Wednesday, March 26, 2003
Tuesday, March 25, 2003
Monday, March 24, 2003
Anyone got a decent brute force password decrypter? Email me. Trying to fuck up the school's firewall. I think they've got two central routers in this building, connected to all these hubs in the different rooms. That's got to be it. There's a login html at both 192.168.1.1 and 2. Can probably disable whatever retarded filter they've got on it if I can just crack the password. Meh. Would be nice to be able to visit some decent webcomics and peoples' blogs.
A short week this will be. The New York trip starts on Thursday. It's going to be great. A real experience. Times Square, Grand Central Station, the Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, Metropolitan Museum, six meals on our own, and of course, there's the oppurtunity of the concert itself, to perform in Avery Fisher Hall. Phenomenal. Missing two or three days of school will be well worth it. I shall be thinking of Larkin the whole time. I'll take pictures of course. Something to share with her when I get back will be nice.
This morning, Larkin informed me that some bastard had slashed her tires overnight. I can't believe it! Who the hell would do such a thing? My ride home is crippled! We're leaning towards an angry, conservative Chinese Catholic. The thought of this is very frightening. More frightening, even, than the garage door closing on my spine. Maybe I could buy some night-vision goggles and sleep in her van with a gun! We'll get to the bottom of this. Kinda like in Scooby-Doo. But with guns. And night-vision goggles. Yeah.
Who the HELL IMed me last night? Some insane fool by the screenname "menwholikeboys" messaged me in the evening and claimed he was a pedophile. Who the fuck are you? I demand you reveal your identity in my comments feature!
This morning, Larkin informed me that some bastard had slashed her tires overnight. I can't believe it! Who the hell would do such a thing? My ride home is crippled! We're leaning towards an angry, conservative Chinese Catholic. The thought of this is very frightening. More frightening, even, than the garage door closing on my spine. Maybe I could buy some night-vision goggles and sleep in her van with a gun! We'll get to the bottom of this. Kinda like in Scooby-Doo. But with guns. And night-vision goggles. Yeah.
Who the HELL IMed me last night? Some insane fool by the screenname "menwholikeboys" messaged me in the evening and claimed he was a pedophile. Who the fuck are you? I demand you reveal your identity in my comments feature!
Sunday, March 23, 2003
What a weekend. Ever see that movie Groundhog Day? Where that guy is stuck reliving the same day, in an infinite loop? I long to be in his situation. Not a day passed this weekend where I didn't do something with Larkin. I am, as of now, completely satisfied with my life. Larkin makes me complete. Maybe it's silly, since we've only been together a few weeks, but I feel very close to her. She seems to be everything I've ever wanted and looked for in a girl. In a companion. Hell, in just a friend. She's absolutely brilliant, and possesses a morbid, sarcastic, cynical, evil sense of humor as I do. As if that weren't enough, she's quite attractive. It's such a relief to find someone who shares my opinions and perspectives on things, and someone who appreciates me for who I am! This girl is so precious to me.
Friday, I had her over here. I couldn't stand only seeing her in the mornings and after school! We tried the whole bike ride thing, and once Larkin got used to the idea, it worked out pretty well. Until the back tire on the mountain bike I lent her went flat. In the middle of my bike trail. We ended up walking most of the way home, and then, if that weren't unfortunate enough, the tire then shredded itself in the spokes and wrapped around the rim of the wheel, locking it into place. I'm just glad we were almost home when I had to start carrying the damned thing on my shoulder. Why can't my mother keep good care of her toys? I do! Oh well... That was fun while it lasted. We finished the evening by eating the meal my father so considerately prepared for us, and playing old SNES games. I've found someone who appreciates the 7UP Nintendo game! Amazing.
Saturday, we went to this show put on at a little art studio near downtown. When she asked me, I thought to myself, "Why the hell not? I get to see Larkin, and the ticket sales go towards the GSA." I had nothing better to do anyway. The show, called Normal, was sort of a monologue in which this guy played ten different "abnormal" characters (ex. rich soccer mom from hell, enlightened Christian priest, nostalgic old man at a Luby's Cafeteria). It was great. Absolutely wonderful, and I never would've thought it from a little crummy place like that. I think I can learn a lot from Larkin. She brings me to such culture!
Today, we didn't have much time, but as next weekend holds for me the choir's trip to New York, we were forced to savor the few hours we had. We just went for a walk in Meyer Park, which I never do, although it was actually a lot of fun. To be with Larkin, I don't actually have to be doing anything to fill some empty silence; we actually talk. It's really refreshing to be in a relationship that's not completely physical. I'm really happy right now.
Friday, I had her over here. I couldn't stand only seeing her in the mornings and after school! We tried the whole bike ride thing, and once Larkin got used to the idea, it worked out pretty well. Until the back tire on the mountain bike I lent her went flat. In the middle of my bike trail. We ended up walking most of the way home, and then, if that weren't unfortunate enough, the tire then shredded itself in the spokes and wrapped around the rim of the wheel, locking it into place. I'm just glad we were almost home when I had to start carrying the damned thing on my shoulder. Why can't my mother keep good care of her toys? I do! Oh well... That was fun while it lasted. We finished the evening by eating the meal my father so considerately prepared for us, and playing old SNES games. I've found someone who appreciates the 7UP Nintendo game! Amazing.
Saturday, we went to this show put on at a little art studio near downtown. When she asked me, I thought to myself, "Why the hell not? I get to see Larkin, and the ticket sales go towards the GSA." I had nothing better to do anyway. The show, called Normal, was sort of a monologue in which this guy played ten different "abnormal" characters (ex. rich soccer mom from hell, enlightened Christian priest, nostalgic old man at a Luby's Cafeteria). It was great. Absolutely wonderful, and I never would've thought it from a little crummy place like that. I think I can learn a lot from Larkin. She brings me to such culture!
Today, we didn't have much time, but as next weekend holds for me the choir's trip to New York, we were forced to savor the few hours we had. We just went for a walk in Meyer Park, which I never do, although it was actually a lot of fun. To be with Larkin, I don't actually have to be doing anything to fill some empty silence; we actually talk. It's really refreshing to be in a relationship that's not completely physical. I'm really happy right now.
Friday, March 21, 2003
Another third period update. I think this may become a habit. It's actually a little cooler in here today, probably due to some of the computers being off. There's even less work being done than usual... Most of my fellow classmates are just eating lunch and playing games. I love it how the teacher gives us one assignment and waits five days for us to finish it. Visual BASIC is the simplest programming language ever. Being switched to third period programming instead of second has been pretty nice as well. The class is more sparsely populated with complete idiots; there are some juniors and seniors that I don't mind. And, unlike in chemistry, when I wear black, they don't get the impression that I'm some teenage assassin.
The concert last night was something to be proud of. The spiritual and the Mozart (two movements from the Vesperae Solennes de Confessore) turned out to be our best pieces. The physical energy it takes to sing those songs is amazing. Most people think singing is something easily done, just a trick of the voice, some continual stream of unconscious speaking. Bullshit. Anyone can sing. It doesn't require an extraordinary voice, or any supernatural talent or "God's gift". It does, however, require dedication. If half the people in Klein Chorale went in to that choir building every day and sang little songs without concentrating or paying much attention, we would sound very second-rate. To be a great singer, you have to learn technique, you have to concentrate on every single note. Think ahead and know exactly what to do every step of the way. You have to put an unbridled passion into what you do, understand the meaning of the lyric you sing in order to imbue it with real emotion. It doesn't have to be a spiritual experience, but there is no better word to use than "spirit" when describing the requirements for performing choral music.
Last night, I was just in a good mood. Not only was the concert great, but Larkin came and saw it. I'm so happy to expose someone to how cool listening to a choir can be. I try to get friends to attend the concerts and appreciate the effect that music can put on people, but most of them just end up making fun of "choir boy" and not showing up. She's so kind to me. Even gave me a flower! And then a ride home! Today after school we're going to hang out, ride bikes around the neighborhood and such. I can't wait to see her again. She holds the power to make me content. And content I am.
PE is a little nicer now. We're running from the gym, to the track, around and back to the gym again every day instead of a couple shitty laps around the gym. I'm surprised at how much better at running I am compared to last year. I get so much exercise from riding my bike, my legs are a lot stronger, and the cardiovascular exercise it gives me gives me a lot more stamina. Being healthy is actually pretty satisfying...
Bell's about to ring.
The concert last night was something to be proud of. The spiritual and the Mozart (two movements from the Vesperae Solennes de Confessore) turned out to be our best pieces. The physical energy it takes to sing those songs is amazing. Most people think singing is something easily done, just a trick of the voice, some continual stream of unconscious speaking. Bullshit. Anyone can sing. It doesn't require an extraordinary voice, or any supernatural talent or "God's gift". It does, however, require dedication. If half the people in Klein Chorale went in to that choir building every day and sang little songs without concentrating or paying much attention, we would sound very second-rate. To be a great singer, you have to learn technique, you have to concentrate on every single note. Think ahead and know exactly what to do every step of the way. You have to put an unbridled passion into what you do, understand the meaning of the lyric you sing in order to imbue it with real emotion. It doesn't have to be a spiritual experience, but there is no better word to use than "spirit" when describing the requirements for performing choral music.
Last night, I was just in a good mood. Not only was the concert great, but Larkin came and saw it. I'm so happy to expose someone to how cool listening to a choir can be. I try to get friends to attend the concerts and appreciate the effect that music can put on people, but most of them just end up making fun of "choir boy" and not showing up. She's so kind to me. Even gave me a flower! And then a ride home! Today after school we're going to hang out, ride bikes around the neighborhood and such. I can't wait to see her again. She holds the power to make me content. And content I am.
PE is a little nicer now. We're running from the gym, to the track, around and back to the gym again every day instead of a couple shitty laps around the gym. I'm surprised at how much better at running I am compared to last year. I get so much exercise from riding my bike, my legs are a lot stronger, and the cardiovascular exercise it gives me gives me a lot more stamina. Being healthy is actually pretty satisfying...
Bell's about to ring.
Thursday, March 20, 2003
I write to you know from the sweltering, dry heat of my programming class. This damned career center needs much better ventilation, or something, because these ancient Windoze95 machines, believe it or not, generate a lot of heat. This class is unpleasant. A few people behind me play cards, including Chris, the guy that enjoys annoying me while I'm reading my book, doing homework, anything that requires concentration. He really just likes to make fun of white guys.
Yesterday evening yielded a short update. I was caught up in the drama of Larkin and Ben's breakup. Much to both our dismay, he's being pretty bitter about the whole situation, as you easily see from his blog. I think the entry is a bit inappropriate. He'll get over it eventually of course, but I wish he weren't so damn sarcastic about the whole thing. What he said has really hurt Larkin. I'm just glad that I can give her some relief... what a mess.
I had been planning to write a little more about the events that took place last evening. America goes to war. It was inevitable, wasn't it? Holding Iraq by the throat to disarm, blindly threatening Hussein without the support of the U.N., etc. etc. There comes a point where I really just can't take sides. Sure, Bush is a reckless individual who really just sees the world as some biblical struggle of good versus evil. Hussein is a madman, though who's to say that he's really hiding all those "noo-cuu-lar" bombs. What I would do in their situation, however, I have no idea. I'm neither a democrat nor a republican. I really just choose to be angry with the world in general. It doesn't get much done, but what does? It seems as though we humans can't exist without conflict, without prejudice, without killing each other over our petty differences. As Larkin put it, we're all just "brainy apes". I think, at this point in time, we're doomed to self destruction. Doomed. My last hope is my Seti@Home account. Maybe I'll find some vastly benevolent aliens who will eliminate incompetence from our society... or not.
A lot's been on my mind recently. Yesterday, before the mess with hearing Dubyah announce the war campaign and the fiery Karfunkle, I had been looking at colleges online. I hang out with Larkin so much, I just started thinking about what I want to do with my life. I came to the disturbing realization, all of a sudden, that I have no idea. I've said before, to adults (mainly to make a good impression) that talk to me, shower me with praise for whatnot and ask of my future, that I'll probably just go into software design, major in computer science, become a highly-skilled programmer. But is this what I really want? I picture myself, ten years from now, at the height of my life, living in a cubicle eight hours a day typing away in front of the faint radiation of a computer monitor to meet impossible deadlines. Making boring accounting software, the next version of Quicken or TurboTax or Microsoft Word. How satisfying could that be? Could I possibly enjoy writing code? Even if I end up at some gaming company, Ion Storm or Blizzard or Raven, writing the engine for Quake 8, would that even be that great? It sounds like a pointless existence, when I really sit down and consider it. As I look at these colleges, the courses available, I see this whole world of options unfolding before my eyes. Before I met Larkin, I didn't even know what the hell liberal arts means. I could just as well become a writer, a research scientist, or hell, pursue my passion for singing and become a chorister for some opera company. To study philosophy! And when I just look at the different courses, philosophy is only the tip of the iceberg. There are thousands of different aspects of philosophy to be studied, so many divisions of music appreciation, different writing courses. It's overwhelming, I tell you.
Choir concert tonight. The last one we'll have until we go to New York. New York! I never thought, when I took choir in sixth grade "just for fun", that I'd later be involved in such a massive event. It's like those things that you read about in the newspaper or hear on the announcements, all the overachieving high school students going on trips to see the world and perform, or winning paid trips to study at famous colleges just for scholastic achievements. The oppurtunity will be colossal. We're going to the Metropolitan Museum, going to see a Broadway show... I don't even know what else. Not only that, we're the feature choir.
Yesterday evening yielded a short update. I was caught up in the drama of Larkin and Ben's breakup. Much to both our dismay, he's being pretty bitter about the whole situation, as you easily see from his blog. I think the entry is a bit inappropriate. He'll get over it eventually of course, but I wish he weren't so damn sarcastic about the whole thing. What he said has really hurt Larkin. I'm just glad that I can give her some relief... what a mess.
I had been planning to write a little more about the events that took place last evening. America goes to war. It was inevitable, wasn't it? Holding Iraq by the throat to disarm, blindly threatening Hussein without the support of the U.N., etc. etc. There comes a point where I really just can't take sides. Sure, Bush is a reckless individual who really just sees the world as some biblical struggle of good versus evil. Hussein is a madman, though who's to say that he's really hiding all those "noo-cuu-lar" bombs. What I would do in their situation, however, I have no idea. I'm neither a democrat nor a republican. I really just choose to be angry with the world in general. It doesn't get much done, but what does? It seems as though we humans can't exist without conflict, without prejudice, without killing each other over our petty differences. As Larkin put it, we're all just "brainy apes". I think, at this point in time, we're doomed to self destruction. Doomed. My last hope is my Seti@Home account. Maybe I'll find some vastly benevolent aliens who will eliminate incompetence from our society... or not.
A lot's been on my mind recently. Yesterday, before the mess with hearing Dubyah announce the war campaign and the fiery Karfunkle, I had been looking at colleges online. I hang out with Larkin so much, I just started thinking about what I want to do with my life. I came to the disturbing realization, all of a sudden, that I have no idea. I've said before, to adults (mainly to make a good impression) that talk to me, shower me with praise for whatnot and ask of my future, that I'll probably just go into software design, major in computer science, become a highly-skilled programmer. But is this what I really want? I picture myself, ten years from now, at the height of my life, living in a cubicle eight hours a day typing away in front of the faint radiation of a computer monitor to meet impossible deadlines. Making boring accounting software, the next version of Quicken or TurboTax or Microsoft Word. How satisfying could that be? Could I possibly enjoy writing code? Even if I end up at some gaming company, Ion Storm or Blizzard or Raven, writing the engine for Quake 8, would that even be that great? It sounds like a pointless existence, when I really sit down and consider it. As I look at these colleges, the courses available, I see this whole world of options unfolding before my eyes. Before I met Larkin, I didn't even know what the hell liberal arts means. I could just as well become a writer, a research scientist, or hell, pursue my passion for singing and become a chorister for some opera company. To study philosophy! And when I just look at the different courses, philosophy is only the tip of the iceberg. There are thousands of different aspects of philosophy to be studied, so many divisions of music appreciation, different writing courses. It's overwhelming, I tell you.
Choir concert tonight. The last one we'll have until we go to New York. New York! I never thought, when I took choir in sixth grade "just for fun", that I'd later be involved in such a massive event. It's like those things that you read about in the newspaper or hear on the announcements, all the overachieving high school students going on trips to see the world and perform, or winning paid trips to study at famous colleges just for scholastic achievements. The oppurtunity will be colossal. We're going to the Metropolitan Museum, going to see a Broadway show... I don't even know what else. Not only that, we're the feature choir.
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
What a day. What a day that may very well be remembered as either the beginning of a war or the beginning of a surrender. Looks like Saddam's time is up. I imagine right now, every corner store in Iraq is sold out of little white flags. Who the hell can tell what will happen? I expect a grim announcement on the PA at school tomorrow...
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
On a scale from one to ten, today was meh. This week is doing a spectacular job of being boring as hell, at least during school hours. Nothing to do in most of my classes but sit around and read a book; in English I'm waiting for people to finish reading Of Mice and Men, PE remains useless as we just stretch and play basketball. Same old, same old. Only classes that require a bit of work these days are chemistry and choir. Oh, and geometry. I'm failing geometry, so I have to ease back on my slacking off just a bit. Sigh. At least Larkin can cheer me up. The sky unleashed a temporary storm on her and I today as we ran for her car, then, as usual, became instantly sunny when I returned home. Why must the heavens taunt me so? I wouldn't mind it if it only rained on me, but to torment my friends is too much.
Well, the countdown continues to Saddam's deadline to conform to regulations. I wonder if it will be like New Years, the 10-9-8... countdown to global warfare. In 25 hours, we could very well start carpet bombing the middle east. I really don't pay enough attention to the details of politics to make a good rant about them. I can make fun of bush, as he's something of a religious fanatic, says "noo-cuu-lar" a lot, and is just dumb. Two of the things I despise most in anyone are profoundly evident in the commander-in-chief of the country that holds the most powerful military in the world. Apocolypse dawns in the form of the man they call Dubyah.
Well, the countdown continues to Saddam's deadline to conform to regulations. I wonder if it will be like New Years, the 10-9-8... countdown to global warfare. In 25 hours, we could very well start carpet bombing the middle east. I really don't pay enough attention to the details of politics to make a good rant about them. I can make fun of bush, as he's something of a religious fanatic, says "noo-cuu-lar" a lot, and is just dumb. Two of the things I despise most in anyone are profoundly evident in the commander-in-chief of the country that holds the most powerful military in the world. Apocolypse dawns in the form of the man they call Dubyah.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Ugh. Monday. Today hasn't been so bad, despite the tiny amount of sleep I got last night, but only because I've been caught up on it due to spring break. The days of sleeping until lunchtime are over. Anyway, lively enough, I sprang out of bed this morning to eat a bagel in front of the incandescence of my ancient Compaq Presario 1525 Multimedia monitor. I'm meticulous when it comes to knowing the specifications of all my computer junk; some guys work on cars, I save myself the physical effort and screw around with electronics. While I try my best to bury the competitive, egotistical male spirit that resides in and torments men, it usually only results in manifesting itself as a less potent form. My computer is better than yours.
Before I go on, I'd like to share this with you. I thank some incredible force in the universe that I have never met this person. Based on his wonderfully creative geocities ranting center, I can conclude that he is:
A. A bastard. Overall.
B. A stupid bastard, to boot.
C. A stupid, bigoted, overzealous, conservative bastard. One of those anti-GSA or as I prefer to say, Neo-KKK types who carries a very misguided sense of superiority. It makes me sick. Why can't people consider issues from different perspectives before they deal out judgement?
If this blog has at least a few regular readers now, it would be of great assist to my crusade against idiots for someone to kick this sad little kid in the crotch. Perhaps I say that because him and I seem to have a major difference of opinion, or perhaps I'm right. You tell me.
I think I was going to talk about today, before I was sent that link. It was nice to be back in the rhythm of things I suppose, and to see Larkin in the morning was uplifting, to say the least. Green hair today! Green! I, being the forgetful person I am, forgot to wear green today, though no one took much notice. Not that I mind being pinched by Larkin. English went by quickly enough, while I moved from the dull and very brief Of Mice and Men to a much more entrancing Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice. Ah, I love the morbid and sacrilegious literature Larkin exposes me to. I'll never be the same.
PE passes eventlessly, programming brings more quiet reading, chemistry is tough again, choir is nice and energetic, and geometry, as always, consists of watching the minute hand creep around the desert of numbers that is eternity, at least reaching an oasis that is the five. School gets out, I walk around until I find Larkin, and bug a ride home. She's so considerate. I must remember her when I get a car someday...
I'm off now for a two hour choir rehearsal.
Before I go on, I'd like to share this with you. I thank some incredible force in the universe that I have never met this person. Based on his wonderfully creative geocities ranting center, I can conclude that he is:
A. A bastard. Overall.
B. A stupid bastard, to boot.
C. A stupid, bigoted, overzealous, conservative bastard. One of those anti-GSA or as I prefer to say, Neo-KKK types who carries a very misguided sense of superiority. It makes me sick. Why can't people consider issues from different perspectives before they deal out judgement?
If this blog has at least a few regular readers now, it would be of great assist to my crusade against idiots for someone to kick this sad little kid in the crotch. Perhaps I say that because him and I seem to have a major difference of opinion, or perhaps I'm right. You tell me.
I think I was going to talk about today, before I was sent that link. It was nice to be back in the rhythm of things I suppose, and to see Larkin in the morning was uplifting, to say the least. Green hair today! Green! I, being the forgetful person I am, forgot to wear green today, though no one took much notice. Not that I mind being pinched by Larkin. English went by quickly enough, while I moved from the dull and very brief Of Mice and Men to a much more entrancing Interview With the Vampire by Anne Rice. Ah, I love the morbid and sacrilegious literature Larkin exposes me to. I'll never be the same.
PE passes eventlessly, programming brings more quiet reading, chemistry is tough again, choir is nice and energetic, and geometry, as always, consists of watching the minute hand creep around the desert of numbers that is eternity, at least reaching an oasis that is the five. School gets out, I walk around until I find Larkin, and bug a ride home. She's so considerate. I must remember her when I get a car someday...
I'm off now for a two hour choir rehearsal.
Saturday, March 15, 2003
Ah, where to begin. Spring break draws ever nearer to an abrupt end, and I feel as though I could take about two more months off. To wake up at noon every day is a nice change from falling out of bed and into the shower at 5:30 every morning, but it shall soon end. I just hope I didn't have any homework to do.
On a brighter note, Larkin returned from her trip to LA Thursday; you can read all about it on her blog. Tired as she was, we went out to Starbucks to hang out and discuss certain matters ranging from the details of her trip to her crazy sister to the girl in the corner named Miffy. Heh... Miffy... Anyway, the day after I gathered up a few scraps of effort and used them to actually clean up my room a bit so Larkin could come over. She was here for about seven hours, during which we watched a few movies; classics like Edward Scissorhands, Shaft, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Tim Burton is a cinematographic genius, Sam Jackson kicks ass, and British humor is just so dumb and hilarious. All the better when you've got someone to watch it with. My dad cooked us something vegetarian to match Larkin's food preference, which she seemed to appreciate very much. My father is a great guy (and chef) when it comes to meeting friends of mine. It was all a great time. I'm so very fond of Larkin, and for her to just come over and keep me company makes me so content. I hope we can do something again before spring break ends.
On a brighter note, Larkin returned from her trip to LA Thursday; you can read all about it on her blog. Tired as she was, we went out to Starbucks to hang out and discuss certain matters ranging from the details of her trip to her crazy sister to the girl in the corner named Miffy. Heh... Miffy... Anyway, the day after I gathered up a few scraps of effort and used them to actually clean up my room a bit so Larkin could come over. She was here for about seven hours, during which we watched a few movies; classics like Edward Scissorhands, Shaft, and Monty Python and the Holy Grail. Tim Burton is a cinematographic genius, Sam Jackson kicks ass, and British humor is just so dumb and hilarious. All the better when you've got someone to watch it with. My dad cooked us something vegetarian to match Larkin's food preference, which she seemed to appreciate very much. My father is a great guy (and chef) when it comes to meeting friends of mine. It was all a great time. I'm so very fond of Larkin, and for her to just come over and keep me company makes me so content. I hope we can do something again before spring break ends.
Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Holidays are great. The essence of all things lazy, spring break is best spent at home amidst good music and good friends. Yesterday I attended yet another Mormon LAN party, which is supposed to last four days, but I'm not staying that long. 96 hours with those people is a little too much. While I like laying the smackdown on someone in a deathmatch-style game, it sometimes takes forever for people to decide on what to play. Not only that, we're all guys, and only human, so after four days I think we'd all reek of body odor. No, I choose to remain here listening to my mellowsexy Indian techno-jazz. It really fits my relaxed mood as of late.
Larkin's away in California, well, experiencing California. She called me today, to my delight, and told me of how things were going. Seems to be having a great time, meeting celebrities, browsing colleges, going out on the town. Everyone likes her. In any case, I patiently await her return, and look forward to doing something with her when she gets back.
Larkin's away in California, well, experiencing California. She called me today, to my delight, and told me of how things were going. Seems to be having a great time, meeting celebrities, browsing colleges, going out on the town. Everyone likes her. In any case, I patiently await her return, and look forward to doing something with her when she gets back.
Sunday, March 09, 2003
I post now from Rob's house, immersed in my blissful state of joy, with the ambience of The Beatles playing from my speakers.
Friday, I went to the KHS Anime Club's LAN party get-together, though I really did nothing with my computer. I learned the basics of Dance Dance Revolution, one of those arcade-style games that actually requires some physical effort. I suck pretty badly at it, due to my lack of coordination, but I suppose it's something that takes practice. Aside from the game and watching Ari be the crazy woman she is, I hung out with Larkin most of the time, as she decided to make an appearance. The later part of the night consisted of us all watching The Ring. I believe that was the fourth time I've seen it, but it's really a great horror movie still. As long as you've got someone to cuddle with and you manage to shut the commentary squad up, I can watch that movie over and over. Larkin actually makes funny comments too! A rare talent.
Moving to today (or technically, yesterday, as I update this after midnight). Once I got past my mid-life crisis-stricken mother's rambling about the state of our house, I finally caught a ride over to Rob's, and arrived at about the same time as Larkin. Overall, today was the most fun I've had in several months. The first couple to arrive gets to sit on the bed, so while we waited for Julia to finish chores, we watched one of my all-time favorite movies, American Beauty. Such a great movie, and with such cinematography... The color throughout the whole film is incredible; the roses, the rooms, the blood. And I've never had the chance to watch it with someone special... Always alone, or with my parents, and that's no fun at all. And Larkin is very special to me. She revives a dead part of me, or perhaps, she simply brings to life several parts of me at once. An intellectually stimulating and equally attractive person, which is very rare today, it seems. Oh, companionship is bliss.
Friday, I went to the KHS Anime Club's LAN party get-together, though I really did nothing with my computer. I learned the basics of Dance Dance Revolution, one of those arcade-style games that actually requires some physical effort. I suck pretty badly at it, due to my lack of coordination, but I suppose it's something that takes practice. Aside from the game and watching Ari be the crazy woman she is, I hung out with Larkin most of the time, as she decided to make an appearance. The later part of the night consisted of us all watching The Ring. I believe that was the fourth time I've seen it, but it's really a great horror movie still. As long as you've got someone to cuddle with and you manage to shut the commentary squad up, I can watch that movie over and over. Larkin actually makes funny comments too! A rare talent.
Moving to today (or technically, yesterday, as I update this after midnight). Once I got past my mid-life crisis-stricken mother's rambling about the state of our house, I finally caught a ride over to Rob's, and arrived at about the same time as Larkin. Overall, today was the most fun I've had in several months. The first couple to arrive gets to sit on the bed, so while we waited for Julia to finish chores, we watched one of my all-time favorite movies, American Beauty. Such a great movie, and with such cinematography... The color throughout the whole film is incredible; the roses, the rooms, the blood. And I've never had the chance to watch it with someone special... Always alone, or with my parents, and that's no fun at all. And Larkin is very special to me. She revives a dead part of me, or perhaps, she simply brings to life several parts of me at once. An intellectually stimulating and equally attractive person, which is very rare today, it seems. Oh, companionship is bliss.
Tuesday, March 04, 2003
Another eventless Tuesday. Test in geometry, quiz in physics, me barely passing due to last-minute studying... the usual. Another lunch of watching Bret pathetically flirt with Sheila. He really must be stopped. According to Jennifer, Sheila honestly just likes the attention and would most likely never think of dating Bret. It's a pity, too, not only because Bret's going to have his poor little heart broken, but Jenn's feeling neglected by her friends again. I can't say it's all Bret and Sheila's fault. Jennifer has the lowest self esteem of just about anyone I know. Her and her low-carb diet...
I'd better stop babbling about all this redundant teenage gossip. It's all so meaningless in the long run, though I may be the only one to see it. Soandso's not going to die of sheer self-depression because his girlfriend left him; that only happens in Shakespeare and Greek tragedies. Just how the hell can someone die of depression? I've never heard of anyone becoming dehydrated as a result of crying too much. Perhaps there's a level of sadness out there that just... stops your heart, or something. I'll never know.
I just don't know what it is about old rock bands that's just so invigorating. I think it could be the fact that unlike most of today's stupid pop-punk poser bands, those old guys from Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden had decent song lyrics. Who the hell wants to know about your girlfriend dumping you because you're a loser, and then the fact that you don't own a TV? I don't know what song that's from, but those lines are almost a direct quote. Modern musical artists are either complete weirdoes (Micheal Jackson) or not too creative (Blink 182?).
It's time to sink back in my office chair of electric guitar and oriental tea. My music is almost as mesmerizing as the blue LEDs in Larkin's hair...
I'd better stop babbling about all this redundant teenage gossip. It's all so meaningless in the long run, though I may be the only one to see it. Soandso's not going to die of sheer self-depression because his girlfriend left him; that only happens in Shakespeare and Greek tragedies. Just how the hell can someone die of depression? I've never heard of anyone becoming dehydrated as a result of crying too much. Perhaps there's a level of sadness out there that just... stops your heart, or something. I'll never know.
I just don't know what it is about old rock bands that's just so invigorating. I think it could be the fact that unlike most of today's stupid pop-punk poser bands, those old guys from Black Sabbath and Iron Maiden had decent song lyrics. Who the hell wants to know about your girlfriend dumping you because you're a loser, and then the fact that you don't own a TV? I don't know what song that's from, but those lines are almost a direct quote. Modern musical artists are either complete weirdoes (Micheal Jackson) or not too creative (Blink 182?).
It's time to sink back in my office chair of electric guitar and oriental tea. My music is almost as mesmerizing as the blue LEDs in Larkin's hair...
Monday, March 03, 2003
Ob La Di, Ob La Da...
...Life goes on. A normal Monday, save the fact that I woke up on time and had a pretty good day. I had the pleasure of meeting Larkin this morning, a friend of Julia and, when it comes to writing, my personal hero. If you've ever been to her blog, you may have noticed that she writes really well. I aspire to write as fluently as her someday... I can spill my thoughts onto this little fragment of the internet, but she really makes it interesting. And funny. In any case, she seems like a smart girl.
Skipping school today, since nothing ever really happens during those seven hours of material absorption, we had a choir rehearsal after school at six. I always like singing in the evening. My voice has a sort of nasal and forward tone to it, and I truly sound best at the end of the day, when I'm warmed up and a little worn out, to the point where I sound almost scratchy. I think it's also very convenient to be able to hear myself; tonight I didn't have to sit directly in front of some of the loudest tenors in the choir. Propped in front of me, however, was Nick Rocks, something of a choral veteran in our midst. I recall him being amazing in junior high choir, and he's still got an incredible voice. In all actuality, it can be a little too incredible. It's not that his voice sounds bad, it's just too damn good among the other tenors. The next Luciano Pavarotti next to Alex Pankonien... I rest my case.
Don't you just love the online quizzes? I think the "what's my fault" quiz was right on the mark. It represents my attitude in PE every day towards the people I hang out with. The idiots just talk about terrible console games all the time, and really don't know when to just shut the hell up. It's like, what I would be like if I was unspeakably enthusiastic about everything and had about half the brain I do now. And played console games. But that goes right back to enthusiasm substituting intelligence. It happens a lot, especially with Rob's little brother.
"There are three types of people in this world: optimists, pessimists, and arsonists."
-Me
...Life goes on. A normal Monday, save the fact that I woke up on time and had a pretty good day. I had the pleasure of meeting Larkin this morning, a friend of Julia and, when it comes to writing, my personal hero. If you've ever been to her blog, you may have noticed that she writes really well. I aspire to write as fluently as her someday... I can spill my thoughts onto this little fragment of the internet, but she really makes it interesting. And funny. In any case, she seems like a smart girl.
Skipping school today, since nothing ever really happens during those seven hours of material absorption, we had a choir rehearsal after school at six. I always like singing in the evening. My voice has a sort of nasal and forward tone to it, and I truly sound best at the end of the day, when I'm warmed up and a little worn out, to the point where I sound almost scratchy. I think it's also very convenient to be able to hear myself; tonight I didn't have to sit directly in front of some of the loudest tenors in the choir. Propped in front of me, however, was Nick Rocks, something of a choral veteran in our midst. I recall him being amazing in junior high choir, and he's still got an incredible voice. In all actuality, it can be a little too incredible. It's not that his voice sounds bad, it's just too damn good among the other tenors. The next Luciano Pavarotti next to Alex Pankonien... I rest my case.
Don't you just love the online quizzes? I think the "what's my fault" quiz was right on the mark. It represents my attitude in PE every day towards the people I hang out with. The idiots just talk about terrible console games all the time, and really don't know when to just shut the hell up. It's like, what I would be like if I was unspeakably enthusiastic about everything and had about half the brain I do now. And played console games. But that goes right back to enthusiasm substituting intelligence. It happens a lot, especially with Rob's little brother.
"There are three types of people in this world: optimists, pessimists, and arsonists."
-Me
