The stitching on the shoes of awesome

I'm making a blog comeback. I now have a study hall period in which I can blog, and I've updated every blog I have with the last week; most of them today. I intend to continue updating them. So those of you who have given up on my blogs, I would love it if you'd visit.

Life goes well. Very well in fact. Nathan and I will hopefully be performing a lengthened version of the General Who? post of so long ago at our school talent show on February 23rd. I find out in 20 minutes whether or not we'll be performing in West Side Story. There's also Chamber Singers Live on February 10th, if anyone wants to come.
I joined the jazz band, which it's like regular band except jazzy and, oh yeah, actually fun. And I get a valve trombone, which is awesome. Actually, there needs to be a list awesome things I have obtained since I last posted.

1. An awesome girlfriend. (Although technically I posted since this happened and the word obtained implies a certian possessiveness I think is inappropriate.)
2. An awesome valve trombone.
3. Really Awesome shoes. (Purple and orange converses - a gift from Lisa)
4. Another awesome vest. (It's basically indescribable)
5. 18,000 awesome dollars a year if I attend the College of Wooster.
6. A number of awesome CDs (Two new aquabats, some new musical theater stuff, cool mixes from Michael and Saralyn, A new Ben Folds, a Cake CD, and a Canadian Brass CD)

Those are all of the awesome things I can think of currently, though there are more I'm certian. I also joined TOK, which I'm finding to be fun in a challenging way. Overall I think my awesomeness is on a general upward trend, as illustrated by the above chart. The red line is the awesomeness of the general population, the green line is the average awesomeness of a compendium blogger, and the blue line is my awesomeness. Figures come from the Institute of Awesome Research. I wanted the chart to be down here, but I couldn't make it do that.





















"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

When in doubt, set something on fire

So I'm in a very light mood, I have just aquired a few interesting things. First, the Lightsaber. I am rather excited; I couldn't stop grinning for the first half hour after the auction ended. With shipping and handling, the total comes to $60.30, less than half the price I'd pay if I bought one from Master Replicas, and $20 cheaper than the ones at BestBuy. Second, I've come into the possession of an iPod shuffle, formerly under the ownership of one Lina Salwak. She bought a new actual iPod, and no longer had any need for the poor man's counterpart. It's kind of strange, I can't really control what's playing, but I can put about 250 songs on it, and it's unlikely that it will play something to which I don't want to listen, since I only put things I like on it. Right now I'm listening to What's the Buzz from Jesus Christ Superstar; who knows what will play next? It gives it a sense of adventure. Speaking of adventures, funny story that's probably only funny to the people that were there that I'm going to tell anyway: The "Good Campaign" for Dungeons and Dragons met on friday, for the first time in I don't know how long. I wasn't even at the last meeting, and I haven't played in this campaign for probably about half a year, so I could barely remember what the goal of the campaign was to begin with. So it was fun to start with, a couple battles, and Nate turned this guy who was supposed to be some kind of big challenge into a hedgehog on his first turn. After awhile, though, we got bogged down with a billion search checks just looking for treasure and not actually doing anything, so I started reading about some prestige class I could take after I leveled up. Of course, the game picked up while I wasn't paying attention, and my character is a chaotic neutral alignment, meaning he's the one most likely to do anything. I misheard what was being talked about as I tuned back into the game, and heard something about a building containing Bar Guests. Being the completely random and not necessarily all good character I was, I decided to throw a massive fireball at it. Now, our characters are all pretty high levels, and a fireball from a level 14 sourceror is a very scary thing. Despite the rest of the party saying I shouldn't, I decided that my character's actions were final and we went through the dice rolls. It turns out that I actually blew up a building full of Barghests, some kind of weird lizard creature. It worked out fairly well, and I killed two of the beasts with the fireball alone, and left the other two severely wounded. It justs goes to show that fate rewards the completely ignorant and random.

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

Attack of the Obscure Award Shows

Marten, Jonah, and I just won an award.

Sure we had to share it with thirty-odd other people, but an award is an award, even if it is a Special Judges Award.

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

THIS IS FUN. TO DRINK EXCESSIVELY IS FUN. WE ARE HAVING FUN. HE IS HAVING FUN. THIS IS SOME FUN. WHAT FUN.

I went to my very first frat party over the weekend. It was... well, it was. Basically, Bethany and I were handed clothes and makeup, forced into them, and then shoved out the door. I suppose it's an experience I needed to have, since now I can say, "Yes, I have been inside a frat. I have been to a frat party." But all I wanted to do was stay home and watch movies (was it so much to ask?), and I hope not to repeat the experience anytime soon. And hopefully I won't have to, because now I can say that yes, I *have* been, thank you, you can't use that as a reason to make me go anymore. So we went to Sig and stood pressued up against a wall for twenty minutes or so (as the party seemed to be taking place primarily in a hallway). I chatted to some people briefly. For a while we had some fun watching the drunk people. Some of them were very amusing. There were one or two people I had never thought to actually see drunk, so that was interesting. And then there was High Five Guy, who wanted everyone to give him a high five, and the other drunk guy who was following him around trying to convince him to stop getting people to give him high fives. But we were waaay to sober for that to be entertaining for very long, and when it got boring, we left. I didn't drink, Bethany didn't drink, but experiencing that party was the strongest argument I have so far heard in favor of drinking, because then it might actually have been more tolerable. Maybe next year, when I'm legal, I'll try it again that way and see how it goes. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll be able to use this as an excuse to just stay home and watch movies forever.

On a completely unrelated note, I'm sorry I haven't updated Pants yet. My schedule majorly sucks this year, and I just haven't had the time. I will get to it, I promise. Maybe this weekend.
On a note related to that one, should I continue to post on Notebook? I know that it's not your fault that you can't really read it much, but nobody else is going to, so...

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

We're trying to pay homage to a Sci-Fi master piece, and and all you can do is make stupid feces jokes

My cat was looking out the screen door at the rain today. I only mention this because the image bore an uncanny resemblence to Darth Vader staring into the void of space in The Empire Strikes Back. My cat is a Sith Lord.

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

Vengeance will be brought upon the guilty! There shall be no excuses! A cleansing fire will burn them!

At Michael's request, I used a link today. Aren't I trendy? Anywho, it's been a while since I posted, and I thought it might interest some of you to know that I nothing truly interesting to say. That last sentence was a lot of fun, for me if no one else. Senioritis is beginning to tighten its grip on me as I sleep through more and more of my classes; However, for some reason I'm still doing work and my fatigue and feelings of futility have no bearing on my actual grades. It'l probably get worse as my workload gains some weight. I have no desire to make things more difficult, and despite Horrigan's thoughts on the matter, I am not involved in the Thespian Play for anything aside from set work, of which I will do little. I will miss being involved in a show, but I will not miss her, mostly because I spend 3 hours with her on every G day, one block being class, the other being my stolen study hall, to be used for LC Current. In other news, I have been summoned for jury duty. That's right, now, not only can I die for my country in battle, I have also been called to die of boredom. Well, in all actuality, I think I'd like to go. It could be an interesting experience, and this age is probably the best time for that sort of thing: just getting through with gov/law, seeing how things work, and $40 a day is pretty good compensation for someone who doesn't have a real job yet. Alas, I have no desire to take my finals at the end of the year, and I'm pretty sure still being in highschool is a valid claim to exemption. Oh well, so much for civic virtue.

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

Four sides of paper were insufficient to contain all her delight and all her earnest desire of being loved by her sister.

Well, my early return to school has been a success. Bethany Crismore, already known to some of you, is now not only my sister in ADPi, she is my little. I am really, really happy about this. She's such a sweet girl and I adore her. I'd talked to Whitney a lot, but not so much Bethany before this, and I really liked getting to know her, and I jumped up and down and, I am told, wiggled in excitement after I hosted her at third party. There was more jumping and also some squeeing when I got her as my little. I'm only worried that I won't be a good big because I've been a member not very long and I don't always know what I'm doing. But I'm trying!
"Living" in the house all those days was not especially great, because I did not have easy access to my stuff, which was piled up in Ally's room and in Erin and Kelly's room, trying to take up as little room as possible. And I couldn't sleep in my bed, which made my neck hurt again. And I couldn't really get anything done because they kept us on our toes all the time. But there were some definite fun times. I am glad to be back in my room now, though.
Must go do Bio homework.

"Are you comparing me to sand?"
"No, You're impossible to get in my pants."

"Why has David Bowie been passed out on our couch for a week?" ~AZWP

...I just wanted to make the first post of the year.

He's MARRIED! To a MAN! (Honestly, I don't care if this stays template, as long as something new is in this spot. That goddamn monkey has been chased for over a month now.)

i poured my heart out, it Evaporated, see?

Ok so Wonderfalls is awesome. Thankie Julia, not Michael. And also Michael had to know this was coming. I got Star Wars III for christmas, also my youth leaders kids got awesome lightsabers for christmas. Kristin's (youth leader) mom died, so we didn't have New Year's Eve's Eve. That sounded fun. Opera Singer also sounds fun, check it out, it's by Cake. Paula Deen made an apple cake that looked really good today. The Pacers looked good until the fourth quarter. I wanted to grow a quarter of an inch twice when I played Loaded Questions with Family+Lewises, I might see other Lewises tomorrow, or today rather. It's all today to me. I'm staying up for twenty four hours. Now I'm having a Ball and a Biscuit with the White Stripes. EPS is a fun game where you name pictures with a partner, often it's a color or a girl. Another fun game is here. Fake shooting digital images is awesome, especially when you forgot to delete all of the pictures of she-who-will-not-be-named. Andrea will be named, she's a nice college freshman that likes me but is always in the wrong place and/or relationship. Damn Germans. I watched Schindler's List in Gov before break but remember nothing, as people were talking. I can't take Latin next semester so no Academic Honors for me! Hooray. Fucking small schools. And yet I use windows. Go figure. I need about a 100 dollars to get me my iPod. I'll probably work with Steve next week, which I have off, which may be the best thing IPS ever did. Makes up for that day that we were the only ones in school. Ok, I'm done.

edit: I forgot Dictionaraoke

There I fixed it.

He's MARRIED! To a MAN! (Honestly, I don't care if this stays template, as long as something new is in this spot. That goddamn monkey has been chased for over a month now.)