June 2nd, 2005 -- Blog-writin'?! That's against the law, boy.

You know what you've done. Death penalty. El Pena de Muerte. The title? Today at Woodfield, a new inside joke was born between Erik and I. That's really all there is to it.

Ahh, Chemistry...Mrs. Russell was like the most rockin' and awesome teacher ever. For two hours each day, she acted as a babysitter, a teacher, and in a lot of ways like our mom. A soul-eating mom. Chemistry...oh, I cannot write enough 'bout you, yo. I'll pour a 40 oz. of 6M HCl on the curb in rememberance. Last day of Chemistry...food, fun, and prizes, indeed. In retrospect, every day was food, fun, and prizes. The food? Mental food...knowledge for our brains and beings. The fun? Self explanatory. Inside jokes, candid sleeping photos, and horseplay in the lab (NEEEIIIGH!! I've come to use your LAAAAB). The prizes? The gained knowledge and self-benefit/self-confidence were prizes in themselves. Yeah, and we got beaker mugs too. And each of us got personal bumper stickers...Russell gave me one with the visual spectrum on it and ROYGBIV. She explained that I was a visuals kind of guy and that my language and wit were both very "colorful." Ahh, crazy crazy Russell. I guess she heard me dropping those F-bombs over Dresden...err...during class. Ahh...my every organ, bone, and muscle will always pay gratitude to the Russell.

Last day of lunch ever at Leyden...Julio finally bought me that meal he promised me after that one incident at Beauty and the Beast rehearsal...and man, was it good. He had to empty out his ID card of all the money, so he bought 10 Bosco sticks, 2 cookies, and a Gatorade (two Bosco sticks, a cookie, and the Gatorade were for me). So bittersweet...well, more sweet than bitter in this case. In retrospect, I should've saved a Bosco stick bag. Alas, I did not. Lunch over the years introspect? Sure.

Now I'm fairly sure I'm going to miss an assload of people when I list the people I sat with at lunch, but hopefully I'll get most of them.

Freshman year -- Period 6. Allan Marcial, Mike Kopke, Zach Bastek, Mike Falco, Jay Barzyk, and second semester, Joe Lukowski.
Sophomore year -- Period 7. Allan Marcial, Mike Wawrzyniak, Neal Marcelles, Bobby Lima, Dan Garcia, Ken Boie, Kyle maybe? I really can't remember. If you remember sitting with me or know anyone I'm missing, throw a message my way.
Junior year -- Period 7. Joe Bernett, Max Sietsema, Anthony Panzani, Samantha Perry, Russ and Matt Paloian, and "The God of Golf" Stephen Wolf.
Senior year -- Period 5. Saurabh Jain, Julio Sañtaña, Cezary Wojtkowski, Joe Balogh, Chris Malicdem, Manny Ramirez (partly), Andrew Koterla (partly), Jason Martin, Kavit Shah, Dan Garcia, Erik Hajek, Nick Holmes (partly), JoAnne Stankewicz (partly), Alicia Gutierrez (partly).

I really really cannot rank these years...well this year was probably the most awesome. For reasons I can't even begin to explain why...it just effing rocked. Freshman year was great. The birth of Spoon Wars. Great...really great. Unfortunately, it was also the same year of the death of Spoon Wars. Leyden started using some pretty shitty spoons after they caught word of our mischief brewed. Sophomore year was kinda forgetful...but from what I remember, it was great. The table was all funny, all the time. Most memorable was probably the desecration of my sophomore year ID. Bobby effing spelt "Asian" wrong on the back of my ID (Asain. Thanks again, Bob.). Junior year was pretty fun stuff...nothing really that stuck out too much...it was just overall good times. Russ, Matt, and Steve were always good for a laugh. Lunch table cadences. Cafeteria-wide applause whenever one of us took out everyone else's garbage. Arm wrestling matches...I "lost" to Sam once, and she's never let me live it down. And I can still remember the day we all sat in silence when Panzani swapped out for Nick "The Spoon" Cochiaro. Oh yeah...and Panzani's Parliamentary bullshits. He should've been class president by a long shot.

Le sigh. Great fucking times in that Leyden cafeteria.

Damn...as time dwindles down, beaches.

Ahahaha...late addition.

Gitarzan16x (10:54:10 PM): you son of a bitch!
oLiLFLiP522o (10:54:19 PM): what
oLiLFLiP522o (10:54:23 PM): sanyatanya?
Gitarzan16x (10:54:27 PM): YES!
oLiLFLiP522o (10:54:29 PM): ahahaha
Gitarzan16x (10:54:29 PM): arrrrgh
Gitarzan16x (10:54:40 PM): Julio Sañtaña

AARRRRRGH

Good ol' mad Julio.

This entry is like the horse with no name. Except it's less musical and isn't a horse.

I'm like bone dry with ideas for this entry, maybe this whole "entry a day" thing wasn't the best of ideas. So yeah, I'm like really stuck. KC suggested an ode to myself. No. No ego-masturbation in this entry. Then she suggested an ode about herself. No. Then she suggested a reflection on my year. I'm still in school.

Actually the reflection did me an idea. So like today was the last day I'll ever have periods 8 and 9 at Leyden. Forever. Peoples were getting emotional in newspaper, hell, even Panzani was stifling a tear. Someone, who may want to remain nameless at this point, actually baaaawwled after stepping out the door. I didn't get to see it though...I just got to see the teary preshow.

So anyways, with my idea, I think I'll go through periods 8 and 9 of my freshman through final year and pick the best and the worst set and whatnot.

So it breaks down like this...
Freshman -- English Honors with Schuett and World History Honors with Roberts
Sophomore -- Spanish 3 with Martinez and Political Science with Cerasani
Junior -- US History Honors with Skrabacz and Physics Honors with Reeves (first semester) and Graphics Design with Subach (second semester)
Senior -- Forgot already...

Oh wait, Chemistry AP with Russell and Media Productions (Newspaper) with Rossi. There's no way I could've forgotten the rockinest periods 8 and 9. So I guess senior year wins that one...Chem AP was a frickin' blast. So many inside jokes...so many good times. I could go on forever about Chem AP. I can't exhibit enough love for that class, but that was hard...not gonna lie. Newspaper, although stressful...more stressful than I would've imagined...was an effing good time. Funny how the classes that gave the most stress and the heaviest workload were the two best classes out of the aforementioned eight.

Worst period 8/9? Sophomore year. No question. Spanish 3 was horrible...it caused the demise of my Leyden modern language career. Mrs. Martinez was cool and all, but she was like the hispanic Kim Jong Il. Spanish 3 was rough, especially because there were more hispanic people than not in that class. Spanish is cool and all, but it sucks nuts when more than half the kids are speaking in slang and "representin" Durango and Jalisco instead of actually trying to help. Destinos wasn't a thrill either.

Political Science with Cerasani...a total waste of time. Not only did I not get to experience Cozzi as a teacher, but I was stuck with Cerasani. Like the effing Fonz. Had it not been for Panzani and a few others, that class would've been hell, every single damned day.

Junior year comes in a close second and Freshman year in a fairly distant third. But whatever. Good times were had by all.

So I guess I figured out something to write about for today, and I'll probably do it for tomorrow too.

Nostalgia, beaches.

This title definitely needs explanation...oh man...it's literally the funniest thing in the past few weeks. So I'm on the bus on the way home from bowling, and KC and I ask Mike Salazar (a junior) where he was going to college, or anywhere that he had in mind. He responded with "Well...like...somewhere like...uhh...well somewhere... like...somewhere...somewhere that has a lot of classes." It takes him literally 30 seconds to force this gem out. So after he finishes his thought, I instantly just...burst out laughing. That shit was effing hilarious. KC composed herself more quickly than I could and asks, "What?! What does that even mean?" to which good ol' Mike Salazar replies, "Well like...I don't...I don't want to go somewhere like uh...I don't want to like go somewhere...somewhere that...that doesn't have a lot of classes." I effing lose it. I laugh almost the whole way home. I laughed so hard, my stomach hurt at lunch...hell, my stomach kinda hurts even now. Mike Salazar's a pretty funny kid. You could hand him a copy of The Rape Of Nanking and he'd make it into a comedy...ok maybe not...that's a tad bit extreme. But you get my point.

Moving on, I no longer have any more essays to write as a student of East Leyden High School. I'm effing ecstatic. Today was also my last Tuesday ever at Leyden. Kinda sad, but kinda not. I'm like done, almost.

I'm going to really try to churn out an update once every day this week, up until the day after prom.

Yeah, I know this entry is short, but here's a shoddy drawing to make up for it.

Also, I'm seriously contemplating making a PostSecret, if you haven't already realized from my profile. Once (If) it gets up there, I'll tell everyone it's up, but I won't tell anyone which one it is exactly. It won't be a joke one either, this'll be totally serious. I might even make an entry about it, but I don't know if I want that many people to know about it.

Very minor site layout update, but as you can see, one of the top buttons has been swapped out in favor to a direct link to my xanga. Not that many of you care.

That's it, beaches. This is yours truly, Stupid Stupids, with yet another pointless waste of time.

The title doesn't need any explanation...just an extension of a running inside joke.

So I'm fairly sure most everyone has heard in one shape or form that Ms. Mandler has indeed found my site and saw what I wrote about her in my March 3rd entry. I haven't changed it--I've left untouched and unedited, because there's no point in trying to hide it now...I still have integrity, you know. There's been rumors that what I wrote was worse than it actually was, but in all honesty it's not that bad...it's not a stream of vulgarities or anything. Also, "In the entire history of mankind, she is the most closed minded ever. EVER," was HYPERBOLE if you didn't catch that (apparently some of you thought I was being utterly serious about that comment).

News of this actually spread aaaaall the way down to Mr. Dickey, who made me "guest speak" on the consequences and whatnot on Internet "journalism" or something. I found it amusing.

So anyway, today wasn't the day of days. I forgot to send myself/print out my Doll's House essay for English and I locked my keys inside of my car. Within 25 or so minutes, I've forgotten the two most integral things to my day. I guess you could say I was locked in a bad position. Aha...haha...ahh...bad puns are always forgettable. So basically that was somewhat of a prediction of the rest of my day. Actually it wasn't too bad. I bowled the lowest score I've bowled in years (I got a 90, btw). I attribute that to my soul being "out of whack" today. I also attribute the forgettings of mys materials to that too.

I've also had Battle Hymn of the Republic stuck in my head like all day. Thanks, choir nerds.

Well me, Mark Uychoco, and Mike Wawrzyniak, (and later, some polish feller) attempted to unlock my car. After about 30 minutes and a little coat hanger action, we unlocked it. And that's the end of that chapter.

I can't remember what else I was going to put here. I got distracted because Lindsay's sending me the soundtrack to Wicked (the one musical about the wicked witch from the Wizard of Oz).

Maybe I'll do a drawing today, I don't know.

Quote comes from a poem from our English AP test a while back. Yeah, that's right, I remember it for some reason. Crazy shit, no? So the grammar isn't exactly the most correctest, nor is it remotely relevant to this entry, but I think it's a nice empty quote.

First things first. The first half of this week (Monday-Wednesday), I was in an utterly shitty mood. Why? I don't know. I just felt more lethargic and more blah compared to normal. There are probably reasons for it, but evidently I whine too much, and I don't want to subject you fair folks to it. And thus, I shall lock that shit up tight as per an indirect suggestion by a certain someone.

So if I've been excessively bitter, mean, harder to humor, or less humourous, I am sorry.

Thankfully though, through the effect of music, a certain someone (this is a different certain someone than the aforementioned "certain someone," hell, these two people don't even know each other) who tried to cheer me up, a stress-lemon from Chrissy Esparza (yeah that's right, I didn't throw it away, but it's not like that matters, this is something you'll never see), and certain events that occured today, I may just be cured.

On a completely different note, today, May 19th, 2005, marks the first birthday of my Viper (my white guitar). Yeah, I know I'm an effing weirdo for memorizing it. It's also been a year since our Junior Six Flags trip. And happy one-day-early-birthday Chris. Hope you like the shit we got you (well, Kavit thought of it).

This just happened like 3 seconds ago, but I thought it was cool and notable.
cezcw signed off at 10:00:00 PM.
Ok, so maybe not, but whatever. I don't care.

And finally, a handful of you are giving me grief over a certain person who shall remain unnamed. I don't know why you guys do this, but it would be nice if you told me...This person shall remain unnamed because she doesn't need to be included in such drama, she has enough.

No drawing today, but see Beauty and the Beast on the final two nights. It's pretty good or something.

Done for now, beaches.

This week's title is from a Beatles song. Nothing more to it...except that me and my monkey have nothing to hide.

Mmm...can't really think of much to say without summarizing weeks and whatnot, and you all know how much I despise that so. Even though I do it all the time. Speaking of which, go see Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. It's funny stuff.

Calculus AB AP test tomorrow. Everything that has happened since August in room 130-something between the hours of 9:35 and 10:25 (and all them inservice days) will culminate into a single 4-hour test...icle. Wahaha. I couldn't help it. Tests are magical. Anyways, I don't feel like stressing about the test, and neither should any of you (taking the test, that is.). I mean, come on, it's like David and Goliath. But instead of David, it's nerdy high-school kids, and instead of Goliath, it's paper. Hmm. It made sense in Mr. Hopp's mind, I'm sure. Thank God for that.

Anyways, last Thursday, good ol' Leyden decided to have a motivational speaker for us senior Leydenites. When you think motivational speaker, who's the first person to come to your mind? Well for me, it definitely isn't some guy who fell in a fire. I have no idea what our board of education was thinking. Well this is basically how it ran down...

It happened exactly like that too. After that, the stage lights shorted out, fell on the stage and caused a fire. Then he fell in it.

Well beaches, I'm out like a Special Ed. kid in the presence of our self-proclaimed Number One Leyden Street Fighter, Bob.

What's with the title, you ask? I'm not so sure either, but it's a pretty kick-ass quote. It was originally said by Jack Johnson (the first black heavyweight boxing champion, not the popular Hawaiian ex-surfing musician). Fuck if I know what it means exactly, but it sounds good. He said it in response to when he was asked why a white woman could ever love a black man or something.

Anyways, this past week has been a slow decline in motivation, energy, and overall happiness, climaxing on Friday with Day 2 of the "Four Day Calculus Confidence Killer". Well thankfully my Saturday ended with a huge upswing, most of you knowing why it rocked so much. I'm just sorry it didn't turn out similar for others...

So it turns out I got a 5 equivalent AP score for the free response part of the Calc test. Fucking awesome. Not so sure about Multiple Choice though...but I was thinking. Everyone now is all like "I can't wait until AP tests are over...we can finally slack off! It'll be great!" Sure we can slack off...but I'm pretty sure it'll be one of the most painful and pointless months ever. Ever. With AP tests done, there'll practically be no purpose in going to school and such...the thing we've been working for all year is done and over with.

Meh...whatever. I still can't wait until then.

Oh right...remember when I said "Chemistry AP, however, is still balls. Every damned day we have a damned quiz. I hate it so damned much. And the damned homework too."? Well...now that almost an entire school year has gone by, I've come to realize that Chem AP is like...the highlight of my school day. After you get used to the routine...man it's great. I love chem. It's a shame about Mrs. Russell's soul-eating thing though...

Well, the drawing for today, considering I hadn't much time (I'll try to put up a brand new one on Senior Steppin' Out/In days.) is a rehash from the yet-to-be-released April Leyden noozepaypur.

So I guess that's about it for today.

Oh wait...I managed to get my hands on a copy of a leaked advanced release of the new Alkaline Trio album, Crimson. Inquire if you'd wish to acquire.

Beaches. I hardly ever even say that in real life anymore...hmm. Should I revive it? Open for suggestions.

I haven't done this in a while...whoops. Well today's workload wasn't exactly heavy, so I made the choice (in an instant, like THAT. Mad Dog style.) to update today. I don't really know what to write about...wait, that's every update I make. Hm. Somehow I always manage to cough something up though. It's like different this time. I really don't know what to talk about.

I would do a recap for Lent, but that was like two weeks ago. Not exactly timely...yeah I've been real lazy and crap. I don't think it's senioritis...possibly just English APitis. Some kind of overdose on ridiculosity. Ridiculositoverdose. I'll pick it up sometime. I just have to get back into the groove of things somehow. Shit's pretty boring, yo.

Mentally tired. Lethargic. Apathetic. "Sardonic"...man how I'm beginning to hate that word. It's so overused...everything is sardonic. "What's the tone in this piece?" "Sardonic." Blah. Such a cop-out. It's like saying "good tone" but instead using a bigger, more pretentious word. Use a thesaurus or something...next time I'm gonna use a different word. I don't know...I'm not really good with words...satirical? contemptuous? I don't know. I really can't care.

This entry is nothing close to entertaining. I'd draw for you nice folk but I have neither the time nor the ambition right now. I'll do it tomorrow. The drawing should've been done on Friday, as it would've been more timely for Erik and Chris, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter to the rest of you. Mmmschool.

Done for today, beaches

Supposedly I have to update today. So I will. It's a shame though, because I can't think of anything to update with. Well umm...March has been the busiest month this entire year. An essay test for English on Tuesday...as well as a Calc quiz..."Organic response" crapola. I don't know. We've been having interesting, yet slow, discussions in English as of late, regarding Things Fall Apart. It's nice and all...but man. I never thought it was possible, but Mandler is very open minded. So open minded, in fact, that she is one of the most closed minded people ever. In the entire history of mankind, she is the most closed minded ever. EVER. She rejects any "biased opinion" (ergh.) because it's not open minded. It's ridiculoso and whatnot.

What else to write about...I'm really lost for words. Funny how that when I finally feel like updating, there's nothing to update about. This entry sounds kinda forced actually...thinking of ways to make it longer, so people will get off my back about updating it. About that...how exciting can this blog possibly be? It boggles the mind (edit -- Or should I say...bloggles the mind) . Especially considering I'm too lazy to drawr something up right now. Man...Umlaut Nadonga needs to be born stat. I need someone else to do this for me. Clearly.

So basically this is just a stream of consciousness...eff I'm lazy. Let's just sit here and ramble now. Maybe if I make this as tedious and incoherent as possible, people won't be disappointed as much when I don't update for another week. OK startings know, Eye would willing try to makes this read hard as to maek you peopltes detered from reading sites of mine. Aww jeez, this updates is ballsack right now. I need some form of random idea to carry through with this.

Speaking of which, I find that most of my random ideas come during the period right before I sleep...crap I was going somewhere with this but I got interrupted somehow. I think I need more sleep. Yeah...maybe that's it. Sleep does a body good or something, I hear. Yeah I probably won't sleep any more than I usually do, despite my not feeling well this entire week. This site needs guns and explosions to be more exciting. I'll work on it. Also, pornography.

Oh BEACH! UMLAUT, DO MY BIDDING.

Oh snap...I was supposed to do a real update today, but I lost track of time and did not. Yeah, it may or may not have been a good one. I don't know...I had a really nice random thought last night for youse all to ponder, but I forgot it whilst I slept. Anyways, I was thinking about charming pickup lines today (for Valentizzle's), and I discovered that I am not a charmer. My pickup lines would just force the womens to laugh more than...not laugh.

For example...I'd exchange a US Dollar for a Korean equivalent (korean won, they call them). Then I'd go up to a girl and give her the bill while saying, "You're my only won." Horrible.

So I was thinking of how many people violate their Lent promises (me included). I have decided that it be mandatory for all Catholics have a chip implanted in their brain. This chip would send an electric shock (large or small) through the recipient's body each time they disobeyed the Pope. Then I would dub myself the Pope.

I'd make a drawing today, but...man. I'm lazy. So that's about it.

Beaches.

Alright. As many of you know, I have given up insultation (yeah, it's a word) for this Lenten season. While originally I had believed this task to be quite objective (this is a burn. this is not a burn.), it's proven quite otherwise. This goal is entirely too subjective, perhaps too subjective to actually achieve, as proved earlier today. In the light of such findings, I have chosen to lay down the law of...lip.

Merriam Webster defines "insult" as such:

Main Entry: 1 in·sult
Pronunciation: in-'s&lt
Function: verb
Etymology: Middle French or Latin; Middle French insulter, from Latin insultare, literally, to spring upon, from in- + saltare to leap -- more at SALTATION
intransitive senses , archaic : to behave with pride or arrogance : VAUNT
transitive senses : to treat with insolence, indignity, or contempt : AFFRONT ; also : to affect offensively or damagingly <doggerel that insult s the reader's intelligence>

This basically meaning, any action made with rudeness or disrespect. Many of the things earlier claimed to be "insults" do not fit this definition, and thus I will define what I believe is and isn't an insult.

- "Your MOM ____" "Your FACE ____" and "YOU ____" are quite obviously insults, and shall be stricken from use.
- Corrections of grammar/spelling/etc. are not insults.
- "Mockery" of Erik Hajek's distinguishable laugh (Eh heh heh heh heh) is not an insult, as there is no contempt behind it.
- Questioning of Mr. Dickey's dialect IS insulting, however, because, though it may seem that it's similar to Erik's laugh, there's much rudeness in asking a teacher "why he talks so funny."
- Attacks on one's personal appearnce (such as "Bob, you're fat" and "Katie, you're ugly") are insults.
- Attacks on one's personal character (such as "Julio, you lazy fucker" or "Lindsay, you're so slow) are insults.
- Non-malicious observations (such as "Kavit, you wouldn't understand; you're not Catholic.") are not insults.
- Malicious or partisaned observations ("Cezary's clothes look gay") are insults.
- "BURN!" is not an insult, I will use it as I please. It is merely an observation of a preceding insult. It is not done maliciously, nor is it adding "insult" to insult.
- Stating "you're insane" is not an insult, but merely recognition that an idea the "insane" one has is ridiculous or far-fetched. No contempt behind the statement. That past sentence was a fragment.
- My acknowledging of a mental burn by stating "Ergh, can't say it" or "~" or something similar is not an insult and is fair game.

That's all I can think of right now. These are the laws that I shall obey by for the next forty days and forty nights. If you have a problem with them, too bad. It's my sacrifice, not yours. Amendments will be added when the need arises. And I can be witty and enjoyable without being mean. My character is not just limited to the debasing of others. I'm not just a "burn machine." That comment hurt fo rizzle, yo.

"Derrick, you should just stop talking. Every word that comes out of your mouth is an insult." and "You're not so witty without insulting someone."

BURN.

I'm stuck again as to what to write...well actually, on Friday I was a bit down. So much crap happened both on Thursday on Friday. I was set on thinking "this is the worst week EVER." Not to mention I had to go to a family party instead of WORK on Saturday...ugh. Well, that basically all changed Saturday night. On the way home, I saw a house burning down with firetrucks around it. That really put shit into perspective. A couple hours of music and quality guitar time also helped... I also listened to some Jason Becker. That guy was fucking amazing. Best shredder of our generation. And now he has Lou Gehrig's disease and is completely paralyzed and mute, excluding limited movements from his eyes and mouth. And yet, he still composed an entire album using a computer and tilting his head back and forth. Amazing and motivating stuff...he has more musical talent in his left ring finger than I do in my entire body (speaking of which, my left ring finger is feeling a LOT better now B) ). Yeah...all that stuff made me realize that all those little mishaps were just that. Little mishaps.

I also got a haircut. Very very short.

And non-Chemistry-nerds won't be able to fully appreciate this next piece...

OK, beaches. Done.

Crap it's Monday.

Recap-of-weekend. Saturday I had a day downtown with Lindsay. We bought SIX TICKETS TO THE RISE AGAINST SHOW on Feb. 20th (Allison and Kristie still haven't confirmed yet). Yeah, so we may or may not have one extra. If that extra does pull through, I have decided that the ticket may or may not go to Julio. I'm not sure yet. Yeah...I can't remember what we did on Saturday. We bought tickets, and we went to Strange Cargo, where Lindsay bought me keen new shoelaces for a Christmas present. Yeah so I wore them and stuff. Then we went to several other stores and Borders (tcha, of course). Yeah. Alex will not be free to do anything on the weekends for the next few months.

Sunday was supposed to be my needed rest and relaxation day, but instead it turned into Sunday Funday. Panera Bread...Borders...yadda-yadda-yadda...Kristie's basement under the mutual blanket...lying down on the floor and Allison stealing my sock. You know. Normal stuff.

SO that was basically my weekend...I feel like I'm "copping out" by just giving one of them summary things (God forbid I actually use this as a blog). Yeah well I don't know what else to do. Actual substance will come later.

Oh right...I don't know why, this happened a while ago, but I feel the need to inform you all. Mr. Jim Callister (the head of FoG (the Federation of Good)) does ACID. And he's like old. I'm not sure about you, but The Earl of Dining Affairs, 7th-in-command of Il Nova Roma Imperio approves.

No drawing today. Lazy as hell. Case of the Pre-pre-pre-pre-Friday Blues.

Beaches.

Halfway done with my last year. Effing fantastic. Yeah...I don't wanna be like "Ooh, well this happened and that happened and then this happened today" but I went sledding with myself, Allison, Katie, Kristie, and Sean. It was fun. Then we did absolutely nothing in Allison's room. Then we ate Chinese food (what is this...ve-ge-ta-ble-fried-rice? I don't understand Chinese) whilst watching Family Guy. Then we saw the Grudge...wasn't too scary. That's about it.

Now I have to think of something to write...some kind of...rambling...Now I remember why I don't update all the time. Absolutely jack shit happens. Yeah, that's right. I swore, and I know my little cousin is reading. And I don't care. You're not even supposed to be reading this.

Recently though...there has been a certain line of commercials that have been annoying me to no end. Jamster. I hate Jamster. Now I normally don't hate...hate's too strong of a word...but I HATE Jamster. Soooo fucking annoying. They're on at like every commercial break...agh...who pays for that shit?! YOU DON'T NEED IT. IT'S A DAMNED BACKGROUND. Yesterday though...man...two fucking ads in a row. TWO. ERGH.

And that is IT.

Oh wait...I almost forgot.

feireda (12:37:42 AM): jessica simpson is the funniest thing i have ever seen
feireda (12:37:52 AM): she is trying to figure out what a double is in baseball
oLiLFLiP522o (12:37:58 AM): lol
feireda (12:37:59 AM): "is it when they hit double fast?"
oLiLFLiP522o (12:38:06 AM): do you know what a double is
feireda (12:38:10 AM): YES I DO
oLiLFLiP522o (12:38:13 AM): oh really
feireda (12:38:26 AM): its when the guy hits it and two people go home
feireda (12:38:33 AM): is that right?

And THAT is it.

Beaches.

Well, it's everyone's favorite time of the year, finals week. Today, I suffered 2 blows to my confidence with consecutive English AP and Calc AP finals. Actually they weren't too bad...I hope it's an indicator for the rest of the week.

For English, I wrote about how the violence in Oedipus Rex was used as an escape from fate and prophecy, but instead these violent acts only secured their doom. It adds to the tragic irony or something. For the other one, I wrote that blackberry picking was a metaphor for sinning. Yeah I don't know. Multiple choice was pretty hard, I think.

I can't really think of anything else to write for today...maybe tomorrow (what, foreshadowing?)...

Alright beaches, I'm outski.

I'm sorry guys...I have totally neglected this site for the past month and a half or so. More than. Oh well...I've been busy and crap. Blame school! It's sucked me into its evil vortex of schoolness.

I still have Sugar, Sugar stuck in my head. Ahh...sugar sugar.

I was gonna do a lot to this site during the break, but that completely fell through. Whoops! And by the way, that was the best fucking (sorry Chris and Myke) break I've had experienced in my 17 years of age. Every day was "action packed," like some kind of "action movie" that had a lot of "action" in it...except with less "action." Guitar every morning, and hanging out with friends every afternoon-to-night. Though I didn't get to hang out with school friends as much as I wanted to...that must be made up for. Yeah. Having that great flippin' break just made it more depressing to go back to school.

Oh...honey honey.

I was gonna do a 2004 Year-In-Review type of deal. Obviously that didn't happen. Well basically it was the most kickin'-assiest year in my life. The current friendships and bonds I had have just gotten stronger, in addition to about a dozen or so new ones (you know who you are.). Oh yeah...I also had the 21 best days of my life when I took a little ol' trip to Europe. WHO KNOWS WHAT 2005 WILL BRING.

You are my candy giiiiirl.

Oh yeah. Mock Homecoming rocked. Unfortunately, it only caused depression late Thursday and early Friday. I'll explain why at a later date...probably tomorrow. I don't feel like doing it now.

And you've got me watching YOU.

What else to write about...what else...uhh...first week back to school was frickin' brutal. This following one will be quite as bad too. Stupid school...well at least I'm pulling an 82% in English. That made my day, perhaps my week. Stupid English. I hate English and I refusing to uses it correcter.

Doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo.

I find it disturbing that so many of you are interested in what goes on in my "trendy" (yeah I said it Kavit, fork you...stupid shirt) mind, what with all the constant pestering for me to update my "site" and whatnot. Speaking of which...stupid shirt. I will never wear that Hollister shirt again, except for when I'll wear it probably sometime next week.

Yeah I'm plumb out of ideas. Here's a drawing some of you may seen...shrunken down to 500x500, cropped, and changed to black and white of course.

That might just about do it for this entry. I would like to thank all who participated.

Beaches.

Oh right...Happy Birthday Allan and Jenny O! Now you can buy me cigarettes and pornography.

And...Xanga. A promise is a promise.

Well I guess I haven't touched this site in completely frickin' forever. I'm updating because I promised a certain someone that I would update today, and being a man of my word (bahahaha), I decided to finally update. The reason for not updating in a while? I don't know...I just haven't really had anything to write about, I guess.

Actually, that's complete bullshit. I respect you too much as a person to lie to you (yes, all of you). Tons of worthy crap has happened, but I'm way too lazy to update my site. That's right...I vowed not to get sucked into laziness when I started the site. I guess I didn't take into account school.

Enough about school though...not much has happened today. Oh wait...I did get Against Me!'s new DVD, "We're Never Going Home." And of course, it fucking rocks...though I doubt many of you would feel the same way about it. I'd say it was worth my $12.

Err...what else is there...poetry sucks large ball...nah...hmm...I have no idea what else to write about.

I cut my nails today?

I seriously can't think of anything to write about. I'd draw something for you folk, but I am lazy. I'll do it tomorrow or something. Promise (damn...that's two promises in two days...I'd better cut back on the obligations, or else I'll become "obligatiowned").

Yeah...so no drawing today. Sorry dooders, the funny you expect won't be found in this entry.

Beaches.

And another note...I really have to fscking fix those links up top. Kbye.

What's with the title? Well that's the reason I couldn't update yesterday. I was writing my college admissions essay for University of Chicago. To humor youse all, here's my essay. It's 761 words, so it's a long and boring read.

Prompt –

In a book entitled The Mind's I, by Douglas Hofstadter, philosopher Daniel C. Dennett posed the following problem: Suppose you are an astronaut stranded on Mars whose spaceship has broken down beyond repair. In your disabled craft there is a Teleclone Mark IV teleporter that can swiftly and painlessly dismantle your body, producing a molecule-by-molecule blueprint to be beamed to Earth. There, a Teleclone receiver stocked with the requisite atoms will produce, from the beamed instructions, you—complete with all your memories, thoughts, feelings, and opinions. If you activate the Teleclone Mark IV, which astronaut are you—the one dismantled on Mars or the one produced from a blueprint on Earth? Suppose further that an improved Teleclone Mark V is developed that can obtain its blueprint without destroying the original. Are you then two astronauts at once? If not, which one are you?

Response -

The main question in this situation can also be solved via another related question: “Is a human being merely the sum of its physical parts?” That is to say, is there nothing more to a person than the arrangement of his or her molecules and a memory resulting from various responses to stimuli? Can each and every human being be reconstructed to every exact detail? I would not think so. Though it is possible to cop-out and debate that human beings have a soul, not every person believes so, and thus one can easily refute the argument. I answer this question with the idea of consciousness. Though it is hard to explain fully what consciousness is, I can firmly believe that it is not contained in a physical state. Consciousness cannot be reproduced. Though there probably is a physical receptor for consciousness in the brain, though I am not too sure, I am not a neurologist, I am fairly sure consciousness cannot be transmitted. To me, consciousness is the direct response to immediate stimuli. An interruption in this consciousness poses a problem, as I will attempt to describe later.

As far as I am concerned, the instant the astronaut activates the Teleclone and dismantles, he dies. His copy, an exact replicate, will arise on the other end, unbeknownst to what happened. The replicate will believe that he is the original astronaut, and so will everyone else, because…well it is an exact copy. The replicate would last remember activating the Teleclone, but not losing consciousness. The instant the replicate is formed, a new consciousness also forms, according to the current stimuli around it as well as its most recent memories. The dismantled astronaut would not be able to experience this, for he is dead, and thus remains a separate entity from the replicate.

Another question from this arises: what is death? There are two requirements to death, and both need to be fulfilled in order to “die.” First and foremost, one's body needs to physically stop functioning. One's heart must stop pumping, lungs must stop breathing, blood must stop circulating, and brain must stop thinking. The second requirement would be losing consciousness. Though they should come hand in hand, it is possible to lose consciousness while maintaining physical functionality, such as when one sleeps. What does this have to do with anything? These requirements are both met when the astronaut activates the machine. The body stops functioning once it is dismantled, and the astronaut loses consciousness while it is being transferred, even if the period of unconsciousness is for a short instant. The loss of consciousness is the aforementioned problem. The astronaut dies once he is fully dismantled, and as such, cannot be the same astronaut that is reassembled on earth.

How am I so sure consciousness is not a physical property? I am not 100% sure, for my reasoning is based on an unconfirmed claim. I have read that the 98% of the atoms that compose your body are replaced annually through processes such as excretion, catabolism, and anabolism. If this is true, then you are physically a “new person” every few years, though you do not feel it. This is because the consciousness remains constantly streaming and uninterrupted, with the exception of sleep and the occasional losing consciousness by outside factors.

In the situation regarding the Teleclone Mark V, where the original astronaut is not dismantled, the idea of consciousness also can be used to argue, though in a different sense. The original astronaut remains the original astronaut, and the replicate remains a separate entity. It is not possible for the astronaut to be two people at once, as he cannot be conscious to both environments at the same time. Like before, a new consciousness develops within the replicate, due to his different environment. Being an exact replica, the copy will not know he is a copy, and neither will those around him (other than those who were immediately in the vicinity of the Teleclone). The original astronaut however, because he is still on Mars, will be left wondering what the hell happened. He activated the Teleclone yet he is still on Mars.

In both the situation with the Teleclone Mark IV and Mark V, the original astronaut remains the original astronaut. The only difference between the two being how quickly the original astronaut dies. The Mark IV astronaut dies instantaneously, however the Mark V astronaut dies shortly after he exhausts his supply of food, water and oxygen. In both situations, the original astronaut is not leaving Mars alive, sadly.

Yep. Quite boring, no? I'm not sure what else to write about...oh wait. I saw this kid on the way home from school for 3 days in a row (well...2 days in a row and then 1 day the day before last.) He looked fairly young...young as in 12 years old. Well anyways he walked very awkwardly...like from toe to heel. I thought in my mind (and said to my driver Cez) that that kid probably got picked on a fair amount. That got me wondering why I thought that...like if there was some kind of human instinct to ostracize and make fun of those who are different. Then I looked at the kid again and laughed. I shouldn't make fun though...it'd have been quite bad if he was in a wheelchair or something. Then another random thought popped into my head...how come I'd sooner laugh at the weird wobbly walking kid than a wheelchair kid? The answer? Wheelchair kids are cool. But what could make them cooler, you ask? Spinners. That's right. Sprewells.

And that's today's drawing, and today's entry. I couldn't really think of anything to write about today that isn't already old news.

Beaches.

Also, not many of you may care, but Tsunami Bomb released a new album, The Definitive Act. I gave it a listen, and I likes it a lot. If you don't mind checking out music that you may possibly hate, give it a whirl.

Anyways...today I found a weird little game called Real Life. It's really weird...it's like a life simulator. So I played it, and I got to be a poor Indian boy from India. Here's a log of what happened...

0 years old
I was born a boy in the city of Imphal in the state of Manipur
in India. My parents have named me Gunadhya. My surname is
Kishen. My mother, Anju, is 20 and my father, Janardhan, is
20. I have no brothers or sisters.

1 year old
Growth stunted from inadequate protein.

2 years old
Sister Kishori born.
My father has tuberculosis.

3 years old
4 years old
You have pertussis (whooping cough).
Brother Deepak born.

5 years old
A major flood has hit India. 575 people have died and
23,000,000 others have been affected.
My family and I were not directly affected.
Peace.
My father has died at age 26 from tuberculosis.

6 years old
Not sent to school.

7 years old
Decided to steal.
My sister Kishori began school.
My brother Deepak has had measles.

8 years old

9 years old
My brother Deepak began school.

10 years old
Sporadic localized fighting in Tamil Nadu state.

11 years old
Decided to steal.
Decided to vandalize some property.

12 years old
13 years old
Cleaned up someone else's mess.

14 years old
Met a new girl I like very much, named Dharitri Mehta.
We've begun seeing each other.
Need to look for a job.
Began work as a street vendor.

15 years old
Dharitri Mehta broke off our relationship.
Met a new girl I like very much, named Malathi Parag.
We've begun seeing each other.

16 years old
Malathi Parag broke off our relationship.
Met a new girl I like very much, named Anila Matu.
Decided not to pursue a relationship with Anila Matu.

17 years old
I have hookworm.
A major flood has hit India. 130 people have died and
30,000,000 others have been affected.
My family and I were not directly affected.
Met a new girl I like very much, named Ahi Vasudev.
Rejected by Ahi Vasudev.

18 years old
Cured of ancylostomiasis.
My sister's boyfriend Blajit has graduated from secondary
school.
My sister's boyfriend Blajit has failed the tests for entrance
into vocational school.

19 years old
Met a new girl I like very much, named Abhirka Kishen.
Rejected by Abhirka Kishen.
My sister Kishori has graduated from secondary school.
My sister Kishori has failed the tests for entrance into
vocational school.

20 years old
Peace.
Met a new woman I like very much, named Banasuta Desai.
We've begun seeing each other.

21 years old
Lost my girlfriend Banasuta by being too forward.
My brother Deepak has graduated from secondary school.
My brother Deepak has failed the tests for entrance into
vocational school.

22 years old
23 years old
24 years old
Asthma.
A major flood has hit India. 334 people have died and
27,000,000 others have been affected.
My family and I were not directly affected.
My brother Deepak has become an alcoholic.
My brother Deepak has been involved in a road traffic
accident but fortunately suffered no permanent injuries.
My brother Deepak has moved out on his own.

25 years old
26 years old
The flood has hit my area.
Flood victim.
Blajit Lokhande and my sister Kishori have married.

27 years old
My sister Kishori has moved out on her own.
My brother Deepak has given up drinking.

28 years old
29 years old
Decided to steal.
Stole goods worth 44,324 rupees.

30 years old
Met a new woman I like very much, named Ananda
Kanetkar.
Rejected by Ananda Kanetkar.
Kiran born to Kishori Lokhande

31 years old
My sister Kishori has hookworm.
Mahika born to Kishori Lokhande

32 years old
My sister Kishori has been cured of ancylostomiasis.
My sister Kishori's husband Blajit has suffered an epileptic
seizure.

33 years old
34 years old
Kalya born to Kishori Lokhande

35 years old
Sporadic localized fighting in Karnataka state.

36 years old
Peace.

37 years old
Jaya born to Kishori Lokhande

38 years old
A major earthquake has hit India. 114 people have died and
2,300,000 others have been affected.
My family and I were not directly affected.
My country is involved in a small scale military intervention
abroad. 12,964 Indian soldiers have been killed.

39 years old
My sister Kishori has hookworm.

40 years old
My sister Kishori has been cured of ancylostomiasis.

41 years old
Met a new woman I like very much, named Gopa Sahil.
Decided not to pursue a relationship with Gopa Sahil.
My sister Kishori's husband Blajit has died at age 41 from an
epileptic seizure.

42 years old
43 years old
A major flood has hit India. 39 people have died and
32,000,000 others have been affected.
My family and I were not directly affected.
Peace.
Moved away from home.
Began work as an assembler.
My brother's boyfriend Anil has been cured of syphilis.

44 years old
Decided to use my job illegally to make money.
Made an extra 131,240 rupees illegally.
Met a new woman I like very much, named Ritu Mihir.
Rejected by Ritu Mihir.

45 years old
Decided to give some money to charity.

46 years old
47 years old
Invested 3000 rupees in medium-risk stock.
My brother's boyfriend Anil has hookworm.

48 years old
My country is involved in a major war abroad. 45,878 Indian
soldiers have been killed.
My brother's boyfriend Anil has been cured of
ancylostomiasis.

49 years old
I've gone blind from glaucoma.

50 years old
Peace.
My sister Kishori has died at age 49 from a fall.

51 years old
52 years old
53 years old
Sporadic localized fighting in Punjab state.
Avoided donating to a disaster relief charity.
Received a 3% pay raise.
Cashed in 5631 rupees from medium-risk stock.
Invested 2431 rupees in high-risk stock.

54 years old
Peace.
My brother Deepak has a peptic ulcer.

55 years old
I have reduced vision from cataracts.
A major flood has hit India. 921 people have died and
30,000,000 others have been affected.
I was not directly affected.

56 years old
57 years old
58 years old
Lost my job due to my political activities.
Arrested by security forces for anti-government activities.
Sentenced to 2 years in prison.
My brother Deepak died from an infection.

59 years old
60 years old
Released from prison.

61 years old
Began work as a scavenger of used goods.

Moved to Vellore.
Met a new woman I like very much, named Urvashi Imani.
Rejected by Urvashi Imani.

62 years old
I have been cured of cataracts.
Civil war in Karnataka state.

63 years old
Met a new woman I like very much, named Karpura
Ganapathiraman.
We've begun seeing each other.

64 years old
I have reduced vision from cataracts.
Karpura Ganapathiraman broke off our relationship.

65 years old
Lost my investment in high-risk stock.
I have kidney disease.

66 years old
67 years old
68 years old
Died at age 68 from kidney disease.

I highlighted all the important parts (well...what I thought was important anways, read the entire thing, I might have skipped some stuff). It's depressing stuff. Father died at 5, blind for a few years, my gay brother and sister both died, I lost my job because I was imprisoned 2 years after protesting against corrupt police. It's horrible. Let this be a lesson to you folk, don't be a poor Indian.

No drawing today, I'm busy. Sorry duders.

Beaches.

No, I'm not saying it's gonna stop being updated...but hell. I'm insanely busy.

I promised you guys an update today, and though I'm a man of my word, this update is shitty as hell. I'm sorry guys. Well the karmic wheel is starting to turn, so I am finally out of the worst week of my life. No good luck just yet, but nothing bad has happened thus far, so I think that's worth something.

Chemistry AP, however, is still balls. Every damned day we have a damned quiz. I hate it so damned much. And the damned homework too. Damn. At least I don't want to kill myself anymore. Wait...scratch that. I do want to physically hurt myself in that class...maybe if I drink two solutions, it'll form a precipitate in my throat and I'll asphyxiate. Then again I'd have to check my solubility rules. Asphyxiation by precipitation...heh.

Anyways, I have no damned time...sorry guys...but I still made a drawing for today. It's really shitty. Literally. I'll put up a better one next time, but for now I'll just have to make due. And that is how you spell "sheiza"...I had it confirmed by someone who knows German. It was scheisse all along...

Beaches.

Sorry again for the lack of updates, school fucking sucks. Blame school. I guess it's not so bad, I get to see more of my friends again, instead of just the usual 7 or so over the summer. But again it's bad because there's less opportunities to hang out with trip friends, which I love oh so dearly...ahem.

Here's a little note for you to-be-seniors. Don't take Chemistry or English IV AP. They both suck. The workload is ridiculous. In English, we had a 48 question test on a book I was supposed to read over the summer. It was easy for those who read the book thoroughly and properly, but I skimmed the book near the end of it...yeah that was a bitch. We also have a timed writing essay test on the book tomorrow! Ye-ah! The book is Siddhartha, by the way. It's not so bad...it revolves around seeking enlightenment and whatnot. It's historical fiction, the main character is not Siddhartha "The Buddha" Goatama. Siddhartha and Goatama are two seperate characters in the book, which confused me when I first read it. Anyways, it's about Buddhism and stuff so Rachel'd like it.

Chemistry AP is insane...so much complicated crap and homework. Actually it's not so bad right now, but the class is TWO HOURS LONG. It spans periods 6 7 and 8 (periods 6/7 are half-periods...only 25 minutes each (periods 5/6/7 are lunch periods)). Yeah and supposedly it's gonna get exponentially harder later on in the year.

Calculus AP is a breeze...thus far. Mr. Hopp gives like...five problems a night, but they're somewhat involved, so it'll take about 20 mins. Not too shabby. Pretty shibby in fact.

Anyways, I haven't been doing a drawing a day like I promised I would...so here's two. Right now I'm too lazy to set up the Drawings page, so I'll put them right here, and copy them into that page later on (I'll probably fix the rest of the pages over the weekend). They're both drawings of hands.

What's with the hand drawings you say? Well...I guess I needed practice with hand drawings. The first image was drawn and colored in Macromedia Flash MX. The second was drawn (and not colored) in Corel Painter.

Okbye.

Beaches.

August 29th, 2004 -- Yep, I've gone 5 long days without an update. Ha, I'm already starting to slack off.

Anyways, today I spent the day with trip-friends (in alphabetical order -- Myke, Sean, Natalie, Lindsay, Katie, and later on Kristie). We went to the movies in "The Quarry". The plan was originally to see Sean's suggestion of Alien vs. Predator, which probably would have sucked more balls than Dy-lan at a Saturday night Gay Bar (ohoho that one was rough). Yeah we didn't go see it. At first, Myke and I thought we were lost on the way there, but thanks to MapQuest's distance inaccuracy, we happened to stumble upon "The Quarry" cinemas. When we got there, we were assaulted by a now brown-haired Katie. The brown hair was a pleasing change (Katie complimenting obligation = completed).

Fortunately though (unfortunate at the time), Natlie went to the wrong theatre. A phone call later revealed that she wasn't going to go. This made me sad, because it's never a fun day without Natalie (ha, now my Natalie complimenting obligation is over). Another few phone calls later, it turns out Natalie could go. So an hour and several conversations later (a lot of it was how Hillary Duff is a loose whore and A Shark's Tale), Natatlie shows up. Then we all buy tickets for The Bourne Supremacy (which wasn't Aliens vs. Predator, thank god) and we bought reasonably priced food at the concession stand (by reasonably priced i mean fucking expensive. I didn't buy any. Sean got cheese fries, Lindsay got popcorn, Natalie got Sour Patch Kids, Katie got a bouquet of fries, and Myke got 3 Musketeers pop 'ems...or whatever they're called. Anyways, Lindsay made me hold her popcorn. This was a bad move, as I ended up eating most of the popcorn. Actually...I ended up eating a LOT of people's food. Most of Myke's 3 Musketeers things, some of Natalie's Sour Patch Kids, and some of Katie's French Fry Bouquet. It mixed together in the popcorn bag to form some kind of high-calorie trail mix. The Bourne Supremacy was good, though the people in front of us got mad on occasion from our talking. It was all Lindsay's fault (haha).

Afterwards we went to the parking lot and walked up a hill, where I was bombarded with thorny cat tails. After going up the hill, we ended up just going back down and going back to the car. We then proceeded to head to Borders for some odd reason...at first I think it was because Natalie had to go number one and that we wanted to get Katie to run into someone she knew. Sadly the latter never occured. Afterwards we dropped Katie off at the corner of the street she lives on because she insisted to walk. We ended up driving past her and we threw popcorn at her (by "we" i mean "me").

Yeah...afterwards (wow I say that a lot in this entry) we went to Kristie's house to hang out in her basement. While there, many "funnies" occured. Too bad Katie missed it. The first was when Sean brought up the subject of the size of Lindsay's nose. He insisted that it was extremely large, but I still think that it's still in the realm of normal and acceptable (that counts as a compliment...right?). We were discussing the Olympics, and how the U.S. men lost the 400m relay by a hundredth of a second. They lost by literally "a nose". Sean then made the joke that if it were Lindsay's nose, they would have lost by like 10 seconds. Then an Ice Cream Truck broke down in front of Kristie's house. We all got free ice cream because the ice cream man said that the ice cream would all melt. It's a shame you missed it Katie. Right after, the Bank truck broke down, and we all got free hundred dollar bills because the bank duder was afraid he'd get car-jacked.

Well all of you missed the conversation between me and Sean, which was very funny...I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like this...

Sean - I have work Saturday.
Me - That sucks. You should go to the supervisor and punch him in the nads and demand that you get a day off Saturday.
Sean - Yeah but first I'd probably have to rub them.
Me - Yeah...with your mouth.
Sean - Haha, yeah then MikePorter would end up videotaping it.
Me - And later he'd masterpaint to it.

Alright, maybe it doesn't translate so well into text, but it was fucking hilarious at the time. So were the schnoze jokes...I think we have now added onto Lindsay's name, making her Lintcei Klontike Scotsdale Fish Annoyingvoice Schnoze Dirtywhore (or 'Home Row' for short (look at the placement of the initials)).

Oh yeah we also met "Ryan". He was pretty neat. You missed that too Katie.

Yeah I think that's it. I still haven't done anything to the Drawings and About Me and Guestbook pages...but trust me, it's under works.

Beaches.

xoxo ~~DeRrIcK (my god that was gay.)

Also, I created a page that displays the shit I have in Winamp, which can be found here. I am currently listening to The Dresden Dolls...which I would assume that many of you will not like.

August 24th, 2004 -- Very...VERY early stages of my site. None of the links work, so don't even bother trying clicking on them. Anyways...the banner may need some explanation. It's basically an inside joke to a select group of people within my "trip" friends.

Yeah...that's another thing. I have to create this page to try to cater to both my pre-trip friends (from this point on known as my "friends") and my trip-friends (from this point on known as my "trip-friends"...sorry guys). With that in mind, there's going to be inside jokes that my friends won't get, and inside jokes that my trip-friends won't get.

Anyways...what I'm trying to do with this page is pretty simple. I'm gonna make this main page a "xanga" type deal I guess. Post my daily thoughts and whatnot here (hopefully daily...knowing myself it won't be after about a week or so). I'll have a drawing page up, which will basically be a "visual aid" to this page. I'll try to put one up each day...they're basically going to be pretty random. The about me page is pretty self-explanatory...there I'll be putting up my love notes for Kees and Aad. I'm gonna try to put a guestbook page up...but I don't know if it should be a "button". It may later turn into a Misc. page. The guestbook link will be somewhere over here. I also want to put up a shout-box...which is basically a guestbook. I'm really not sure yet.

Right now I'm too lazy to provide an extensive log of shit that happened today, but I guess I'll sum it up. Woke up around 9:30-ish...played basketball with a few of my friends, then headed over to Joe Lukowski's house with Kavit and played "Ukranian Uno"...I don't remember the name. Greg you'll have to tell me again. Starts with a D...douche-something? It rained pretty hard today, since a part of 25th Ave. flooded. While Joe drove me home, we had to ford the river. In the process we lost 2 oxen, 4 days worth of food, and Indians thiefed our caravan and stole supplies. Bonus points to whom can identify that reference. I then went home for a period of about an hour and a half, and there I enjoyed quality time with my guitar. Around 6:45-ish, I once again met up with Joe, but now with Jason and Chris. We went to Greg's house to pick up Greg, and then went to Bacci's Pizza on Irving Park Road and met up with Kavit and Saurabh. It was the first time in a while where the brown men (me and Chris being Asian and Kavit and Saurabh being "sub-continental") than white folk. We then went back to Greg's and played an extensive game of Texas Hold 'Em. I was doing good for a while until I bet everything in the last hand and lost. Everything. Oh...and Joe, Greg, and Kavit cheated. Bastards. All of them. Then I watched Super Troopers for the umpteenth time. Then I went home and started typing this up. It was good times.

Tomorrow I have school registration, where they make us pay $100 for a sub-par education (it's not like rich Fenwick, sorry MikePorter).

No drawing today, I'm tired.

August 23rd, 2004 -- I swear I'm gonna actually do something to this site...probably like a xanga but not a xanga. I will do something though...I swear. As proof, I even dated todays entry! Yeah...forget that I haven't done anything to this site since its inception. I mean it this time.

Just to prove it to youse, I'd take a picture of me working on the site, but I found a drawing was more fitting. Look! It's me working!

What? No! That's not me sleeping...those are the Zs of success. What? No...I don't know why I look like a 12 year old in that picture. I should've spent more time on it, no? What? What do you mean it sucks?! Hey shut up. No...shove it. There we go.

Beaches.

Also, I'm aware that the drawing may cover up part/all of the warning sign in the background. I CARE NOT...it may or may not get fixed when I fully complete the site.