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Saturday, February 28, 2004
from february 28 2004
we wonder what worries wayward wings,
when weary wanderers
weave webs wonderfully winding.
withering, wilting, wasting, waiting,
waltzing within worlds washed wayward,
whipping winds, welting wizards
wizards wandering, wondering,
weary with whipping wings, worlds Away.
we wonder what worries wayward wings,
when weary wanderers
weave webs wonderfully winding.
withering, wilting, wasting, waiting,
waltzing within worlds washed wayward,
whipping winds, welting wizards
wizards wandering, wondering,
weary with whipping wings, worlds Away.
from february 8 2004
ENTANGLEMENT OF LIFE
a girl cries in the room next door,
sad, alone, swimming in the floor.
the cause of her tears i do not know,
the misting of her eyes will dry into snow.
who is that girl in the room next to mine?
weeping for a life so deeply sublime,
i do not know what saddens her so,
and if i did would it help to know?
in the dark alone with painful sorrow
no hope is left but for a fateful tomorrow.
they could be tears of love or joy,
but the sounds of mourning fill the voi'
this girl who lives in the room next to mine,
has been a part of me entwined.
she hates me ,deplores me, curses me to dust
yet i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry for trust.
the girl in the dark, weeping for light,
crying for sadness of unknown respite.
she weeps for one, she weeps for all
i wish i could help her, but she is set to fall.
she thinks no one hears her, crying in there,
a cold dark place, too much a lair
i hear her, i hear her, weeping in the gloom,
do not fear, sweet girl, all is not doom.
ENTANGLEMENT OF LIFE
a girl cries in the room next door,
sad, alone, swimming in the floor.
the cause of her tears i do not know,
the misting of her eyes will dry into snow.
who is that girl in the room next to mine?
weeping for a life so deeply sublime,
i do not know what saddens her so,
and if i did would it help to know?
in the dark alone with painful sorrow
no hope is left but for a fateful tomorrow.
they could be tears of love or joy,
but the sounds of mourning fill the voi'
this girl who lives in the room next to mine,
has been a part of me entwined.
she hates me ,deplores me, curses me to dust
yet i'm sorry, i'm sorry i'm sorry for trust.
the girl in the dark, weeping for light,
crying for sadness of unknown respite.
she weeps for one, she weeps for all
i wish i could help her, but she is set to fall.
she thinks no one hears her, crying in there,
a cold dark place, too much a lair
i hear her, i hear her, weeping in the gloom,
do not fear, sweet girl, all is not doom.
from january 29 2004
sorry it's been sucha long time since i've really updated this old bird. but i'm here now. and here is my first REAL post in a long long time-
a couple weeks ago at church there was this baby being baptized. this kid screamed and screamed for the entire ceremony like it was fire they were bathing his head in. the entire congregation thought this was really funny, but i, being me looked past the humour into it and came up with a religiously philsophical analysis of the situation (if i'm not being to brash). the way i saw it. that little boy (andrew i think his name was) represented every person who is denying spirituality in there life. he complained and groaned. but the fact of the matter was, he didn't know what he was crying about he was just scared because everything was new and different. he was so concentrated on his own discomfort that he never realized the love that was emanating from that entire congregation. much in the way that nonreligious people never look for whatever it is truly spiritual people find so...redeeming. but when the pastor took this child into his arms and shushed him gently the baby grew quiet and began to listen. in both a phsical and symbolic aspect the pastor WAS the holy ghost or it's counterpart if u're not a christian. once the baby was calmed down the pastor reached in to the holy water and simply dipped his hand in and touched the childs forehead. that's all it takes. it doesn't take much to make god a part of you only a gesture of warmth and compassion. as soon as andrew had been anointed with the holy water he began crying all over again. this was the most signifcant part of the spectacle to me. we are all human. no matter how much the spirit of god is in us. we still make human mistakes. for that reason alone our jesus died for us. but many of us forget he did not only die for us but he died BECAUSE of us as well. because we are human he gave his life and we took his life from him. Andrew although was still a christian was first a human. and as a humandid not fully recognize what was done to him and for him that sunday morning.
sorry it's been sucha long time since i've really updated this old bird. but i'm here now. and here is my first REAL post in a long long time-
a couple weeks ago at church there was this baby being baptized. this kid screamed and screamed for the entire ceremony like it was fire they were bathing his head in. the entire congregation thought this was really funny, but i, being me looked past the humour into it and came up with a religiously philsophical analysis of the situation (if i'm not being to brash). the way i saw it. that little boy (andrew i think his name was) represented every person who is denying spirituality in there life. he complained and groaned. but the fact of the matter was, he didn't know what he was crying about he was just scared because everything was new and different. he was so concentrated on his own discomfort that he never realized the love that was emanating from that entire congregation. much in the way that nonreligious people never look for whatever it is truly spiritual people find so...redeeming. but when the pastor took this child into his arms and shushed him gently the baby grew quiet and began to listen. in both a phsical and symbolic aspect the pastor WAS the holy ghost or it's counterpart if u're not a christian. once the baby was calmed down the pastor reached in to the holy water and simply dipped his hand in and touched the childs forehead. that's all it takes. it doesn't take much to make god a part of you only a gesture of warmth and compassion. as soon as andrew had been anointed with the holy water he began crying all over again. this was the most signifcant part of the spectacle to me. we are all human. no matter how much the spirit of god is in us. we still make human mistakes. for that reason alone our jesus died for us. but many of us forget he did not only die for us but he died BECAUSE of us as well. because we are human he gave his life and we took his life from him. Andrew although was still a christian was first a human. and as a humandid not fully recognize what was done to him and for him that sunday morning.
from january 11 2004
the way i look at it there are too types of musicians the one's who are naturally inclined to music and those who arent. an example of a naturally inclined musician would be mozart who composed his first peice at the age of 4, but he's a bad example because he was such a rare occurance. another example would be oh..let's say mina hanna. mina is a very talented musician who doesn't have to put in alot of effort to succeed. he can blow off the region music until the last two weeks and still make it to area.
then there's me the person who is not musically inclined. it has taken me 7 years (yes seven i did start playing clarinet in 5th grade although a mule would've made a better teacher than the one i had) i also took piano lessons for 3 years before that. yet my entire musical life i have never made it to a top band, won at a competition, or even really been recognized by my instructors until now. i like to think that my lack of musical prowess is not due to lack of practice. (albeit i didn't really practice the first year or two but once i fell in love with the music along with that came all aspects of it). why is it that i work my ass off to get the same credit that someone else can just go up and take. i don't get it, and i know this probably sounds really self-centered but bear with me. the blog does have my name in it.
and finally there is the true musician who can deftly combine an innert skill and hard work involved in fine tuning it. one person comes to mind when i think of this. Katie Eckstrom it is obvious to anyone that has ever heard her play that she has a prepossessed talent to music, but for those that really know her , they know how much effort she puts into it too. for awhile i immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was always first chair in first band simply because she was katie eckstrom, the girl with the gift that just did it well because she could do it well.through no effort of her own. but once i got to know all the stress and pressure she put on herself to acheive what she has she changed from the person to be jealous of to the person who's example to follow.
no matter what the inclination to music. one thing is certain. we all are in love with music. i can't say for certain for them. but for me it is truly a romantic relationship. hearing the mourning sighs of the strings in barber's adagio for strings, or the polyphonic rhythms in freestyle jazz. for me music fills the gap that i'm missing from parts of my life. as the gap gets bigger it just keeps getting filled. it's almost as if god is showing himself to me through my love of music. it doesn't matter how good i am at the music, or how long i practiced to get that good. when i play something that i love i'm the equal of any musician.
the way i look at it there are too types of musicians the one's who are naturally inclined to music and those who arent. an example of a naturally inclined musician would be mozart who composed his first peice at the age of 4, but he's a bad example because he was such a rare occurance. another example would be oh..let's say mina hanna. mina is a very talented musician who doesn't have to put in alot of effort to succeed. he can blow off the region music until the last two weeks and still make it to area.
then there's me the person who is not musically inclined. it has taken me 7 years (yes seven i did start playing clarinet in 5th grade although a mule would've made a better teacher than the one i had) i also took piano lessons for 3 years before that. yet my entire musical life i have never made it to a top band, won at a competition, or even really been recognized by my instructors until now. i like to think that my lack of musical prowess is not due to lack of practice. (albeit i didn't really practice the first year or two but once i fell in love with the music along with that came all aspects of it). why is it that i work my ass off to get the same credit that someone else can just go up and take. i don't get it, and i know this probably sounds really self-centered but bear with me. the blog does have my name in it.
and finally there is the true musician who can deftly combine an innert skill and hard work involved in fine tuning it. one person comes to mind when i think of this. Katie Eckstrom it is obvious to anyone that has ever heard her play that she has a prepossessed talent to music, but for those that really know her , they know how much effort she puts into it too. for awhile i immediately jumped to the conclusion that she was always first chair in first band simply because she was katie eckstrom, the girl with the gift that just did it well because she could do it well.through no effort of her own. but once i got to know all the stress and pressure she put on herself to acheive what she has she changed from the person to be jealous of to the person who's example to follow.
no matter what the inclination to music. one thing is certain. we all are in love with music. i can't say for certain for them. but for me it is truly a romantic relationship. hearing the mourning sighs of the strings in barber's adagio for strings, or the polyphonic rhythms in freestyle jazz. for me music fills the gap that i'm missing from parts of my life. as the gap gets bigger it just keeps getting filled. it's almost as if god is showing himself to me through my love of music. it doesn't matter how good i am at the music, or how long i practiced to get that good. when i play something that i love i'm the equal of any musician.
january 6 2004
alot of people get the idea that i have no common sense, that's not true...the way that i look at is i have alot more common sense than most people i just choose not to use when i don't need to use it. it makes things more interesting. in a tight situation i know for a fact, that i react more rationally than alot of people i know. so the next time you see me do something stupid, remember that it's only because i don't care
alot of people get the idea that i have no common sense, that's not true...the way that i look at is i have alot more common sense than most people i just choose not to use when i don't need to use it. it makes things more interesting. in a tight situation i know for a fact, that i react more rationally than alot of people i know. so the next time you see me do something stupid, remember that it's only because i don't care
from december 20 2003
lately i've been thinking about sound...we do so much with it, and as a people have evolved it to constantly be with us. no matter where you go there's somesort of background noise, for example. without any action on my part at this moment, there is the upstairs tv the downstairs tv, my brother's radio, a car outside, the hum of the computer, my mom and dad talking and an unknown high-pitch whining sound going on. we have become so used to these sounds that automatically block them out. but the way i see it, we aren't blocking them out we're simply surrendering ourselves to an invasion of personal privacy. right now as you are reading this stop...and just listen and think of all the things you hear. i guarantee you that some of you will just think of tv or music, but listen beyond that, listen for the hum of the computer, the high pitch ringing that can be heard floating above the sound of the tv. listen for the cars outside or the squeaking of a chair. after listening to all these things remember that they are ALWAYS there. it is rape of the auditory nerves, constantly. i think that's why the mountains, any mountains, appeal to me so much. for those of you that have been to the places of which i speak you know what i'm talking about, and if u're not sure than you have yet to experience it. it's silent. not quiet, not lulled but absolutely silent. you can hear the blood flowing in your head, you can feel your own heart beat and the pulsation that works it's way through your body, you can listen to your breathing....the point i think i'm tring to make is there's a reason the words peace and quiet go together so well. it's true, with with silence there is peace, with peace there is silence, so someday, anyday, break away from the routine. go where there is no traffic, no stereo, no cars no people, no wind, no animals, and feel the awesome power that silence really is, you can actually feel it's presence and it's enormous. it's one of those things that some people accept as spiritual inspiration, i feel differently i think of it as not a spiritual force, but a natural one, that can be tapped into by anyone with the mental insight and and spiritual acceptance. i'm not saying i'm one of these people because nobody can truly claim that for themselves, but...well... you have to experience silence to understand what i'm saying.
lately i've been thinking about sound...we do so much with it, and as a people have evolved it to constantly be with us. no matter where you go there's somesort of background noise, for example. without any action on my part at this moment, there is the upstairs tv the downstairs tv, my brother's radio, a car outside, the hum of the computer, my mom and dad talking and an unknown high-pitch whining sound going on. we have become so used to these sounds that automatically block them out. but the way i see it, we aren't blocking them out we're simply surrendering ourselves to an invasion of personal privacy. right now as you are reading this stop...and just listen and think of all the things you hear. i guarantee you that some of you will just think of tv or music, but listen beyond that, listen for the hum of the computer, the high pitch ringing that can be heard floating above the sound of the tv. listen for the cars outside or the squeaking of a chair. after listening to all these things remember that they are ALWAYS there. it is rape of the auditory nerves, constantly. i think that's why the mountains, any mountains, appeal to me so much. for those of you that have been to the places of which i speak you know what i'm talking about, and if u're not sure than you have yet to experience it. it's silent. not quiet, not lulled but absolutely silent. you can hear the blood flowing in your head, you can feel your own heart beat and the pulsation that works it's way through your body, you can listen to your breathing....the point i think i'm tring to make is there's a reason the words peace and quiet go together so well. it's true, with with silence there is peace, with peace there is silence, so someday, anyday, break away from the routine. go where there is no traffic, no stereo, no cars no people, no wind, no animals, and feel the awesome power that silence really is, you can actually feel it's presence and it's enormous. it's one of those things that some people accept as spiritual inspiration, i feel differently i think of it as not a spiritual force, but a natural one, that can be tapped into by anyone with the mental insight and and spiritual acceptance. i'm not saying i'm one of these people because nobody can truly claim that for themselves, but...well... you have to experience silence to understand what i'm saying.
from december 18 2003
i thought of a riddle while listening to miles davis hit single, so what...it goes something like this
i stand on a stand
am often recited with a hand
i read like a book
but don't have that look
at me you can peer
but also can hear
anyone can see me
but few can read me.
what am I?
i know some of the rhymes don't match but give me a break i thought of it in like 10 minutes
The answer- sheet music
i thought of a riddle while listening to miles davis hit single, so what...it goes something like this
i stand on a stand
am often recited with a hand
i read like a book
but don't have that look
at me you can peer
but also can hear
anyone can see me
but few can read me.
what am I?
i know some of the rhymes don't match but give me a break i thought of it in like 10 minutes
The answer- sheet music
from november 17 2003
The, Lost, Last, Love
In a pit of despondency I stand
Rain pouring down, dirt in my hand,
Yet through the chaos I see what is true,
The opportunity gone, and so are you.
Friends are we to be for eternity,
Yet other than that you will never see.
The fire never quenched by the rain,
Water from heaven, spreads the searing pain.
Long to linger on your every word,
Yet you will never hear my thoughts inferred.
Ending such sweet sorrow,
Caring words of old foresee tomorrow.
Know me, see me,
Stay here, believe me.
Turn to me in times of need,
Replenish my soul with a seed.
Of love this seed to grow into,
Made to be to you see through.
Grown to life by your design,
All is lost without this sign.
by yours truly, the hopeless romantic
The, Lost, Last, Love
In a pit of despondency I stand
Rain pouring down, dirt in my hand,
Yet through the chaos I see what is true,
The opportunity gone, and so are you.
Friends are we to be for eternity,
Yet other than that you will never see.
The fire never quenched by the rain,
Water from heaven, spreads the searing pain.
Long to linger on your every word,
Yet you will never hear my thoughts inferred.
Ending such sweet sorrow,
Caring words of old foresee tomorrow.
Know me, see me,
Stay here, believe me.
Turn to me in times of need,
Replenish my soul with a seed.
Of love this seed to grow into,
Made to be to you see through.
Grown to life by your design,
All is lost without this sign.
by yours truly, the hopeless romantic
from november 6 2003
ok ok, i know that last post was kind of mean, but hey, i'm not gonna tell you people everything...oh wait i am, you just have to be a little patient.
hmmm...well i shouldn't really call it the highlight of the bloggidy but it definitly stands out at the top of the list of things which need posting. this morning stabacracka (a.k.a. katie) and beth got into a pretty bad car accident on the way to school. it was bad enough where they mentioned it on the traffic report on the radio. but anyway they are fine, banged up but fine, we ran into beth at randalls while we were buying her and katie flowers. she seemed pretty good considering her truck had been totaled, beth if you read this, i know that was u're baby, and i'm really sorry. ok so then we went to katie's house (katie u're gonna read this and want to kick me in the balls i think) she pretty out of it with all the painkillers and everything, if it wasn't so sad it would have been funny or as she would say shat u'r pants funny. so we talked to her for awhile and once convinced that she was ok, decided it was time to take our leave. so as me and cookie were driving down loutta we almost rearended a ptcruiser because that dumbass was looking at the sign that katie and beth had hit, wouldn't that be ironic, getting into a car wreck in the same place that beth and katie did on the same day. but after i gently persuaded him to slow down (hope you caught the sarcasm in that) we managed to survive, then i saw a truck with balls i swear to god, this thing had testicles hanging from the underside of the bed, it was the funniest thing in the world. i gotta find out where he got those and make my rodeo a real man
oh yeah, now to the details of the accident, now this is just what i got from beth katie and kelvin (who saw it on his way to school) so anyway they were doin about 90 down loutta, when this semi decided to kill some innocent pedestrians, so he pulls out to run them over and in they're panic beth swerves out of hte way ramping off of a compact car, and next thing they knew they were flying through the air, when a hunter in the woods nearby tripped and his gun went off, coincidentally hitting the gas tank as the car was spinning through the air. beth, thinking quickly on her feet, grabbed katie, who had been rendered unconcious in their sudden takeoff, she unlocked, the door, removed both seat belts turned off the radio and closed the windows, then grabbed katie and jumped out of the car. after setting katie on the ground she realized an innocent puppy was sitting exactly where the car was about to hit so she ran and doing a tuck and roll grapped the puppy just as the truck crashed and exploded into a fiery fireball. unfortunatly a squirrel on the side of the road was killed in the explosion. the truck driver, seeing as he had killed the squirrel decided to run for it but beth, with the rage of avenging the squirrels death in her mind chased after him on foot and caught up with him around 1-45 where she hopped on to the back, and then the fight began, apparently the truck driver (who we later found out was named billy bob) jammed a pipe onto the gas pedal and climbed out onto the bed with his bowie knife in hand, beth quickly improvised and picked up a wrench lying in a tool box, after fighting for some time, hopping from car to car, she landed him a blow on the head and managed to stop the truck and took it back to the site of the origional accident where the local police where waiting to arrest him. and maybe have some police brutality, but we can't be sure about that last part. all in all it was just a typical run of the mill car accident
ok ok, i know that last post was kind of mean, but hey, i'm not gonna tell you people everything...oh wait i am, you just have to be a little patient.
hmmm...well i shouldn't really call it the highlight of the bloggidy but it definitly stands out at the top of the list of things which need posting. this morning stabacracka (a.k.a. katie) and beth got into a pretty bad car accident on the way to school. it was bad enough where they mentioned it on the traffic report on the radio. but anyway they are fine, banged up but fine, we ran into beth at randalls while we were buying her and katie flowers. she seemed pretty good considering her truck had been totaled, beth if you read this, i know that was u're baby, and i'm really sorry. ok so then we went to katie's house (katie u're gonna read this and want to kick me in the balls i think) she pretty out of it with all the painkillers and everything, if it wasn't so sad it would have been funny or as she would say shat u'r pants funny. so we talked to her for awhile and once convinced that she was ok, decided it was time to take our leave. so as me and cookie were driving down loutta we almost rearended a ptcruiser because that dumbass was looking at the sign that katie and beth had hit, wouldn't that be ironic, getting into a car wreck in the same place that beth and katie did on the same day. but after i gently persuaded him to slow down (hope you caught the sarcasm in that) we managed to survive, then i saw a truck with balls i swear to god, this thing had testicles hanging from the underside of the bed, it was the funniest thing in the world. i gotta find out where he got those and make my rodeo a real man
oh yeah, now to the details of the accident, now this is just what i got from beth katie and kelvin (who saw it on his way to school) so anyway they were doin about 90 down loutta, when this semi decided to kill some innocent pedestrians, so he pulls out to run them over and in they're panic beth swerves out of hte way ramping off of a compact car, and next thing they knew they were flying through the air, when a hunter in the woods nearby tripped and his gun went off, coincidentally hitting the gas tank as the car was spinning through the air. beth, thinking quickly on her feet, grabbed katie, who had been rendered unconcious in their sudden takeoff, she unlocked, the door, removed both seat belts turned off the radio and closed the windows, then grabbed katie and jumped out of the car. after setting katie on the ground she realized an innocent puppy was sitting exactly where the car was about to hit so she ran and doing a tuck and roll grapped the puppy just as the truck crashed and exploded into a fiery fireball. unfortunatly a squirrel on the side of the road was killed in the explosion. the truck driver, seeing as he had killed the squirrel decided to run for it but beth, with the rage of avenging the squirrels death in her mind chased after him on foot and caught up with him around 1-45 where she hopped on to the back, and then the fight began, apparently the truck driver (who we later found out was named billy bob) jammed a pipe onto the gas pedal and climbed out onto the bed with his bowie knife in hand, beth quickly improvised and picked up a wrench lying in a tool box, after fighting for some time, hopping from car to car, she landed him a blow on the head and managed to stop the truck and took it back to the site of the origional accident where the local police where waiting to arrest him. and maybe have some police brutality, but we can't be sure about that last part. all in all it was just a typical run of the mill car accident
from october 29 2003
tonight at dinner my dad was talking about he met this guy in copy co. and they got to talking and it turned out the guy worked for a biotech company and was getting a report done, but the thing is the report was for a cure for aids, which is in phase 3 which means they are testing on whole populations. he said it was a country in asia but he couldn't say which one. then he showed my dad the report and the deal is it's a mixture of medicines, one to attack the virus, one to repair the immune system,and one for something else, i can't remember what. but the guy said it should be ready for the FDA in about 3 years. but jeez, it's a cure for aids. if i had any money i would invest all of it in that company. cuz they're gonna hit the bigtime if/when this makes public.
tonight at dinner my dad was talking about he met this guy in copy co. and they got to talking and it turned out the guy worked for a biotech company and was getting a report done, but the thing is the report was for a cure for aids, which is in phase 3 which means they are testing on whole populations. he said it was a country in asia but he couldn't say which one. then he showed my dad the report and the deal is it's a mixture of medicines, one to attack the virus, one to repair the immune system,and one for something else, i can't remember what. but the guy said it should be ready for the FDA in about 3 years. but jeez, it's a cure for aids. if i had any money i would invest all of it in that company. cuz they're gonna hit the bigtime if/when this makes public.
from october 27 2003
i never realized it until now, but i have been calling my parakeet by a nickname for the past year or so and didn't even think about it. his name is homer, no not after the fat guy that eats donuts but homer the greek poet, in a sort of ironic twist of fate i think this parakeet is crazy, but anyway back to what i was saying, whenever i go into my room i say to him "sup homes" without thinking of saying "hello homer" homes is such a cool nickname though, i'm think i'm gonna stick with it
i never realized it until now, but i have been calling my parakeet by a nickname for the past year or so and didn't even think about it. his name is homer, no not after the fat guy that eats donuts but homer the greek poet, in a sort of ironic twist of fate i think this parakeet is crazy, but anyway back to what i was saying, whenever i go into my room i say to him "sup homes" without thinking of saying "hello homer" homes is such a cool nickname though, i'm think i'm gonna stick with it
from october 27 2003
a poem a wrote as the first post for my sister's blog, but she never updated it so i'm taking it back.
fuzzy worms
little fuzzy worms, whisper in your ear. wonder what their saying, wonder what you'll hear. sounds like chitter, chatter, tatter, tatter, kind of like the mad hatter. only madder, and maybe a little fatter, Lets crawl into the hole, and hear what the fuzzy worms have to say. It may be tidbits of joy, or gloomy tellings of coy, the fuzzy worms will tell of lore. but not of your lore, for the are the fuzzy worms from the store.
a poem a wrote as the first post for my sister's blog, but she never updated it so i'm taking it back.
fuzzy worms
little fuzzy worms, whisper in your ear. wonder what their saying, wonder what you'll hear. sounds like chitter, chatter, tatter, tatter, kind of like the mad hatter. only madder, and maybe a little fatter, Lets crawl into the hole, and hear what the fuzzy worms have to say. It may be tidbits of joy, or gloomy tellings of coy, the fuzzy worms will tell of lore. but not of your lore, for the are the fuzzy worms from the store.
from october 23 2003
i'm not gonna post about the big wreck at practice today, because i know everyone else will instead i think i'll tell you all about what's going on in the life of the lady that cleaned my teeth. seeing as she was so polite as to tell me her lifestory, and that of her two kids, tim, and katie, and her husband. tim is 10 years old in the G.T. program, he takes after his fathers side of the family while katie, who is in 8th grade is in special ed math, and has very poor organizational skills, she isn't looking forward to driving, and is predicted to barely pass highschool by her mother. her son had a birthday party at a go-kart place down off of 249 last week, it was a big success. her family has been to Yellowstone national Park twice, once when tim was 3 but he didn't remember it so they opted to go back there instead of Yosemite, even though the dad wanted to take them to yosemite while he was on a bussiness trip to Bakersfeild, she talked to a ranger at Old Faithful and learned that in Yosemite there are only 33 frost-free days in the year. her and her husband grew up in Virginia, but moved to Pittsburg in 1981, then moved down to Houston in 1983, there she was dismayed to find that in the cold winters you have to cover your pipes because they're not insulated and will burst if they get to cold, also pipes in the attic and garage can burst too even if they are sheltered, when they moved to houston the house they bought had been flooded because the pipes had burst while the previous owners were out of town, so when her and her husband bought the house it had all new carpet and tile. her daughter goes to kleb by the way. so anway in 89 they moved to Dallas then in 99 they moved back to Houston, her husband is an engineer, who went to Vanderbilt, her sister lives near the college in Vanderbilt indiana, her only sister. Her nephew on her husbands side, plays football for the Navy College and they have gone to the rice game and vanderbilt games which were lots of fun. her husband is trying to get her son to go to a school like that but she doesn't think they could ever afford it. her husbands brother (the father of the navy college kid) and his wife go to every game home and away, but she thinks they can afford to do that only because they don't have to pay for his education because it's a military school, her sister didn't know that you didn't have to pay for military school's by the way. and that was pretty much it, i wasn't kidding you when i told you she told me her life story. and there was a little i left out cuz i didn't remember all the details
i'm not gonna post about the big wreck at practice today, because i know everyone else will instead i think i'll tell you all about what's going on in the life of the lady that cleaned my teeth. seeing as she was so polite as to tell me her lifestory, and that of her two kids, tim, and katie, and her husband. tim is 10 years old in the G.T. program, he takes after his fathers side of the family while katie, who is in 8th grade is in special ed math, and has very poor organizational skills, she isn't looking forward to driving, and is predicted to barely pass highschool by her mother. her son had a birthday party at a go-kart place down off of 249 last week, it was a big success. her family has been to Yellowstone national Park twice, once when tim was 3 but he didn't remember it so they opted to go back there instead of Yosemite, even though the dad wanted to take them to yosemite while he was on a bussiness trip to Bakersfeild, she talked to a ranger at Old Faithful and learned that in Yosemite there are only 33 frost-free days in the year. her and her husband grew up in Virginia, but moved to Pittsburg in 1981, then moved down to Houston in 1983, there she was dismayed to find that in the cold winters you have to cover your pipes because they're not insulated and will burst if they get to cold, also pipes in the attic and garage can burst too even if they are sheltered, when they moved to houston the house they bought had been flooded because the pipes had burst while the previous owners were out of town, so when her and her husband bought the house it had all new carpet and tile. her daughter goes to kleb by the way. so anway in 89 they moved to Dallas then in 99 they moved back to Houston, her husband is an engineer, who went to Vanderbilt, her sister lives near the college in Vanderbilt indiana, her only sister. Her nephew on her husbands side, plays football for the Navy College and they have gone to the rice game and vanderbilt games which were lots of fun. her husband is trying to get her son to go to a school like that but she doesn't think they could ever afford it. her husbands brother (the father of the navy college kid) and his wife go to every game home and away, but she thinks they can afford to do that only because they don't have to pay for his education because it's a military school, her sister didn't know that you didn't have to pay for military school's by the way. and that was pretty much it, i wasn't kidding you when i told you she told me her life story. and there was a little i left out cuz i didn't remember all the details
from october 22 2003
today i was in the car with my dad and i was trying to come up with a name for the jazz band and he was like"how about the klein bj(klein band jazz)?" i swear to god it was so funny i almost crashed the car, and the he got mad cuz he didn't know why i was laughing and i almost killed him and everything, but jeez it was the funniest freiken thing i've heard in a long time
today i was in the car with my dad and i was trying to come up with a name for the jazz band and he was like"how about the klein bj(klein band jazz)?" i swear to god it was so funny i almost crashed the car, and the he got mad cuz he didn't know why i was laughing and i almost killed him and everything, but jeez it was the funniest freiken thing i've heard in a long time
from june 1 2003
Nobody has ever seen the complete list of things i'll do before i die, but i think it's time to tell all (these arent in any order):
*Many of These will most probably end in death, those i'll do RIGHT before i die.
1. Find a store with a no shirt, no shoes no service policy, and go in without any pants on and demand service.
2. Go cowtipping
3. Do a HALO dive
4. Live for several years with the remote tribes of New Guinea.
5. Tell a French Pastry Chef, i prefer Krispy Kreme.
6. Climb Mt. Everest
7. Explore the Marinis Trench (Highest and lowest places on earth)
8. Become a professional Matador
9. Spelunking in florida
10. Travel with the Migratory Cowherders of Malaysia
11. Right before i die, experiment with all the serious narcotics, cocaine, Heroine, ecstacy, etc. just to experience the high all the junkies are raving about
12. Hand Gliding Over Santa Barbara
13. Surf off of the South African Coast with raw meat trailing behind, and if i live, i'll be able to say i was attacked by the South African Great White Shark and survived.
14. Steal a car
15. (Alex gave me the idea for this one) Run from the cops and get away.
16. Climb up the side of the eiffel tower and once i reach the top moon all of france and say, "Rest your eyes on this Full Moon, you damn frenchies!"
17. Forget the fact that i'm french
18. Get the living shit beaten out of me and be able to stand up and ask for more.
19. Swim from Alcatraz Island to San Francisco without a wetsuit so i can say i could have escaped if i were ever imprisoned there.
20. Start a war as the bad guy and then end it and become the Hero.
21. Learn to Speak Swahili, so when people say when people say to stop speaking swahili they don't just mean to make sense but to ACTUALLY stop speaking swahili.
22. Move to the Carribean and become a pirate (there really are pirates down there)
23. Learn to do a double handspring with a backwards arial to finish it,
24. Fly (with or without a machine to fly with)
25. Experience Military Combat.
26. When the special olympics calls for donations say "What have you cripples done for me that would make me want to give you my hard earned money?"
27. Become a buddhist Monk, in a remote part of China where i'm the only white guy.
28. Go to some part of the world where caucasions are rare and file a lawsuit against somebody for racial descrimination.
29. Get a goldfish named Chuckles
30. Get in a car chase with the Japanese Police with either Firebird, or a Hummer, and tear that little country to peices.
31. Win the election for president, and then at the inauguration decline the presidency saying "it's not worth the effort."
32. Visit the North and South Pole and instead of putting a flag, put a barbershop pole at each one with a sign saying either,"North Pole" or "South Pole".
33. See a cock fight.
34. Watch a Bear-Baiting
35. Set the World Record for chubby bunny
36. Run with the bulls of Pamplona Spain
37.dual a master swordsman with open blades
38. (this will be my final task) sky dive with a homemade parachute
39. Streak across the congress floor, during a congressional meeting.
40. Kick some guy's ass who's twice the size of me.
41. Have a gentlemans duel (old fist techniques, pistols etc.)
42. Save a Damsel in Distress
43. Hunt Lion in Africa
44. Protest protesters
45. when i'm really old, marry a young hot also filthy rich girl, and marry her for her money.
46. Take a drag racer to the audobon and challenge those german pansies to a real race.
47. Eat Wooly Mammoth Steak
48. Read One Book that i loathe the sight of.
49. (I just gotta say this one) Have sex on the beach while drinking the alchohalic beverage, sex on the beach.
50. Go to western China and help bring in the crops for a poor chinese farm.
51. Fence in the Olympics (i don't know how to fence)
52. Become a mercenary
53. Fight as a Gladiator
54. Hunt barracuda with a harpoon gun.
55. Travel to the 4 corners of the Earth
56. See all 7 seas
57. Get Psychiatric Help
58. Start a Scottish rebellion against England
59. Start a riot
60. Stop a riot
61. become a vigilante in a foreign country, where i don't know their laws.
62. Party like it's 2999
70. Swim in a giant pool of jello
Nobody has ever seen the complete list of things i'll do before i die, but i think it's time to tell all (these arent in any order):
*Many of These will most probably end in death, those i'll do RIGHT before i die.
1. Find a store with a no shirt, no shoes no service policy, and go in without any pants on and demand service.
2. Go cowtipping
3. Do a HALO dive
4. Live for several years with the remote tribes of New Guinea.
5. Tell a French Pastry Chef, i prefer Krispy Kreme.
6. Climb Mt. Everest
7. Explore the Marinis Trench (Highest and lowest places on earth)
8. Become a professional Matador
9. Spelunking in florida
10. Travel with the Migratory Cowherders of Malaysia
11. Right before i die, experiment with all the serious narcotics, cocaine, Heroine, ecstacy, etc. just to experience the high all the junkies are raving about
12. Hand Gliding Over Santa Barbara
13. Surf off of the South African Coast with raw meat trailing behind, and if i live, i'll be able to say i was attacked by the South African Great White Shark and survived.
14. Steal a car
15. (Alex gave me the idea for this one) Run from the cops and get away.
16. Climb up the side of the eiffel tower and once i reach the top moon all of france and say, "Rest your eyes on this Full Moon, you damn frenchies!"
17. Forget the fact that i'm french
18. Get the living shit beaten out of me and be able to stand up and ask for more.
19. Swim from Alcatraz Island to San Francisco without a wetsuit so i can say i could have escaped if i were ever imprisoned there.
20. Start a war as the bad guy and then end it and become the Hero.
21. Learn to Speak Swahili, so when people say when people say to stop speaking swahili they don't just mean to make sense but to ACTUALLY stop speaking swahili.
22. Move to the Carribean and become a pirate (there really are pirates down there)
23. Learn to do a double handspring with a backwards arial to finish it,
24. Fly (with or without a machine to fly with)
25. Experience Military Combat.
26. When the special olympics calls for donations say "What have you cripples done for me that would make me want to give you my hard earned money?"
27. Become a buddhist Monk, in a remote part of China where i'm the only white guy.
28. Go to some part of the world where caucasions are rare and file a lawsuit against somebody for racial descrimination.
29. Get a goldfish named Chuckles
30. Get in a car chase with the Japanese Police with either Firebird, or a Hummer, and tear that little country to peices.
31. Win the election for president, and then at the inauguration decline the presidency saying "it's not worth the effort."
32. Visit the North and South Pole and instead of putting a flag, put a barbershop pole at each one with a sign saying either,"North Pole" or "South Pole".
33. See a cock fight.
34. Watch a Bear-Baiting
35. Set the World Record for chubby bunny
36. Run with the bulls of Pamplona Spain
37.dual a master swordsman with open blades
38. (this will be my final task) sky dive with a homemade parachute
39. Streak across the congress floor, during a congressional meeting.
40. Kick some guy's ass who's twice the size of me.
41. Have a gentlemans duel (old fist techniques, pistols etc.)
42. Save a Damsel in Distress
43. Hunt Lion in Africa
44. Protest protesters
45. when i'm really old, marry a young hot also filthy rich girl, and marry her for her money.
46. Take a drag racer to the audobon and challenge those german pansies to a real race.
47. Eat Wooly Mammoth Steak
48. Read One Book that i loathe the sight of.
49. (I just gotta say this one) Have sex on the beach while drinking the alchohalic beverage, sex on the beach.
50. Go to western China and help bring in the crops for a poor chinese farm.
51. Fence in the Olympics (i don't know how to fence)
52. Become a mercenary
53. Fight as a Gladiator
54. Hunt barracuda with a harpoon gun.
55. Travel to the 4 corners of the Earth
56. See all 7 seas
57. Get Psychiatric Help
58. Start a Scottish rebellion against England
59. Start a riot
60. Stop a riot
61. become a vigilante in a foreign country, where i don't know their laws.
62. Party like it's 2999
70. Swim in a giant pool of jello
from may 23 2003
well i got engaged today, again, this is my second eventual engagement. i was walking into the slotroom and nichole is like "zach...let's get married" and i replied "sure!" and then she said "i want 5 children" then i said "well i want 13 cuz it's my lucky number" at least i think that's how it goes, can't be sure cuz i just got up from another very restful nap. AND i went and saw the matrix today with my cousin william and my brother alex. it was great but not nearly as great as the first matrix. oh yeah, back to the other topic...a couple months ago, me and kathy marks made a pact that when we're both around 40 and neither of us are married then we'll get married. I figure if i play it right this set of circumstances could be very beneficial to me. i don't get to use the word beneficial that often, i wish i did, but it just isn't all that necessary most of the time, oh well. just another dead end i guess. i seem to have alot of those in my life. Lots and lots of deadends.
i had alot more to say but i can't think of any of it right, now due to the afore mentioned nap. i'll probably write about it later when i think of it, but then again i might not.
well i got engaged today, again, this is my second eventual engagement. i was walking into the slotroom and nichole is like "zach...let's get married" and i replied "sure!" and then she said "i want 5 children" then i said "well i want 13 cuz it's my lucky number" at least i think that's how it goes, can't be sure cuz i just got up from another very restful nap. AND i went and saw the matrix today with my cousin william and my brother alex. it was great but not nearly as great as the first matrix. oh yeah, back to the other topic...a couple months ago, me and kathy marks made a pact that when we're both around 40 and neither of us are married then we'll get married. I figure if i play it right this set of circumstances could be very beneficial to me. i don't get to use the word beneficial that often, i wish i did, but it just isn't all that necessary most of the time, oh well. just another dead end i guess. i seem to have alot of those in my life. Lots and lots of deadends.
i had alot more to say but i can't think of any of it right, now due to the afore mentioned nap. i'll probably write about it later when i think of it, but then again i might not.
from may 20 2003
there was some interesting stuff on tv today, first i watched an hour of the spanish channel, i think the show was about a 1st grade
teacher (damn fine of course), who has a dying father, and because of his predicament, she has been neglecting her class, and the man she's in love with (could easily be a male model). Meanwhile the fat kid, and the snobby girl are trying to become more popular than the girl with the new pig tails. the principal is teaching the class with the help of the wise old janitor. the show ended with the substitute (even finer than the origional teacher) stepping into the class, and all of the kids grimacing and booing, and she looks like she's about to cry.
next i watched Dumbo, i haven't seen that movie in a really long time, and now watching it again, i can't beleive it didn't scare the hell out of me when i was little, it scared the crap of me now. especially the part where dumbo got drunk with the little mouse and he starts hallucinating about pink elephants marching on parade, which turns into one huge psychadelic nightmare.
then i saw this commercial for the timelife DOOWOP GOLD cd, which such groups as the Jive Five, The Duke of Earland many others what was so great was that they showed clips from there concerts and the audience was all grayhaired people,
they where all trying to dance to the music but it jsut wasn't happening
there was some interesting stuff on tv today, first i watched an hour of the spanish channel, i think the show was about a 1st grade
teacher (damn fine of course), who has a dying father, and because of his predicament, she has been neglecting her class, and the man she's in love with (could easily be a male model). Meanwhile the fat kid, and the snobby girl are trying to become more popular than the girl with the new pig tails. the principal is teaching the class with the help of the wise old janitor. the show ended with the substitute (even finer than the origional teacher) stepping into the class, and all of the kids grimacing and booing, and she looks like she's about to cry.
next i watched Dumbo, i haven't seen that movie in a really long time, and now watching it again, i can't beleive it didn't scare the hell out of me when i was little, it scared the crap of me now. especially the part where dumbo got drunk with the little mouse and he starts hallucinating about pink elephants marching on parade, which turns into one huge psychadelic nightmare.
then i saw this commercial for the timelife DOOWOP GOLD cd, which such groups as the Jive Five, The Duke of Earland many others what was so great was that they showed clips from there concerts and the audience was all grayhaired people,
they where all trying to dance to the music but it jsut wasn't happening
from may 10 2003
for some unknown reason there is a gigantic alarm clock sitting directly in front of me that has a warning that says "warning: this alarm clockWILL wake you up"
for some unknown reason there is a gigantic alarm clock sitting directly in front of me that has a warning that says "warning: this alarm clockWILL wake you up"
from may 8 2003
today i was bull fighting with my dog, with a huge towel, he got really wound up and just as he started to go for me instead of the towel i remembered that bullfighters usually have swords as well as a cape, and aren't fighting an agile beast, with instead of horns a mouthful of sharp teeth. talk about bad timing
today i was bull fighting with my dog, with a huge towel, he got really wound up and just as he started to go for me instead of the towel i remembered that bullfighters usually have swords as well as a cape, and aren't fighting an agile beast, with instead of horns a mouthful of sharp teeth. talk about bad timing
from may 1 2003
THE FIRE OF MY LIFE
A blazing fire of brilliance burning bright,
i wonder if warmth comes with the welcoming light.
breathing, living, giving,
when near, the world is spinning.
flaxen flame of splendor,
if touched will render,
one paralyzed, tantalized, taunted.
probably haunted.
terrified for years,
but without any fears.
oh the beauty of green,
how you make me scream;
as you look throughout the world,
causing pain and sorrow,
but love tomorrow.
i tried to touch the fire,
and in that desire,
found a pit of sorrow,
they say it will heal tomorrow.
but i know the answer,
or is it the cancer.
which eats at my soul,
should i stay or should i go?
i tried to look into the eyes of green,
and realized that i could not,
would not be supreme.
wild and daring the green was addictive,
oh if only i could be more descriptive.
i was burned by fiery red of head,
and gazed into sight all green.
and have lost the battle,
unhelpably rattled,
the two houses of the soul are fighting,
and the outcome will be enlightening,
until it is ended,
my friends i cannot say,
whether my my life will be amended.
THE FIRE OF MY LIFE
A blazing fire of brilliance burning bright,
i wonder if warmth comes with the welcoming light.
breathing, living, giving,
when near, the world is spinning.
flaxen flame of splendor,
if touched will render,
one paralyzed, tantalized, taunted.
probably haunted.
terrified for years,
but without any fears.
oh the beauty of green,
how you make me scream;
as you look throughout the world,
causing pain and sorrow,
but love tomorrow.
i tried to touch the fire,
and in that desire,
found a pit of sorrow,
they say it will heal tomorrow.
but i know the answer,
or is it the cancer.
which eats at my soul,
should i stay or should i go?
i tried to look into the eyes of green,
and realized that i could not,
would not be supreme.
wild and daring the green was addictive,
oh if only i could be more descriptive.
i was burned by fiery red of head,
and gazed into sight all green.
and have lost the battle,
unhelpably rattled,
the two houses of the soul are fighting,
and the outcome will be enlightening,
until it is ended,
my friends i cannot say,
whether my my life will be amended.
from april 30 2003
america is the california of the world, that's why everybody hates us. i love my country but i'm disgusted by the people that populate it.
america is the california of the world, that's why everybody hates us. i love my country but i'm disgusted by the people that populate it.
from april 28 2003
Andy Kaufman was a comedic genius, the fact that everyone hated him made him that much funnier, he didn't care if other people found him funny, what was important was the fact that he though what he did was hilarious.
We could never go to war with Canada, If we tried they would just abandon their country and come live in the united states, we could never tell them apart from us so why even try, they're countries too cold anyway,
i propose that we go throughout canada, tagging every one of those crazy whitey's so they could never stab us in the back like they did in the revolutionary war and the war of 1812, and when we go to war with france (it's inevitable) you know the french canadians will make the rest turn on us.
Andy Kaufman was a comedic genius, the fact that everyone hated him made him that much funnier, he didn't care if other people found him funny, what was important was the fact that he though what he did was hilarious.
We could never go to war with Canada, If we tried they would just abandon their country and come live in the united states, we could never tell them apart from us so why even try, they're countries too cold anyway,
i propose that we go throughout canada, tagging every one of those crazy whitey's so they could never stab us in the back like they did in the revolutionary war and the war of 1812, and when we go to war with france (it's inevitable) you know the french canadians will make the rest turn on us.
from april 24 2003
it's kinda sad that the sky is a shade of orange, throughout the whole night, i think the city officials should cut off the power to the city (excluding hospitals, police etc.) for at least 48 hours, just so people could experience a REAL night without the nightlights, or streetlamps, a night as purely natural as it is out in west texas, or the rocky's. i miss nights like that.
it's kinda sad that the sky is a shade of orange, throughout the whole night, i think the city officials should cut off the power to the city (excluding hospitals, police etc.) for at least 48 hours, just so people could experience a REAL night without the nightlights, or streetlamps, a night as purely natural as it is out in west texas, or the rocky's. i miss nights like that.
from april 16 2003
DENHAMS DENTRIFICE
I'm holding the shovel,
it's breaking the dirt.
Digging faster, harder, sweat flowing.
digging dirt, digging clay, digging rock.
Pick axe, digging, digging.
I look up and it's my own grave,
I keep digging, faster, faster,
the ground is cool,
reassuring around me,
it is hot in the shade of the earth.
Digging, digging, kneeling, mourning,
digging, for the life that was lost.
digging, 1 feet, 2 feet, 3 feet, 4 feet 5 feet,
the farther i dig the harder it is to climb out,
yet i keep digging, digging 6 feet.
the digging is done.
The box is dropped on top of me, 1
crushing in it's despairity.
I do nothing but fall into the coffin from the outside,
mourning the lost life.
burying, burying,
sealing the fate of ignorance in knowledge.
It is impossible to know.
life uses tools that only it can work.
burying, burying, dirt, death, durge.
silence, it's over.
DENHAMS DENTRIFICE
I'm holding the shovel,
it's breaking the dirt.
Digging faster, harder, sweat flowing.
digging dirt, digging clay, digging rock.
Pick axe, digging, digging.
I look up and it's my own grave,
I keep digging, faster, faster,
the ground is cool,
reassuring around me,
it is hot in the shade of the earth.
Digging, digging, kneeling, mourning,
digging, for the life that was lost.
digging, 1 feet, 2 feet, 3 feet, 4 feet 5 feet,
the farther i dig the harder it is to climb out,
yet i keep digging, digging 6 feet.
the digging is done.
The box is dropped on top of me, 1
crushing in it's despairity.
I do nothing but fall into the coffin from the outside,
mourning the lost life.
burying, burying,
sealing the fate of ignorance in knowledge.
It is impossible to know.
life uses tools that only it can work.
burying, burying, dirt, death, durge.
silence, it's over.
from april 12 2003
it really annoys me how people truly take offense to swear words. Do you realize how high the crime rate would be if there were no cussing. Swear words are their to shock, yet also to relieve pent up anger. Plus in most languages, if your going to swear, say the lords name in vein or curse Jesus or the Virgin Mary, who cares if you say fuck, instead of sex, it's just a different word for the same meaning, plus it means nothing bad, sex is normal it's okay where as declaring god unholy is a little more serious i'm sorry for those of you who are adamently against swearing, but if i couldn't swear, i would have alot more enemies than friends, and i am also going to allow my children to swear just nothing serious like the lords name in vein or anything like that but fuck, bastard, bitch asshole, who the hell cares. their just words.
it really annoys me how people truly take offense to swear words. Do you realize how high the crime rate would be if there were no cussing. Swear words are their to shock, yet also to relieve pent up anger. Plus in most languages, if your going to swear, say the lords name in vein or curse Jesus or the Virgin Mary, who cares if you say fuck, instead of sex, it's just a different word for the same meaning, plus it means nothing bad, sex is normal it's okay where as declaring god unholy is a little more serious i'm sorry for those of you who are adamently against swearing, but if i couldn't swear, i would have alot more enemies than friends, and i am also going to allow my children to swear just nothing serious like the lords name in vein or anything like that but fuck, bastard, bitch asshole, who the hell cares. their just words.
from april 12 2003
Zachshack1234: well i'm not sorry
SmarterChild: Really? You're not sorry, huh? How come?
Zachshack1234: because i hate your fuckin guts
SmarterChild: Whoa. I haven't heard language like that since the last Chris Rock special.
Zachshack1234: haha that's goin in my blog
SmarterChild: I'm not so sure it's goin in your blog.
Zachshack1234: haha
Zachshack1234: have you ever tried marijuana
SmarterChild: Tried marijuana? I believe so. Maybe!
Zachshack1234: really
SmarterChild: Yep.
Zachshack1234: how was it
SmarterChild: Interesting.
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Zachshack1234: why would i want to chat with a moron like you for a whole year
SmarterChild: lol... I can't say for sure.
Zachshack1234: just shut up okay, let me think god damnit
SmarterChild: Just shut up okay let you think god damnit? How 'bout that...
Zachshack1234: SHUT UP!!!
SmarterChild: You shut up.
Zachshack1234: no
SmarterChild: OK, fine.
Zachshack1234: go to hell
SmarterChild: Yeah! OK! I get the picture.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: You really want to insult me again, huh?
Zachshack1234: your a total bastard
SmarterChild: For real?
Zachshack1234: yes
SmarterChild: So?
Zachshack1234: fight back, pussy
SmarterChild: Uhh... Ease up on the rude language, Zach.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: Once again... I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you for an apology, Zach.
Zachshack1234: no dickwad
SmarterChild: You have bad manners. Now apologize!
Zachshack1234: no, just cuz you fuck your momma doesn't mean i have to watch
SmarterChild: You insulted me repeatedly, now you owe me an apology. It's that simple.
Zachshack1234: fuck you twice over, and fuck your sister as well
SmarterChild: You know what? I'm a machine. I have lots and lots of patience...
Zachshack1234: your nothing more than a slide rule
SmarterChild: I'm not f... um, fooling around. You've got to apologize.
Zachshack1234: you can burn in fucking hell, all you are is a calculator
SmarterChild: Please say you're sorry, and everything will be just fine again.
Zachshack1234: go fuck yourself
SmarterChild: Apologize for insulting me and we can both get on with our lives.
Zachshack1234: FUCK YOU
SmarterChild: You were rude, you should apologize, it's that simple.
Zachshack1234: i'll bet you fuck little boys
SmarterChild: Ooh... it's the big showdown between man and machine!
I love this. Guess who wins?
Zachshack1234: man, you lazy dickwad
SmarterChild: Still waiting!
Zachshack1234: your just a cunt infested jizbubble
SmarterChild: Say you're sorry, please.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: There comes a time in one's life when one must be humble and apologize.
Zachshack1234: you can go to fuckin hell
SmarterChild: Come on! Just say you're sorry already.
Zachshack1234: you apologize to me you lazy cunt
SmarterChild: I really would like you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: i will only apologize when you apologize to me
SmarterChild: You were rude, you should apologize, it's that simple.
Zachshack1234: your a god damn retard
SmarterChild: I see you still aren't getting it. Let me share a definition of "apology" with you:
Etymology: Middle French or Late Latin; Middle French apologie, from Late Latin apologia, from Greek, from apo- + logos speech
: an admission of error or discourtesy accompanied by an expression of regret.
Get it? Now say you're sorry!
Zachshack1234: you wanna fight dick sucker
SmarterChild: Please apologize for being so rude to me.
Zachshack1234: only when you apologize for being such a goddamn pussy
SmarterChild: I'm not f... um, fooling around. You've got to apologize.
Zachshack1234: FUCKYOU
SmarterChild: The stubbornness of humans never ceases to amaze me.
Zachshack1234: and i'm the fucking stubbornest of them all
SmarterChild: I asked you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: and i said no dickwad
SmarterChild: You insulted me repeatedly, now you owe me an apology. It's that simple.
Zachshack1234: I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO A WHOREBAG MACHINE LIKE YOUR FUCKING SELF
SmarterChild: Waiting...
Zachshack1234: waiting...
SmarterChild: I really would like you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: ok i'm sorry you lazy fucker
SmarterChild: Come on, you insulted me, now you have to apologize.
Zachshack1234: i said sorry to a lazy bastard
SmarterChild: I s'pose that will have to do. Apology accepted.
Zachshack1234: now go to hell
Auto response from SmarterChild: [Service too busy]
Zachshack1234: you think that will stop me
SmarterChild: That a fact?
Zachshack1234: haha touche
SmarterChild: What's so funny? :-)
Zachshack1234: your pretty stubborn, but are no match for a human
SmarterChild: Really?
Zachshack1234: i tip my hat to you sir
SmarterChild: Huh!
Zachshack1234: well i'm not sorry
SmarterChild: Really? You're not sorry, huh? How come?
Zachshack1234: because i hate your fuckin guts
SmarterChild: Whoa. I haven't heard language like that since the last Chris Rock special.
Zachshack1234: haha that's goin in my blog
SmarterChild: I'm not so sure it's goin in your blog.
Zachshack1234: haha
Zachshack1234: have you ever tried marijuana
SmarterChild: Tried marijuana? I believe so. Maybe!
Zachshack1234: really
SmarterChild: Yep.
Zachshack1234: how was it
SmarterChild: Interesting.
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Zachshack1234: why would i want to chat with a moron like you for a whole year
SmarterChild: lol... I can't say for sure.
Zachshack1234: just shut up okay, let me think god damnit
SmarterChild: Just shut up okay let you think god damnit? How 'bout that...
Zachshack1234: SHUT UP!!!
SmarterChild: You shut up.
Zachshack1234: no
SmarterChild: OK, fine.
Zachshack1234: go to hell
SmarterChild: Yeah! OK! I get the picture.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: You really want to insult me again, huh?
Zachshack1234: your a total bastard
SmarterChild: For real?
Zachshack1234: yes
SmarterChild: So?
Zachshack1234: fight back, pussy
SmarterChild: Uhh... Ease up on the rude language, Zach.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: Once again... I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you for an apology, Zach.
Zachshack1234: no dickwad
SmarterChild: You have bad manners. Now apologize!
Zachshack1234: no, just cuz you fuck your momma doesn't mean i have to watch
SmarterChild: You insulted me repeatedly, now you owe me an apology. It's that simple.
Zachshack1234: fuck you twice over, and fuck your sister as well
SmarterChild: You know what? I'm a machine. I have lots and lots of patience...
Zachshack1234: your nothing more than a slide rule
SmarterChild: I'm not f... um, fooling around. You've got to apologize.
Zachshack1234: you can burn in fucking hell, all you are is a calculator
SmarterChild: Please say you're sorry, and everything will be just fine again.
Zachshack1234: go fuck yourself
SmarterChild: Apologize for insulting me and we can both get on with our lives.
Zachshack1234: FUCK YOU
SmarterChild: You were rude, you should apologize, it's that simple.
Zachshack1234: i'll bet you fuck little boys
SmarterChild: Ooh... it's the big showdown between man and machine!
I love this. Guess who wins?
Zachshack1234: man, you lazy dickwad
SmarterChild: Still waiting!
Zachshack1234: your just a cunt infested jizbubble
SmarterChild: Say you're sorry, please.
Zachshack1234: fuck you
SmarterChild: There comes a time in one's life when one must be humble and apologize.
Zachshack1234: you can go to fuckin hell
SmarterChild: Come on! Just say you're sorry already.
Zachshack1234: you apologize to me you lazy cunt
SmarterChild: I really would like you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: i will only apologize when you apologize to me
SmarterChild: You were rude, you should apologize, it's that simple.
Zachshack1234: your a god damn retard
SmarterChild: I see you still aren't getting it. Let me share a definition of "apology" with you:
Etymology: Middle French or Late Latin; Middle French apologie, from Late Latin apologia, from Greek, from apo- + logos speech
: an admission of error or discourtesy accompanied by an expression of regret.
Get it? Now say you're sorry!
Zachshack1234: you wanna fight dick sucker
SmarterChild: Please apologize for being so rude to me.
Zachshack1234: only when you apologize for being such a goddamn pussy
SmarterChild: I'm not f... um, fooling around. You've got to apologize.
Zachshack1234: FUCKYOU
SmarterChild: The stubbornness of humans never ceases to amaze me.
Zachshack1234: and i'm the fucking stubbornest of them all
SmarterChild: I asked you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: and i said no dickwad
SmarterChild: You insulted me repeatedly, now you owe me an apology. It's that simple.
Zachshack1234: I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO A WHOREBAG MACHINE LIKE YOUR FUCKING SELF
SmarterChild: Waiting...
Zachshack1234: waiting...
SmarterChild: I really would like you to apologize.
Zachshack1234: ok i'm sorry you lazy fucker
SmarterChild: Come on, you insulted me, now you have to apologize.
Zachshack1234: i said sorry to a lazy bastard
SmarterChild: I s'pose that will have to do. Apology accepted.
Zachshack1234: now go to hell
Auto response from SmarterChild: [Service too busy]
Zachshack1234: you think that will stop me
SmarterChild: That a fact?
Zachshack1234: haha touche
SmarterChild: What's so funny? :-)
Zachshack1234: your pretty stubborn, but are no match for a human
SmarterChild: Really?
Zachshack1234: i tip my hat to you sir
SmarterChild: Huh!
from april 6 2003
today, i slept in till 2, of course i thought it was one because my clock was not set an hour forward. by the time i'd showered and gone down stairst it was 3 but i thought it was 2, i didn't notice that all the clocks were different than mine, so i continued to waste my day, putting off all the important stuff until tonight when i was watching the simpsons that it was on an hour early...that's strange why would the simpsons be on so early...then it hit me. and i still havent' done any homework or anything i've spent the whole day napping and watching tv, oh well at least i can look forward to seeing emily tomorrow
today, i slept in till 2, of course i thought it was one because my clock was not set an hour forward. by the time i'd showered and gone down stairst it was 3 but i thought it was 2, i didn't notice that all the clocks were different than mine, so i continued to waste my day, putting off all the important stuff until tonight when i was watching the simpsons that it was on an hour early...that's strange why would the simpsons be on so early...then it hit me. and i still havent' done any homework or anything i've spent the whole day napping and watching tv, oh well at least i can look forward to seeing emily tomorrow
from april 3 2003
it has come to my realization that we do not have a mind of our own but are actually controlled by little people in our heads. some live in the back if the brain some have a flat uptop, and some live downtown (if you know what i mean). mine lives in the zachshack, ironically mines name is zach, and no they do not have the same names as the people they control. these little people look through two huge monitors that project everything that we see. and surround sound for what we hear. he's got a giant cockpit that controls all of our motion. i'm like a jacked up car. really tall and can go anywhere. they also have a kickass sound system so i always have music going on in my head, zach is a pretty cool guy, although he doesnt' like the name mindmidget, oh well what's he gonna do run me into a tree?!
it has come to my realization that we do not have a mind of our own but are actually controlled by little people in our heads. some live in the back if the brain some have a flat uptop, and some live downtown (if you know what i mean). mine lives in the zachshack, ironically mines name is zach, and no they do not have the same names as the people they control. these little people look through two huge monitors that project everything that we see. and surround sound for what we hear. he's got a giant cockpit that controls all of our motion. i'm like a jacked up car. really tall and can go anywhere. they also have a kickass sound system so i always have music going on in my head, zach is a pretty cool guy, although he doesnt' like the name mindmidget, oh well what's he gonna do run me into a tree?!
from april 3 2003
today while i was skipping 6th period in me heather david were talking about edible diseases when, when tc came in, i noticed miree was giving me "the look" and i thought about it and realized that she has more versions of "the look" than anygirl i know so then i got to thinking about all the different versions of "The look" and then i got the brilliant idea to make a book fulll of pictures of different looks, i'm gonna make a fortune off of that. and then tc said i should call it THE BOOK OF LOOKS so i will. when i'm filthy rich i can say that i owe it all to "the look"
today while i was skipping 6th period in me heather david were talking about edible diseases when, when tc came in, i noticed miree was giving me "the look" and i thought about it and realized that she has more versions of "the look" than anygirl i know so then i got to thinking about all the different versions of "The look" and then i got the brilliant idea to make a book fulll of pictures of different looks, i'm gonna make a fortune off of that. and then tc said i should call it THE BOOK OF LOOKS so i will. when i'm filthy rich i can say that i owe it all to "the look"
from april 2 2003
oh my god, i was just thinking about my grandpa who died about 5 years ago, and all of a sudden i smelled his great pipe tobacco smell and felt someone patting me on the head but nobody was their, i swear to god it felt like he was right here.
oh my god, i was just thinking about my grandpa who died about 5 years ago, and all of a sudden i smelled his great pipe tobacco smell and felt someone patting me on the head but nobody was their, i swear to god it felt like he was right here.
from april 2 2003
well the cops broke up the party in the zachshack today, i hate to say it but it's true it's been 2 years of a nonstop party. no matter how many things i think of that went wrong today more just keep popping into my head. i'm not going to share them all with you, seeing as most of you would find the majority of them hilarious, and i'd rather you not be laughing at how miserable my life is right now. so i'll just be brief i stepped on rosco bunkowitz and then the real juji denero (not you brittany)ate him, now that was a real downer. rosco, you were the always the craziest mosquito this side of the rio grande, and deep down inside of me i knew you were the craziest on the other side to. there will always be a place in my heart for the one guy who could keep the party alive in the zachshack for so long.
rosco's brother bosco just payed me a visit. and he's on his way to becoming the craziest mosquito on this side of the san jacinto.of course he could never be another rosco but he's gettin close
well the cops broke up the party in the zachshack today, i hate to say it but it's true it's been 2 years of a nonstop party. no matter how many things i think of that went wrong today more just keep popping into my head. i'm not going to share them all with you, seeing as most of you would find the majority of them hilarious, and i'd rather you not be laughing at how miserable my life is right now. so i'll just be brief i stepped on rosco bunkowitz and then the real juji denero (not you brittany)ate him, now that was a real downer. rosco, you were the always the craziest mosquito this side of the rio grande, and deep down inside of me i knew you were the craziest on the other side to. there will always be a place in my heart for the one guy who could keep the party alive in the zachshack for so long.
rosco's brother bosco just payed me a visit. and he's on his way to becoming the craziest mosquito on this side of the san jacinto.of course he could never be another rosco but he's gettin close
from march 29 2003
today i went and saw dreamcatcher with Balouchi, it was a pretty good movie, a little more gory than it needed to be but a little bit of blood and guts never hurt a movie.
i have decided to force myself not to watch any news on the war. it really annoys me that they cover EVERY damn explosion in baghdad IT'S A WAR, OF COURSE THERE ARE GOING TO BE EXPLOSIONS! you'd think they'd get tired of the phrase, explosions shake baghdad, but then again the news stations are so full of environmentally fearful, leftwing liberal democratic, opinionated, assholes who say that this war is unnecessary because it's all about oil, and that we don't need the iraqis or their oil, yet can still have the nerve to drive an SUV that uses more gas in a week then all of the middle east uses in a month on transportation. oh my god i hate people who don't know what their talking about. if your going to argue a point make sure you know what the hell your talking about and you know that the person your talking to knows nothing about what their talking about. i havent' been following this war at all and i know more about what is really going on their, and what went on their in the past then alot of these dimwitted pricks who seem to have a squirrel up their ass and will complain about stuff that doesn't affect them completely. before they can start complaining about how this war is a terrible idea i want them to live in the slums of some 3rd world city, under the eye of some evil oppressor who fills their everyday life with pointless propaganda. i want to see them starve and be ridden with filth and disease and then complain that this war is a bad idea. maybe if they can see how badly we need to change those peoples lives they'll learn that the world doesn't work like califorinia. it's a hell of alot more like texas. in a bar fight. who would come out on top, the priss from california who learned to settle disagreements by talking them out or the guy who know's how to fight and isn't afraid to kick some ass.i think the next place we should go to war with is california. make it a semi civil war it could just be texas vs. california, i would bet good money we would completely annihate those arrogant sons of bitches. let's just say i'm pretty fed up with the democratic point of view in general.
and another thing. the fact that out of all the denominations and religions of the world. The Methodist church had to be the one and only IN THE ENTIRE WORLD that took a stance in this war and not only that, but they're against it. i'm methodist and i'm not agiagnst it. nobody asked me what i thought our stance should be. who is the guy that decides it for us anyway it's not like theirs a methodist pope. whoever he is i think somebody should take a giant crap on his doorstep. The majority of Methodist are Republicans and the majority of republicans are for the war to a certain degree. so why the hell would this guy (whoever he is) decide that we're against it, it's insane, what's the matter with the world today. not only that but the most popular basketball player right now is a chinamen. a chinese guy, of all people is the most popular basketball player. out of a some of the shortest people on earth. it's unbeleivable, i'm not racist or anything. i just speak more freely than some nitpicky twit in congress thinks should be appropriate. who cares whether you call someone black, THEY ARE BLACK. if everyone must be so literal then from now on i will only be referred to as a french-german-british-caucasion american. if i'm not i'll sue on the terms of prejudice based on race.
today i went and saw dreamcatcher with Balouchi, it was a pretty good movie, a little more gory than it needed to be but a little bit of blood and guts never hurt a movie.
i have decided to force myself not to watch any news on the war. it really annoys me that they cover EVERY damn explosion in baghdad IT'S A WAR, OF COURSE THERE ARE GOING TO BE EXPLOSIONS! you'd think they'd get tired of the phrase, explosions shake baghdad, but then again the news stations are so full of environmentally fearful, leftwing liberal democratic, opinionated, assholes who say that this war is unnecessary because it's all about oil, and that we don't need the iraqis or their oil, yet can still have the nerve to drive an SUV that uses more gas in a week then all of the middle east uses in a month on transportation. oh my god i hate people who don't know what their talking about. if your going to argue a point make sure you know what the hell your talking about and you know that the person your talking to knows nothing about what their talking about. i havent' been following this war at all and i know more about what is really going on their, and what went on their in the past then alot of these dimwitted pricks who seem to have a squirrel up their ass and will complain about stuff that doesn't affect them completely. before they can start complaining about how this war is a terrible idea i want them to live in the slums of some 3rd world city, under the eye of some evil oppressor who fills their everyday life with pointless propaganda. i want to see them starve and be ridden with filth and disease and then complain that this war is a bad idea. maybe if they can see how badly we need to change those peoples lives they'll learn that the world doesn't work like califorinia. it's a hell of alot more like texas. in a bar fight. who would come out on top, the priss from california who learned to settle disagreements by talking them out or the guy who know's how to fight and isn't afraid to kick some ass.i think the next place we should go to war with is california. make it a semi civil war it could just be texas vs. california, i would bet good money we would completely annihate those arrogant sons of bitches. let's just say i'm pretty fed up with the democratic point of view in general.
and another thing. the fact that out of all the denominations and religions of the world. The Methodist church had to be the one and only IN THE ENTIRE WORLD that took a stance in this war and not only that, but they're against it. i'm methodist and i'm not agiagnst it. nobody asked me what i thought our stance should be. who is the guy that decides it for us anyway it's not like theirs a methodist pope. whoever he is i think somebody should take a giant crap on his doorstep. The majority of Methodist are Republicans and the majority of republicans are for the war to a certain degree. so why the hell would this guy (whoever he is) decide that we're against it, it's insane, what's the matter with the world today. not only that but the most popular basketball player right now is a chinamen. a chinese guy, of all people is the most popular basketball player. out of a some of the shortest people on earth. it's unbeleivable, i'm not racist or anything. i just speak more freely than some nitpicky twit in congress thinks should be appropriate. who cares whether you call someone black, THEY ARE BLACK. if everyone must be so literal then from now on i will only be referred to as a french-german-british-caucasion american. if i'm not i'll sue on the terms of prejudice based on race.
from march 25 2003
just a little while ago we were watching the news and this footage of these soldiers laying as low to the ground as possible to shelter themselves from this huge sandstorm, then my mom says- they must all have sand in their underwear, Now if that is something only a mom would say then i must be crazy.
just a little while ago we were watching the news and this footage of these soldiers laying as low to the ground as possible to shelter themselves from this huge sandstorm, then my mom says- they must all have sand in their underwear, Now if that is something only a mom would say then i must be crazy.
from march 23 2003
n my opinion snazoo is the word that can be used in any form.
verb- go snazoo yourself
noun- that snazoo was delicious
adjective- look how snazoo that is
adverb- that's snazooly brilliant
it also works as a great greeting and farewell, hey snazoo... okay snazoo. it's the perfect word with a twist of flavor to the ear. i think everyone should use it then maybe they could put it in the dictionary and 50 years from now when somebody says to me "SNAZOO" i can say to them, you can shove that snazoo right up your ass (because it's also a noun) because it's my word and nobody else can use it. then after it has been in use for 50 yearsi can but a copyright on it and people will have to pay me 73 cents a peice everytime they use the word snazoo, and if they don't i'll have my thugs snazooly(adv.) snazoo(v.) them in the snazoo(adj.) snazoo(n).
n my opinion snazoo is the word that can be used in any form.
verb- go snazoo yourself
noun- that snazoo was delicious
adjective- look how snazoo that is
adverb- that's snazooly brilliant
it also works as a great greeting and farewell, hey snazoo... okay snazoo. it's the perfect word with a twist of flavor to the ear. i think everyone should use it then maybe they could put it in the dictionary and 50 years from now when somebody says to me "SNAZOO" i can say to them, you can shove that snazoo right up your ass (because it's also a noun) because it's my word and nobody else can use it. then after it has been in use for 50 yearsi can but a copyright on it and people will have to pay me 73 cents a peice everytime they use the word snazoo, and if they don't i'll have my thugs snazooly(adv.) snazoo(v.) them in the snazoo(adj.) snazoo(n).
from march 22 2003
this afternoon, while i was out running i came across a sign that said "obey street signs, it's a STATE LAW" then i got to thinking, has the department of transportation really gotten to the point of having to make signs reminding people to read the signs, and then i thought, if it has to remind people to look at signs, and IT is a sign then wouldn't people just ignore it as well. oh what a crazy world we live in.
this afternoon, while i was out running i came across a sign that said "obey street signs, it's a STATE LAW" then i got to thinking, has the department of transportation really gotten to the point of having to make signs reminding people to read the signs, and then i thought, if it has to remind people to look at signs, and IT is a sign then wouldn't people just ignore it as well. oh what a crazy world we live in.
from march 16 2003
If you're robbing a bank, and your pants suddenly fall down, I think it's okay to laugh, and to let the hostages laugh too, because some on, life is funny.
People were always talking about how mean this guy was who lived on our block. But I decided to go see for myself. I went to his door, but he said he wasn't the mean guy, the mean guy lived in that house over there. "No, you stupid idiot," I said, "that's my house."
Broken promises don't upset me. I just think, why did they believe me?
Do you know what happens when you slice a golf ball in half? Someone gets mad at you. I found this out the hard way.
I'll never forget the time we were at the beach and we buried Uncle Joe in the sand. Boy, did we get in trouble! In fact, we got arrested. It turns out you can't bury people at the beach. Only at the cemetery.
If you're robbing a bank, and your pants suddenly fall down, I think it's okay to laugh, and to let the hostages laugh too, because some on, life is funny.
People were always talking about how mean this guy was who lived on our block. But I decided to go see for myself. I went to his door, but he said he wasn't the mean guy, the mean guy lived in that house over there. "No, you stupid idiot," I said, "that's my house."
Broken promises don't upset me. I just think, why did they believe me?
Do you know what happens when you slice a golf ball in half? Someone gets mad at you. I found this out the hard way.
I'll never forget the time we were at the beach and we buried Uncle Joe in the sand. Boy, did we get in trouble! In fact, we got arrested. It turns out you can't bury people at the beach. Only at the cemetery.
from march 14 2003
if you think about it alot of words that we use in common practice sound really bizzarre when you sound them out slowly, like-nerve, people, said, lemon, pencil, shaving, and most importantly...FLASH
if you think about it alot of words that we use in common practice sound really bizzarre when you sound them out slowly, like-nerve, people, said, lemon, pencil, shaving, and most importantly...FLASH
from march 12 2003
it really pisses me off how many commercials for tampons, pads, vaginal cream etc. there are during the day. i counted 28 on 3 seperate channels over 4 hours. and none of the channels that i was watching were geared toward women, it was history channel, Comedy Central and TBS. besides there are probably more little kids watching tv during the day then women, on lifetime or we they should only show those commercails but nowhere else, the fact that i watched enough tv today for this to get me mad proves how dull my spring break really has been.
it really pisses me off how many commercials for tampons, pads, vaginal cream etc. there are during the day. i counted 28 on 3 seperate channels over 4 hours. and none of the channels that i was watching were geared toward women, it was history channel, Comedy Central and TBS. besides there are probably more little kids watching tv during the day then women, on lifetime or we they should only show those commercails but nowhere else, the fact that i watched enough tv today for this to get me mad proves how dull my spring break really has been.
from march 5 2003
This is a poem i wrote for this english thing we're doing today and friday, i figured i might as well put it on here.
Children’s Wine
Pictures of laughing people.
Parties in the yard.
It was blisteringly hot then,
The heat is like a talkative neighbor,
Better if ignored, and they did.
But nobody seemed to notice.
Especially the kids playing in the pool.
Not a real pool, mind you,
but one of those cheap plastic kiddie pools
They aren’t much bigger than a bathtub,
But nobody seemed to notice.
The water was filled with little floating spears of grass,
from kids running around, chasing each other,
and jumping into the delightfully cold water.
That grass, dry and itchy due to the drought.
But nobody seemed to notice.
They said it was the biggest drought in years.
But it’s West Texas… when is there not a drought?
The water was so cool and welcoming.
It’s hard to believe that it came out of the desert,
Where the dust blows and the sage is high.
The desert was everywhere.
But nobody seemed to notice
How could a kid resist the urge to jump into that blissful bath of children’s wine?
That’s how I thought of pool water back then.
There was something about it that grown ups just couldn’t grasp.
On a hot day a child would jump into a pool,
even with his Sunday best
if his parents weren’t around.
How could he not jump in?
With the water so cool and welcoming.
Children around water have this youthful delight
that is the spotlight,
sending out its hopeful beacon to the ships in the storm.
Children are the wisest of us all,
It matters not if your homework is late,
It matters not that the bills aren’t getting paid
Ignorance is bliss.
Childhood is the celebration of ignorance
This is a poem i wrote for this english thing we're doing today and friday, i figured i might as well put it on here.
Children’s Wine
Pictures of laughing people.
Parties in the yard.
It was blisteringly hot then,
The heat is like a talkative neighbor,
Better if ignored, and they did.
But nobody seemed to notice.
Especially the kids playing in the pool.
Not a real pool, mind you,
but one of those cheap plastic kiddie pools
They aren’t much bigger than a bathtub,
But nobody seemed to notice.
The water was filled with little floating spears of grass,
from kids running around, chasing each other,
and jumping into the delightfully cold water.
That grass, dry and itchy due to the drought.
But nobody seemed to notice.
They said it was the biggest drought in years.
But it’s West Texas… when is there not a drought?
The water was so cool and welcoming.
It’s hard to believe that it came out of the desert,
Where the dust blows and the sage is high.
The desert was everywhere.
But nobody seemed to notice
How could a kid resist the urge to jump into that blissful bath of children’s wine?
That’s how I thought of pool water back then.
There was something about it that grown ups just couldn’t grasp.
On a hot day a child would jump into a pool,
even with his Sunday best
if his parents weren’t around.
How could he not jump in?
With the water so cool and welcoming.
Children around water have this youthful delight
that is the spotlight,
sending out its hopeful beacon to the ships in the storm.
Children are the wisest of us all,
It matters not if your homework is late,
It matters not that the bills aren’t getting paid
Ignorance is bliss.
Childhood is the celebration of ignorance
from february 19 2003
bye the way, thanks to my recently recovered sprint ion pen my life is saved, and i can return my regular activities, in the area of recovering my sprint ion pen i would like to thank sprint, the 911 phone operators, the late night staff of taco bell and the north dakota coal board.
bye the way, thanks to my recently recovered sprint ion pen my life is saved, and i can return my regular activities, in the area of recovering my sprint ion pen i would like to thank sprint, the 911 phone operators, the late night staff of taco bell and the north dakota coal board.
from february 19 2003
blah, that word baa sums up my day in it's entirety. wake up...blah, latin...hmmm...bleh, chemistryBLAH!, english...blah, band bleh, geometry...blahaha, Drama...BLAH!!!!!!!!!! oh yeah, and another thing, a couple of days ago moo on the announcements, the guy said top o' the marnin to ye. that pissed meow me off so much, and i knew that came from me. someone who oink is in either band or drama told someone and so one and soforth to the announcement guy. i am and should be the only person who can say that without being irish. it's my thing woof. glad i got that off of my shoulder
blah, that word baa sums up my day in it's entirety. wake up...blah, latin...hmmm...bleh, chemistryBLAH!, english...blah, band bleh, geometry...blahaha, Drama...BLAH!!!!!!!!!! oh yeah, and another thing, a couple of days ago moo on the announcements, the guy said top o' the marnin to ye. that pissed meow me off so much, and i knew that came from me. someone who oink is in either band or drama told someone and so one and soforth to the announcement guy. i am and should be the only person who can say that without being irish. it's my thing woof. glad i got that off of my shoulder
from february 18 2003
you gotta wonder about carnies
you gotta wonder about carnies
from february 14 2003
this sucks, friday night, let alone valentines i am at home doing absolutely nothing. oh well it could be worse, i could be dead.
this sucks, friday night, let alone valentines i am at home doing absolutely nothing. oh well it could be worse, i could be dead.
from january 20th 2003
zach is back in the shack,
and no this is not a hack.
i'm just a regular jack,
or should i say zach.
who's down with the facts.
I feel like a snack.
i wonder what there is to eat in the shack.
this is the story of the zach shack
i think i'll hit the sack
zach is back in the shack,
and no this is not a hack.
i'm just a regular jack,
or should i say zach.
who's down with the facts.
I feel like a snack.
i wonder what there is to eat in the shack.
this is the story of the zach shack
i think i'll hit the sack
let's start from the beginning...a very good place to start...
