Ok. I haven't been posting because interdisc + 2 choirs + other hard classes = no life. But, since, using the Sophia postulate* we can assume no life = blogging, then substitution tells us interdisc + 2 choirs + other hard classes = blogging. Therefore, I will blog.
We had our constitutional convention in disc on Monday and Tuesday. Mad props to Marten's dad for the outfit, it was very well recieved. The document we came out with barely resembled our existing constituion. Among the notable differences: the executive branch consists of three presidents - the president of the Economy, the president of War, and the president of Domestic Affairs. We also have no standing Federal army, and everyone except slaves can vote. It's still not as good as the first period interdiscers, who apparently ended up with a "secretary of keepin' it real".
Very little non-disc-related is happening with me, and I'm afraid this will be the norm for the rest of the year. It's hard to understand if you're not in it. It really is like a cult. ANd so is choir. And let me tell you, being in two different cults is hard work.
Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.
29 September 2004
25 September 2004
Dreaming of Sanity
Michael, I know you're a freaky genius and have nothing better to do than write in this blog, but the rest of us have lives.
Okay, fine, maybe not. I haven't been posting because I said I wasn't going to anymore. But right now I'm needing to do something social, so here I am. I've spent most of my night playing The Sims 2. My girl is pregnant. I hope she doesn't have twins again...They ended up getting taken away by a social person. It's actually quite a long story involving an adopted girl named LaShonda. Yeah. So I tried to kill her but just got my kids taken away instead. DAMN IT!
Okay. So, I still don't feel better, but I'll find something else with which to waste my time. Goodnight.
Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.
Okay, fine, maybe not. I haven't been posting because I said I wasn't going to anymore. But right now I'm needing to do something social, so here I am. I've spent most of my night playing The Sims 2. My girl is pregnant. I hope she doesn't have twins again...They ended up getting taken away by a social person. It's actually quite a long story involving an adopted girl named LaShonda. Yeah. So I tried to kill her but just got my kids taken away instead. DAMN IT!
Okay. So, I still don't feel better, but I'll find something else with which to waste my time. Goodnight.
Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.
20 September 2004
Oh never mind
I kinda missed the 666th post, and the Demonic Celebration just wasn't working out- a little too sacreligous, and the jokes didn't justify it. SO I'm gonna wait until October first, the site's first birthday and do a big celebration post. If any of you have something you'd like to see included, or a speech you'd like to make, e-mail it to me and I'll include it.
Anyway, onto other things. I think we need a new policy on blitzblogs: we should take the highlights. We should go through and just take the parts that other people actually care to read and isolate them. Because otherwise you're posting like 10 pages of text, much of it boring or difficult to follow. What does eveyone else think?
So, that's blogbusiness. As far as my life goes, things are going well, marching band takes up too much time, but it's fun now so that's ok. We may be sending some kids to LC for the magazine. Also, I recently saw my double from the future.
At Louisville, when we were pulling into the parking lot we saw a band dressed in uniforms almost identical to ours. So everyone was asking, "What band is that?" Well, nobody knew, so I said that it was us from the future and that obviously we were going to score badly at prelims and not make finals, then go back in time to correct it. But we obviously didn't count on encountering our doubles. Well, everyone just kinda looked at me weird and life went on.
But later, when we were marching onto the field, the band dressed like us was marching off. And as we went by one of them warned Josh and I not to slip on the turf. So, my conclusion is that that was us from the future, and in their timeline I had slipped on the turf and caused us to not make finals, but because of the warning from the future I avoided it. So that's pretty cool.
Anyway, that's the end of this post so y'all have a nice day.
Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.
Anyway, onto other things. I think we need a new policy on blitzblogs: we should take the highlights. We should go through and just take the parts that other people actually care to read and isolate them. Because otherwise you're posting like 10 pages of text, much of it boring or difficult to follow. What does eveyone else think?
So, that's blogbusiness. As far as my life goes, things are going well, marching band takes up too much time, but it's fun now so that's ok. We may be sending some kids to LC for the magazine. Also, I recently saw my double from the future.
At Louisville, when we were pulling into the parking lot we saw a band dressed in uniforms almost identical to ours. So everyone was asking, "What band is that?" Well, nobody knew, so I said that it was us from the future and that obviously we were going to score badly at prelims and not make finals, then go back in time to correct it. But we obviously didn't count on encountering our doubles. Well, everyone just kinda looked at me weird and life went on.
But later, when we were marching onto the field, the band dressed like us was marching off. And as we went by one of them warned Josh and I not to slip on the turf. So, my conclusion is that that was us from the future, and in their timeline I had slipped on the turf and caused us to not make finals, but because of the warning from the future I avoided it. So that's pretty cool.
Anyway, that's the end of this post so y'all have a nice day.
Even if the Emmys could win an Emmy the Emmys wouldn't win an Emmy.
16 September 2004
I'm having my baby on the floor of a WAL-MART STORE!
Some of the more observant among you may have noticed that I failed to post on Pants today. Yeah. Well, when I said "Thursday," I meant more like "Saturday." Or even "Sunday." Because, homework. Blah.
And, now-- a snippet of college life:
There was a poster sale at Hanover today, and I got many posters. They rock! My walls are all pretty now. My mother must never find out how much money I spent on posters. It would make her heart cry. I spent more money on posters than I spent on food and stuff at Wal-Mart.
I am now going to relate to you the fateful and magical tale of the Wal-Mart Trip of Doom. This took place the first week of school, before classes had actually started. At 11:30 at night, a bunch of girls in my hall (Amanda, Erin, Jennifer, Jenny, Kelly, Kelly, and Allison) decided to go to Wal-Mart, and they invited me along. Now, I really had nothing to buy at Wal-Mart, but I agreed to go in order to be social. Little did I know at that point that we were going to try to cram eight people into a two-door car which should seat four. Somebody was in the trunk. Three people were in front. Four people were in the back. So I ended up riding along winding roads with no seatbelt and my head two inches away from a glass window, convinced that any moment Amanda was going to hit something and my head was going to go straight through said window and I was going to die. And Amanda got lost about twice, so it took forever to get to our discount-pricing destination. About halfway into the journey I started praying the rosary in my head. (Well, not actually the rosary, because I don't know exactly how that goes. But I did the Our Father, the Hail Mary, and the Glory Be over and over again).
Finally we arrived at Wal-Mart, where I industriously purchased nothing. I swore up and down that, no matter what, I was not getting back into that death trap. Fortunately, everybody else bought so much that it would be impossible to fit all those bags and people back into the car. Amanda took two trips, God bless her. Jennifer, one of the Kellys, the other Erin, and I sat outside Wal-Mart and talked about nothing for a half hour or so. That actually was fun. Then Amanda came back, and we enjoyed a nice, safe trip back to Hanover College, where we arrived at around 1:30 in the morning. It was a bonding activity. It will never happen again. Don't tell my mom. Please?
Oh my god! My ox is broken!
And, now-- a snippet of college life:
There was a poster sale at Hanover today, and I got many posters. They rock! My walls are all pretty now. My mother must never find out how much money I spent on posters. It would make her heart cry. I spent more money on posters than I spent on food and stuff at Wal-Mart.
I am now going to relate to you the fateful and magical tale of the Wal-Mart Trip of Doom. This took place the first week of school, before classes had actually started. At 11:30 at night, a bunch of girls in my hall (Amanda, Erin, Jennifer, Jenny, Kelly, Kelly, and Allison) decided to go to Wal-Mart, and they invited me along. Now, I really had nothing to buy at Wal-Mart, but I agreed to go in order to be social. Little did I know at that point that we were going to try to cram eight people into a two-door car which should seat four. Somebody was in the trunk. Three people were in front. Four people were in the back. So I ended up riding along winding roads with no seatbelt and my head two inches away from a glass window, convinced that any moment Amanda was going to hit something and my head was going to go straight through said window and I was going to die. And Amanda got lost about twice, so it took forever to get to our discount-pricing destination. About halfway into the journey I started praying the rosary in my head. (Well, not actually the rosary, because I don't know exactly how that goes. But I did the Our Father, the Hail Mary, and the Glory Be over and over again).
Finally we arrived at Wal-Mart, where I industriously purchased nothing. I swore up and down that, no matter what, I was not getting back into that death trap. Fortunately, everybody else bought so much that it would be impossible to fit all those bags and people back into the car. Amanda took two trips, God bless her. Jennifer, one of the Kellys, the other Erin, and I sat outside Wal-Mart and talked about nothing for a half hour or so. That actually was fun. Then Amanda came back, and we enjoyed a nice, safe trip back to Hanover College, where we arrived at around 1:30 in the morning. It was a bonding activity. It will never happen again. Don't tell my mom. Please?
Oh my god! My ox is broken!
14 September 2004
Worlds Apart
I was talking to Linda today. (She's the foriegn exchange student from Sweden.) Anyway, somehow, Emily brought up the topic of thanksgiving, an American tradition about which Linda had some misconceptions. "You have a day which is all for eating?" she asks. She starts telling this story about her friend Joey eating a turkey. I was confused as to who this "Joey" was - someone she met here? She just keeps repeating "Friends". Then, "You know, Joey, 'How you doing?'". So I was like Oh, Joey from Friends. But now I'm scared because most of what Linda knows about America comes from our TV. No wonder most of the world hates us.
Ok, so that's that. Just a weird story. In other news, I might get to play my Harmonica in the fall play! More on that when I know for sure.
Peace out, all.
I truck with devils
Ok, so that's that. Just a weird story. In other news, I might get to play my Harmonica in the fall play! More on that when I know for sure.
Peace out, all.
I truck with devils
13 September 2004
Anything you learn outside this classroom is a Lie!
Weirdest DPoD ever.
Other than an awesome game of Warhammer and Dragon Strike, the last few days have been generally blarg. I keep not doing my english homework, my car keeps dying, this post has been erased once already, and I feel generally cranky. Why am I typing right now? I need to do my english homework! Must Escape! I deleted the Recycling Bin today because it was silly. Online journals are pointless if you don't want comments. If we don't put those back on paper where they belong, handwriting will slowly get worse and, within a few generations, we'll forget how to hold a pencil! Free society as we know it will be lost, and we will be bumbling ignorami, easily conquered by an evil regime. So, for the safety of society, I suggest that everyone with online journals that they don't want others to see just put them down on paper and save the future of humanity.
I despise APLAC. I need to stop procrastinating. I miss Erin.
I've spent the day not working on english. So far, I've been doing drama stuff, building aminiature flail with a pencil, sticky tack, and a key chain thing, and this. None of that is english, which I should be doing. Why am I still typing? I should work on my english project. All I've done is read it. Now I need 3 synopses, an intro, some theme stuff, a socratic question and a 200 word answer to it. Oh, and I deleted the recycling bin because it was pointless. I'd delete Taj Ma Lobby, but I can't. I've decided it's silly to write something in a public domain on which you want nothing commented. That's what personal diaries and journals are for. EVE! FINISH THAT POST AND POST IT! THE STORY MUST GO ON!
sorry jonah, its a short post
I despise APLAC. I must stop procrastinating. I miss Erin
I don't truck with no devil.
07 September 2004
Too Much Time on my Hands
Weirdest. Weekend. Ever.
It wasn't actually all that weird in the "zany" sense of the word, so much as in the way things kept just spontaneously happening. I ended up spending my nights: Playing cards with Grandma (fairly normal), Going to a concert at the house (normal, but not for me), playing Dungeons and Dragons all night (really nerdy following the rock concert), seeing Garden State (Weirdest. Movie. Ever.) and bowling with people I haven't seen in years. I also went to a horribly planned meeting of the LN democratic campaign. We had watermelon.
In other news, I'm thinking about starting a band. I really need a guitar player, though. If any of you know anyone who might be interested, let me know.
Evie: please post on pants.
I don't truck with no devil.
It wasn't actually all that weird in the "zany" sense of the word, so much as in the way things kept just spontaneously happening. I ended up spending my nights: Playing cards with Grandma (fairly normal), Going to a concert at the house (normal, but not for me), playing Dungeons and Dragons all night (really nerdy following the rock concert), seeing Garden State (Weirdest. Movie. Ever.) and bowling with people I haven't seen in years. I also went to a horribly planned meeting of the LN democratic campaign. We had watermelon.
In other news, I'm thinking about starting a band. I really need a guitar player, though. If any of you know anyone who might be interested, let me know.
Evie: please post on pants.
I don't truck with no devil.
02 September 2004
WHEEEE! I pushed all the shiny buttons!~Sluggy
That's great, I wish I could've been in on that. Unfortunately, I was tired and I had no machine. But it works now! Victory! Return of the Pirate King. Apperently the computer screwing up was my fault, something about when I rebooted the computer I used the disc that was made for rebooting the computer. I dunno. I need to talk to this guy that knows stuff. I miss Erin!
"That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!"
"That'll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo!"
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