It's what keeps me off drugs

Three things, no four.

First. Thrice rocks! I bought their album and I love it. It sounds like something I'd like to aspire to write.

Second. About the writing. To me, it's not good. It's just me writing. And the good one I had on my other site I actually wrote back in April, 90% unchanged. Been in a sort of a slump for a while now. I mean it's ok, I guess, but it's not as good as the stuff I wrote at the end of sophomore year, so I don't know what's up. It's too narrow nowadays.

Thirdly. Blogging is refreshing. It's what keeps me off drugs.

Fourthly. If you type Mr. Callesen or Mr. Eichelberger in yahoo search my other site comes up as a result, and near the top at that. It surprised me, for one! So anyone who bothers to type in their names just because is bound to find my site. Hopefully Eich and Mr. C haven't. But I got Mr. C a card and a gift certificate for his B-day, so he better not be angry about it. But would they it the first place? It's not like I go "I hate math and Mr. Callesen and Eicherberger s**** ****." you know.

Laudible

I hope it means what I think it does.

Sometimes it feels like my life as a whole is just duller than everyone else's. I see other people's blogs and read about all their fun times and such and I think, "Man; mine sucks" cuz I don't talk about trips or music related things, and it makes me feel a bit bland.

But let's get down to the gossip, shall we?

I have really nothing to say. Maybe I'm here because I feel compelled to give people something to read besides Moby Dick or the chapters in the APUSH online (I gave up at ch. 5). I nseriously need to get some new music, maybe that's my problem.

I seriously need to get out of this drab that I'm in. Feeling rather monotonous right now. Maybe I'll go read the driving test paper thingiy beofre I have to get the 2004 edition or something.

There's this urge in my soul that wants to do Phillips for my paper just to spite history, 'cause I am really not friends with it right now. I mean, it could work in theory, but in fact, probably not.

And my play will be ok I guess for drama, but I'm going to have to drop drama to take drivers ed/ health because I kinda need to take that and I don't want to drop weight training because I really do like it.

Forget it.

So..... read any good books lately?

Happy turkey day, everyone.

Down With The Sickness

Thw flu sucks. Or at least I'm overly positive that's what I've got. But our doctor is too busy to see me so he just sends the same old antibiotic perscription to the pharmacy when he knows that my germs are getting immune to it. Does he just want more money out of me or is that the strongest they have to offer in which case I'm screwed? I dreamt that I wnet to some clinic/HMO off ice and I told them that I was sick and (ths is my subconscious making funn of HMO's) they gave a coupon for Dr. Pepper. HAHAHAHAHA Even my dreams are lame for the meantime.

I remember last week when some friends of mine were talking about how they could probably be diagnosed for depression and then they could all get less homework. So, staying home and feeling a little better today (I was running almost 101 in English) I went online to see if there was free self examination test. And I found a couple. Now, I'm blaming the results partially on how I fell cause of this biological attack on me, but after I answered the questions ot the best of my honest power, it said that I was in danger of harming myself. o.....k..... That's a little extreme, I thought, but then maybe I too could get diagnosed and be able to turn in my assignments a little later because otherwise it could jeopardize my well being. I'm not trying to be kiddingly here; I know it kinda comes off like that but sometimes what I say and mean is different than how other people interpret it. Like when I went bowling with my mom and coz and aunt on Sunday. There were these college girls in the next lane and .... well, what I said was "We're as good as they are drunk."

The End.

So I don't know when I'll return to school, but I hope it will be soon because then I'll have too much stuff to remember to do.

I know

I should be so much more appreciative of this gift that has been bestowed upon me, but it seems so unreal right now. It's like I'm only renting it for a couple weeks and then I'll have to wave bye bye to it and that experience will be over. Buut I've never ben good to transition. I mean of course I cried; thank goodness it was already evening, but now I really don't know if I can accept it. I mean what have I donw to deserve sucj a thing? Nothing. I haven't done anything prizeworthy, and though they tell me that being myslef is enough in itself, it's not. I don't deserve this. And yet now I havev to look back and realize that maybe I am and be hapy or that I'm not and feel indebted.

And now it's mine. I've just never really had anythging of my own really, well, of this caliber. But now it just makes me think of other things like college and prom and I just don't know if I'm mature enough top take on this.

I am so thankful and grateful, but I just don't know, well, shit.

Headlights.

I'm mad cause my last entry got deleted by my stupidity, but here I go again.

This has been the best week of my life. The show went great. They gave me a carnation afterward for the light work. I've realized that I am not alone in my thoughts during an orgy (figuratively) during lunch. The blanks in my lfehave made perfect snese when we fill them, noun by verb ending in "ing". I am now undoubtedly the reincarnation of the Loch Ness Monster, and God is good; I have a car. Greg and Laura are truly blessed. I can't do enough to repay them.

But now I have to drop drama next semester to take drivers ed and be lonely in the mornings without my friends. So I don't know what to think anymore. And I hafta get my license now. And I am deathly nervous to drive (see entry sometime back in June I think). I am seriously scared of what's going to become of this. And I wonder what color my eyes are right now.

Away Game

I'm so lazy. Here I am, across the street from school, and there's homecoming and the dance going on. I'm not low on money, and my band friends are naturallly there tooting to full extent.

Who knows? We might win tonight. We have twice already so far this year.

But maybe I'm preoccupied about things, right now.

I realized how crappy the lights really were for drama. They are plain and natural. And here I was thinking that that was cool. If I dim them a bit it gives a yellowy tint, but thats it. So here I am producing a cheesy high school drama show. Doing the lights is ok. I'd rather be on stage, but sometimes it feels that Greenie really doesn't like me. She came up to me during rehearsal yesterday after school and frankly pointed out that the lights were too plain for the first shows. Now I know she's, what, seven months pregenant now, so its not her fault for being a little peeved. She's put a lot of work into this. And, I dunno, it always feels like I have to be making something up. I did my cues on time. I wrote them all down into the scripts. And now it does feel bland.

But who am I kidding? The show's gonna be awesome and everyone will laugh (Why? Because!) and it will be smooth. The sound will be awesome, the set will look awesome, and the costumes will look amazing!

Something's lacking here; if I only knew what.

I remember last year when I was awarded Duke for homecoming, so maybe this is a feeble protest. Penguinicity my ass. Who are the teachers to decide? I'm glad so many people didn't take it seriously and BSed the ballot. I remember watching my first high school football game, sitting by my band friends, and then hanging out at the dance, where I bothered to wear a formal shirt, and did the slow dance with Marina Duvall, though it didn't really mean anything. Then being crowned with one of those rave neck things that glow in the dark, and then when I got home the green stuff spilled a biit on the carpet so the way to the kitchen was now lit.

I wonder what color my eyes are right now. They are hazel, after all.

This is gonna be painful.

Avast, ye mateys! We'se going off the plank and into that scurvy landlubber of a tale of ye Big Whale!

No, please! Please please please!

If I survive, I'll let you know.

The Book of Revelations!

At last, the Scarlet Letter is Complete!

But, you know, Cliff was right about someting. It does feel to get that done, like getting a huge burden off my chest (kinda like Dimmesdale, huh? Great; does that mean I'm going to keel over any second now? but I haven't finished my homework!)

So at the end everyone is dead, except for Pearl, which has vanished.

I was one of those people who "insighted" to knock Moby Dick over the boat. Frankly, I'm not very Romantiuc. I haven't been able to get into it, and such a long Romance era would force me to do something I oughtn't to Cliff.

Porcupines are fuzzy, and my lampshade's on fire.

Why Doesn't anybody tell me these things?!

Great! We have a history test on, well, TOMORROW! Calm yourself cheeseball, it's gonna be ok. So I just found the list and I know Dorothea Dix did something in accordance with the women's movement of the 1850s but as to what I'm in the drak.

But I am just so bummed about being sick on Halloween and not being able to go to any of the parties. Granted, I had no costume, but nonetheless it would've been fun to go. I heard some of my friends that I hadn't heard from in a while went to see a movie, likely Rocky Horror, but, oh, what I could've had fun doing!

Did anybody read that articule the The Weekly about the Motel? Freaky, no? I wouldn't want to stay there for a week. As for the mysterious holes in the bathroom, I'll leave vthat to imaginations.

But now that drastid A is beckoning me into its clutches. Hawthorne's just too, well, fussy about details. And then our essay is due lunes. I mean 1000 words isn't that much, just a skip from I usually do in English entries (roughly 600-800 words) so maybe it won't be that bad. maybe I'll wind up typing a 2500 word dissertation and then Cliff will say "Why, Mitch! You are so good at English that you don't have to be in this class anymore" and I would say "Oh thank you so much. Toodles." And everyone would be happy.

But enough theater popcorn.

The first person to tell me who King Cotton was wins a royal septor... tank.

Ok fine I'll make one too

I've always been a suckere for jumping on the bandwagon, so without further delay:

My reasons for living:

"Free Bird"

Psychicly being able to predict our team's performance with high accuracy

"I Love the 80s Strikes Back" (Take that, Annie! :)

Not having too much homework

Bomberkids, Phoenix, Galaxian, Uncle Worm and Z-Tetris

Wile E. Coyote

Patrick and Sparky Plus

Drama

Remembering friend's birthdays

Dance Dance Revolution

White flowers

Zoos

Popcorn

Funny movies

"Suicide" sodas

Dr. Pepper

Caller ID

Late night infomercials

Squishy pillows

The Schick Quattro razor

Head & Shoulders

Trying to be serious when everyone thinks it's funny

Trying to be funny when everyone thinks it's serious

Chocolate

Mr. Goodbar

Waling around school aimlessly during conference period

Peanuts of all kinds

"Get Fuzzy"

Dreaming of getting my license

Making other people happy

And I guess that's it for now. Gots to do hw now laters!

(Inspired by , , and z tetris courtesy of )

Something kinda ominous

has it just been me or does something just not feel right, like there's some bad mojo looming around? I can't describe it, but don't you agree? Maybe it's just I'm feeling the first symptoms of senioritis; I'm not sure. But I've just been really exhausted this week and I don't know why. That's why I didn't go in on Friday, I was completely tired. As soon as I got home on Th, I slept for 4 hours. Influenza, schminfluenza. Yeah so I am taking antibiotics now but that's beside the pont. Why am I yakking? Because nobody knows the truth anymore. That may sounds kinda superheroic but I'm just tired. So I'll go to bed nw and not worry about anything until morning. Taking two Tylenol now. Bye bye headaches and hello dreamland.