   *   *   *   *   

A Wish Gone Amiss
[Note to self, replace crappy title]

Jerry was walking through the playground on his way home from school, something he did every day, when he suddenly saw a tree, in the middle of the field. He swore that there wasn’t one there yesterday, and went over to investigate. The tree seemed normal at first, until he saw an odd shaped root, infact, it was shaped just like a doorknob. Curiosity took over, and he pulled on the root, and a chunk of ground came up, just big enough for him to crawl through. Ignoring caution, he jumped in the hole, and found himself in what looked like an alchemist’s cave. A cauldron was sitting over the fire, creating a strange, green fog. Bubbling concoctions lined the table, and jars full of bizarre animal parts. Jerry was engrossed in this, when suddenly a hand touched him on the back.
“Why hello there, you’re the first person to come in today. I assumed that I’d meet many more people with this location.”
“What? Who are you?”
“My apologies, allow me to explain myself, I’m Frederick Von Schilfen, time traveling mad scientist. I came to your day an age to bring back some samples of your superior paper, parchment is far too expensive, and I like the feel of paper more. Would you be interested in lending me some? You will be compensated for your loss of such a valuable item.”
“Umm, sure. Here’s some,” Jerry said as he handed Von Schilfen a stack of notebook paper, “what was this compensation?”
“Thank you, thank you, and thank you! This paper is excellent! You can feel free to choose any of those containers, each have their own magical properties. The big round one allows you to procure unlimited amounts of food, the square one will allow you to speak to animals, that small glass vile allows you to make three wishes using the dust in it, and the-”
Jerry’s eyes lit up as soon as he heard the one about 3 wishes. He knew instantly what he’d wish for. He turned back to Von Schilfen, “I’ll take the one the one with the wishes.”
Von Schilfen sighed, “Well, be careful, most wishes don’t go, according to plan, per say. And if something goes wrong, you can’t un-wish it, you have to wish again to counter it. Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sure,” Jerry said as he took the vile. He walked out of the cave, and took a better look at it, “Yes…”

Once he got home, Jerry took the vile out of his pocket. He rolled it around a couple times in his hand, before taking a pinch of the powder out of it, throwing it in the air and exclaiming, “I wish I had a dinosaur!!” He waited. Nothing happened. Assuming that he’d just done something wrong, Jerry turned around and went inside. He pulled out some toaster waffles for an afternoon snack, and just as he was putting them in the toaster, a tremendous roar came from just outside.
The sudden noise caused Jerry to drop one of the waffles. Looking down Jerry bent over to pick up the waffle, “Whoops.” Then it hit him. He didn’t wish for a peaceful sauropod, he had just wished up a dinosaur, and a big one at that. “Whoops.”
Looking out the window, he saw the legs of a dinosaur, at least as big as his house. He ran outside, and saw, in living flesh, a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
“Uh-Oh.” The seemingly inconspicuous utterance drew the T-Rex’s attention. The 40 foot tall lizard began to charge, and Jerry started sprinting down the street. He pulled out the vile, “I wish for another dinosaur to fight off the T-Rex!!!” Jerry yelled without thinking.
Jerry turned around. The T-Rex wasn’t following him anymore, instead, it was running away from him, and had been chased away, by a bigger T-Rex. Jerry bolted to the park, hoping that he could find some cover. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw the larger T-Rex gaining on him. Jerry sprinted to the stream, there was a tunnel he could hide in.
As Jerry slogged through the stream, he came to the tunnel, and hid inside. It was damp, and near pitch-black. The earth suddenly trembled. The T-Rex was trying the dig Jerry up. He pulled just enough powder left for his third wish, “I wish- for a Unicorn to fight off the T-Rex!” Suddenly, the trembling stopped. Jerry cautiously moved to the entrance of the tunnel, to find the unicorn battling the T-Rex. They continued until the unicorn emerged the victor. Jerry walked out of the tunnel to thank the unicorn, when it started to gallop down the streets, going to finish the job.
Jerry flipped on the Television, and began to changed channels. He passed by the local news station, and momentarily saw hundreds of people surrounding the body of a T-Rex. Looking around, Jerry quickly changed the channel, and pretended as if nothing had happened.

*   *   *   *   *

His eyes bolted open, and he was drenched with sweat. He had the same nightmare again, the one he’d been having for the past week. But he was alone in his starlit cabin. With a sigh Scott gave up on trying to fall asleep, and went stern side. Looking out on the stars, he thought back to what had happened.
In the year 2730, Mars was engulfed in a civil war. No one had suspected that the New Faction would set off a disruption bomb in the lower atmosphere, within ten years, the conflict had ended, but the planet was falling apart. Phobos was the first to cut off trade when Mars began to lose its atmosphere, the other planets soon followed suit. Scott had been on one of the last ships out, watching with horror as he abandoned the planet he called home.
Now they were headed towards Earth, the birthplace of humanity, a cradle of life in desolate space. He had been told stories as a child, stories of vast oceans and green forests, as far as one could imagine. But he had learned in school of the overpopulation crisis that had afflicted earth in the late 21st century, and the rising pollution levels on a global scale.
Scott could make out the outline of Earth, but they weren’t quite near enough to make anything out, but he was still filled with excitement. His voyage was nearing completion; his search for a new home was complete.
Looking down at Earth from orbit, Scotts hopes began to diminish. It didn’t look that different from Mars, and the green of lore was no where to be seen. And the Oceans he had been told stretched forever were nothing more than blue lines through unending yellow and grey. He broke away from the window, and prepared for reentry. He stepped into this seat, and flames shot past the windows. The G-Forces were enormous as the ship hurled downwards.
The ship stopped wit ha jerk as it set down. The doors opened, and Scott stepped out into blinding light. The heat was stifling, nothing like he expected. He looked around himself at the bottom of the staircase, and spotted something green in the distance. With nothing but sand surrounding him, he set off.
“In remembrance of our Failure,” read the plaque. Scott knelt at the base of an olive tree taken aback by the plaque. A glint caught his eye, and Scott brushed the sand off of a metal box, and pried it open. All that it contained was a letter, Scott unfolded it and read:
To those of the future,

This was our fault, a horrible tread that began in the 21st century. Hopefully the Last Tree is still there, that leaves some chance. We hope that the next time around humanity will do better. April 22nd was an old 20th century holiday, “Earth Day”. If only we could celebrate it now.

Those of Earth, April 22nd, 2770

The last one won the Earth Day writing contest at my school, and I know what you're thinking, I was too, "What? Why?" I don't know either.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Gulf Oil Spill

     Ok, so, now to comment on political stuff, and MY onions on the Deepwater Horizons Oil Spill. I knowledge that I'm not the most informed person, and I assume that no one will agree with me, but hear me out. So, the explosion of the rig was a FREAK ACCIDENT, granted, the platform wasn't that well maintained, but no one could've predicted the explosion. So, truthfully, it's not actually BP's fault. I suppose their immediate reactions were, but still. Then, Obama shafted them with the cleanup, which I can't say I disagree with, but I also think that if politicians weren't so goddamn afraid of mentioning the word "taxes" we could, I dunno, use some of our tax dollars. And now, everyone's getting pissed and people are boycotting BP. Let's review. The people that we are expecting to cleanup the oil spill, are being cut off from incoming money. Adults, you suck. I'm pretty sure that this isn't how America is supposed to work, for instance, WWII, people banded together and SOLVED THE PROBLEM. Granted, BP is an awful company environmentally and humanitarian-wise, but they are the ones solving the problem, so unless you want ot do something yourself, I think that we shouldn't contribute to the problem. But truthfully, it's not like all the plans are coming from BP, it's just that we give them the most crap when stuff doesn't work.

My solution, get BP to open up their stateside refineries, and let anyone who brings in oil get it refined for free, oh wait, OPEC...

Another thing, how do redheads exist?
Related, I am sunburned EVERYWHERE

Friday, June 18, 2010

Toy Story 3

     So, I apologize for not posting at all, but I have something imortant to say,


Also, the rest of today was pretty cool too, including the pool party and walking home people and whatnot.

That's all...

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Barbeque (bar-beh-qu) - verb - derived from the Native American term for "to make delicous"

Monday, May 31, 2010

Fwd:You know what are some scary road signs? The ones that say "Speed Limit enfprced by aircraft".

Wednesday, April 21, 2010


Wow, I haven't blogged in a while! I am angry about that, but the internet tends to convey apathy...

Also, I've recently been vomiting mediocre short sci fi stories (and Arnold Palmer's...). What is there to talk about... Well, I'm liking Dr. Who, and have rekindled my love with Instant Star, even though it ended 2 years ago... It's still a great show! Um. This is a really crappy post. Bye!

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Blogging! It CAN Get Stuff done!

Well, I am staying in Albany, New York, visiting my grandma. And, while sitting in her living room, we were inroduced to her freind staying at her house, and she's a blogger! And her blog, unlike blogs like Perez Hilton, her's actually gets things done, and telling it like it is. And while the majority of you reading this probably don't live in Albany, it shows that blogs can actually be influential, not just the newspapers. Speaking of newspapers, here's the link to an article about her and her blog! Isn't the internet neat?

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Spring Break is Awesome!!! Am I Right?

Well, I made a new instructable, as you can see here:

Soup Can Brazier - More DIY How To Projects

That is about it, except for 2 things.

@ I got a Hot Wheels '69 Firebird, and it is really cool. And I found Coca Cola with sugar in it! T'was Delicious.

@ I am going to Albany New York Thursday through Sunday. It punches my spring break in the face, but I'm kind of glad, because if I kept up the pace I've set so far, I'd be dead by the end of the week...

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Free Books!

 Well, today my school's library was getting rid of some books that haven't been checked out since 2000, or later. So, Me having some disease that makes me unable to resist free things, so I decided to drop in. Looking through the books, I found some really good ones! Jule Verne's From the Earth to the Moon (Pretty Prophetic),  Burma Rifles by Frank Bonham (It caught my attention because the author has the same last name as the main character in Johnny Got his Gun), Custer's Last Stand by Quentin Reynolds, and Fire! Its Many Faces and Moods by James J. O'Donnell. Well, I'm going to start reading Jules Verne, and see what this steampunk is all about... Haha

You know what book was insanely prophetic? Futility
                                                                                                          Aww. Macro Failure...

Monday, March 22, 2010


Well, there is a dinosaur named after Michael Crichton, author of Jurassic Park (And many other books). I am currently too tired to really say anything, but here's the wikipedia link:

I'm nearing finishing reading Next, which, despite being really confusing, is a really good book. You should read it if you haven't says I. Actually, an even better book that you have to read is banner in the sky. It's an amazing book. Check it out. That's all for today guys.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

What a Great Title, Just kidding, it sucks.

    I'm back guys! So, just when I think that life is getting boring, life comes and punches me in the face with awesome. But, moving on, here's a rundown of this morning:
    I woke up in the lodge where I was staying at around 6:15, and it was silent. I lied in bed for a while, getting fully conscious after staying up until 12. I got out of my sleeping bag, and sat on the edge of my bed in the empty room, and decided to go downstairs. I knew everyone else was asleep, so I pulled on socks, to muffle my footsteps. The hallway was empty, and my footsteps echoed. I walked down the stairs, and pushed the door open a crack, and slid through. It slammed when I let go of it, or it sounded like it to me. I walked across the meeting-type area with the couches, and realized I wasn't really supposed to be on the girl's floor, but ignored it and walked into the kitchen. I found the hot water machine, and the tea box. I groped in the dark, trying to find out which tea was which. I grabbed to one with the plainest cover, and dropped it in the cup 2/3 of the way full, of course, I didn't know that in the dark room. I grabbed the sugar and poured some into my cup of tea, then walked to the meeting-room thing, and sat on a couch. The rooms were bathed in the grey light of dawn, and I didn't want to turn on the lights. I sat there until 7:10 or so alone, just enjoying the peace. Eventually my friend's dad came down, and then at 7:30 the parents went and woke up all the kids. I just liked the peace of the morning in the pre-dawn grey light. It was peaceful.

  • How do you drink tea without burning your tongue? I like tea, but burnt tongues of mine are my enemy.
  • On Friday I fell off the ground and broke my vocal chords.Go figure.
  • I'm watching Life, and it's pretty great. Related, it would suck to be an octopus. They die after reproducing, sounds like no fun. Meanwhile, being a pygme Gecko looks like fun.