Great shot, kid! That was one in a million!

I WIN NANOWRIMO! I REALLY, REALLY DO! JUST NOW! LOOKIT!
I have just done a victory post on my LJ. Go to that for details! Whee!!
:D



I ran off to chase a monkey? Is that what kids are calling it these days?

Everyone get out of the plot and help me push ~T&R

For anyone who is interested, I added more to my last story post at untitled. It seemed more like it fit to the end of that than the beginning of a new post. I'm having some trouble with my new story, mostly because I don't know things about the job that I gave to my main character, and it might take awhile before he gets to the part where God talks to him. That aside, I finally posted on Society's Pants (insert dramatic victory fanfare). Everyone go read it, there's some interesting plot being developed, but plenty of room for Nate and the rest to add-lib and add-on, as the saying goes. You know, anything can become a saying when you add "as the saying goes." It's a convenient generic saying-suffix; sort of a lighter version of "in accordance with prophecy," but stronger than "as they say." At this point, Michael will accuse me of making a random and pointless connection to whatever it is that I'm writing about, but now I've got the perfect term to use agains him and against Guthrie whenever she argues with me about whether or not Hitchhiker's Guide has any real value as a piece of literature. It's a japanese term: zuihitsu, or "writing by the brush." It means to allow ones writing to skip from one topic to another through free association. Stick that in your college app and smoke it. < I'm not entirely sure what I meant by that, but it sounds funny. Hey, I can juggle, now!

I ran off to chase a monkey? Is that what kids are calling it these days?

WE'RE OFF! WE'RE OFF COURSE! WE'RE OFTEN LACKING FORETHOUGHT! ~Sluggy

So I pretty much wasted my half day. After school, Kiel, Lina, Jessy and I were going to hang around Kiel's and eat the free pizza Kiel and Lina earned by talking to middle school kids about sex. It was a pretty awesome deal; they both got cards good for $10, a free large pizza, and a bunch of other coupons. Only problem was, Kiel's wallet got stolen, so we had to go to the BMV to get a new one for him. Why we all went, I have no idea. We figured we'd call Domino's from the BMV to order our food, but apparently Dominos does not believe in lunch, as every store we called was closed. It wouldn't have mattered much if they were open, though, as we were stuck at the damn BMV for two hours. After rushing to Penn Station and finally getting something to eat at about 2:15, they had to rush me home to so I could leave for my voice lesson. Naturally, just before I got on to 465, I realized I forgot my dance shoes for Central Sound rehearsal right afterward, so I was about 15 minutes late to my lesson. Once my lesson was over, I followed my mom as she frantically searched for a barber shop(the one productive part of my day; I got my haircut and I am now sexier than ever). I didn't have time to get dinner, so I went straight to school to find out I had been danceled (term coined during Chess for canceled dance rehearsals) due to bad weather. Now, I risk power surge to waste the remainder of my day online. How's that for an informative, coherent post, Michael?

I ran off to chase a monkey? Is that what kids are calling it these days?

and i've never been to boston in the fall because i am the Pirate That Doesn't Do Anything

I have the easiest life ever. I am a rich (comparatively) white smart male, under the age of 21. I have no real responsibilities. I have to go to school but I don't have to think, I go to public school. I don't have to deal with being oppressed. I am the white devil. I only have to work probably twelve hours out of the week and that's generous. I have a car to drive, a computer to play on, and a cell phone. I have a TV in my room. I love my music. Why do I hate my life so much?

I don't have a girlfriend. That is what makes me so damn unhappy. Most people compensate for that by working harder or trying harder with the ladies. I don't, I work less than anyone I know. I just obsess about girls I have no chance with. No girl in their right mind would date a guy whose favorite way to pass time is go to math competitions and play Fluxx. I waste everything I have. I could dapper myself up, yet i go unshaven. I could work harder but I rest on my morals. I could get smarter but I just do enough to get by. This hits me the hardest when I do crappy at competitions. I lost horrifically to Lawrence Central and Cardinal Ritter at "United We Stand" government competition today. I did really bad on the Rose Hulman math competition.

I'm not close to anyone I was a year ago---or even six months ago. The only constants in my life are my family and church which are like my family. But I don't like most of those people. Michelle is avoiding me, and I can't blame her. Like I've said before, I measure myself by my relationships and I'm only really happy when I'm with other people. For an introvert I sure like company. I'm only happy two days out of the week. Thursday evenings when I'm at academic team, and at church on occasion on Sundays.

I should do so much more with myself but I don't, I suck balls.

I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!

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It's been a while...

I apologize - I'm in a play. (Lately I've been using that as an excuse for everything. I even tried to use it as an excuse for being late to play rehearsal, but for some reason it failed me there.) The play is November 11 and 12 at LN and the cost is $5.00 and you should come, or else your eyeballs will be eaten by canaries and I'm not just saying that to scare you.

So I promised that I would blog a funny story that happened to me. Over Fall Break, my father and I went on a trip to Dad's hometown of Berea, OH where my dad was invited to preach for his homechurch's 50th Anniversary. We arrived Saturday afternoon at my Aunt Martha's home (Actually my first cousin twice removed, but who's counting). We had a lovely dinner at a nice restaraunt and came home, watched some TV and slept. The next morning we got up at 8, to get over to church by 9:00 for the 9:30 service. We arrived at the church at 9 to find it completely deserted. We did not find this odd - we're Presbyterians after all. However, when therte was no one there 20 minutes later we began to get worried.
We presented each other with a lot of theories - "They've fumigated the building and church is being held elsewhere and they forgot to tell us," or "This is a big practical joke - 'Let's invite Dave Comstock to preach and then all not show up! Ha ha ha!' "
By now you probably think you're pretty smart and that we just didn't change our clocks over at the border and this was a silly daylight savings time hijink. Well, you're wrong. We did change our clocks over and as of 8 am, both our cell phones (which automatically update) as well as Dad's watch, said it was 8 am.
Well at 9:30 we drove into town, and oddly enough, the town hall clock said 9:30. Well, it was at this point that the time change possibility occured to us as worth looking into. We checked both our cell phones, and, sure enough, they said 8:30. But that didn't make sense! The cell phone, the town of BErea, and the watch (which Dad swore he reset) were not in agreement. Finally I said,
"This is so much easier when we're on the same time. When do they change the clocks anyway?"
To which my father replied absentmindedly: "Last weekend of October."
And then, more surprisedly: "Last weekend of October!?!"
And it was then that it all made sense. We had changed our clocks at the border, only to have the rest of the civilised world change there's to match ours the minute we fell asleep. Except of course for town hall, because they hadn't gotten around to it, and Aunt Martha, who is 85 and therefore allowed to forget that sort of thing on occasion.
Anyway, we used our newly found half-hour to obtain donuts and everyone lived happily ever after.

I'm not going to even really think about NaNoWriMo til after the play. (Well this is not true. It's been thoroughly thought about. But after the play is when I'm writing it.)

Also I was unable to write a Celebration Post for the blog's birthday, so at this point I'm going to hope that you're appeased by a chorus of 1,000 elephants trumpeting "Celebrate" by Kool and the Gang. Picture it in your mind and heart and there it will be.

I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!

Listen to the children of the night. What music they make!

I have posted my first day's NaNoWriMo work on Notebook. Only mild cheating has occurred.

Also, I saw Dracula the play this weekend in Louisville and it was awesome. The special effects were AMAZING, Dracula was teh creepy, and Baby Vampire Lily was great. They had a lot of blackouts, and I was in an aisle seat, so I was constantly afraid that something was going to run by and grab me because it was in the round. And when they staked Mina OMFG she bled so much it went *splorch* and her dress was soaked. That wasn't the only cool part, but it's a part that neither myself not my techie boyfriend could figure out how they did it, unless with really well placed tubes and a pump offstage. Also, a lot of screaming. The role of Mina had to be played by two actresses on alternating nights because it was so hard on the voice.

I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!

Rubber Pants. Most of my clothes are 100% energy proof.~Sluggy Freelance

The title doesn't make any actual sense, I just thought it sounded funny. Halloween was pretty awesome. I went to Lina's, grabbed a trashbag, poked holes in it and declared myself a ninja. I spent the trick-or-treating time saying "ninja" and hitting other members of the party with my foam sword between houses. After candy, we decided that for our likely last halloween we ought to cover something in toilet paper. We lost the nerve to do a house after we bought the stuff, so now every fire hydrant in the neighborhood has been tee-peed. Not the greatest prank legacy to leave behind, but hey, it was something different.

I'm doing the show, for now. Depending on the next few days and what the schedule for it looks like, that may or may not change.

I started my NaNoWriMo, but there isn't much to it as of yet, but there will be more as I get chances to write when I'm not procrastinating. Check out Untitled. Comment. Inspire me to write more.

Senior year is marketed more than Christmas, and I can't stand it. You know something has gone wrong when there are more problems with ordering senior stuff™ and pictures than filling out the FAFSA. Madness. Total Madness.

I can change the template now!

I'd give my right arm to be ambidextrous!