Something I Felt Like Writting

Writing for fun is not something I like to do often. This is a rare event and you shouldn't take a single word fro granted. I normally write to sort thing out in my mind. An overwhelming amount of thoughts can lead me to bad decisions, so I jot down what I'm thinking. It helps a bit, but that is not why I am writing now.

I have to think of a topic. This is something that never comes up when you are writing about something that is on your mind, the topic is there now you just have to write it down. I could choose anything books I have read, things I have seen, a fictional story I'd like to tell, but I think I am going to talk about.. Something. A vague term that is embodies what ever you wish.

Words are you to convey what we think about the world around us. The word 'Book' for example means 'a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bond in covers', but it also invokes feelings and memories. If you had reading problems as a child you might find the word to have frightening properties. The same word could bring joy if you read a lot when you were younger. This might seem obvious or contradictory to what a word is for. I believe it gives even more to each word, not only to ones self but to the social structure they interact with. Curses have taken on a universal offencive feeling. They completely bypass the original definition and only have an emotional impact.

It is also true that some word do not have a external definition. 'Nature' means has no definition yet it is commonly used in everyday speech. It is still a valid word because the imagery carries with it is widely excepted. This aspect of speech is taken advantage of in poetry, song lyrics, comedy, movies, books... Just look for it. Become aware and you might get more out of every word.

Five Strikes

I know that some of you may be thinking that this may be a post about how I am a complete failure at picking up your so called 'chicks'. Or how I played baseball and somehow got five strikes. But that's dumb idea. I am both a babe-magnet and I've never gotten a strike hitting in baseball, I'm sort of a Babe Ruth. This is about the game with not only balls, but pins too. That's right. Bowling. I got five strikes. In bowling this is a good thing. They are worth not only ten points (one for each pin) but also the sum your current and next two frames. And not only did I get five, but they were back to back. So my first frame was worth 30 then another 30 and another then 20 then 10. A grand total of 120 after the first five frames. This all would have been rather amazing if I was good a bowling. But I'm not. I rarely break 100. Getting me a free pop and the praise of all my lesser bowlers. I choked on the 6th frame getting a 9 and sending me spiraling down into complete failer. I think my final score was a mere 174. Some people have told me that this experience has inflated my ego but I'm sure they are just jealous. After all not everyone can bowl well and they have to say things like it was good luck. I'd like to end this by saying that as a modest bowling-god that those that pray to me may obtain both 9 and spares. (Maybe even strikes.)

*some statement may be complete lies.

Black Christmas

Bad movie.

Not a Great Title

"Hey, I haven't written anything here for awhile." This is how I start every post and it needs to stop. Its an addiction. By starting it off like that I can't get yelled at for having not wrote. But it is the second most pathetic sentences to start off a post. The only thing topping it is starting with putting it in quotes and spending the first paragraph telling every one that it's pathetic. So, without further ado, I bring you the body of my post.

I have been told I need to write more by sisters, parents, teachers, college students, pets, gorillas, and myself. Why? Yeah, I'm really not quite sure. But I have decided to start up anyways. First by buying a pocket ruled moleskine, a sweet tiny notebook, and a few nice pens. I plan to write small tid bits in this: reminders, what I'm lending to who, short term goals, food I need to buy, books I need to read, and other such stuff. Then there is this blog. I have changed the color scheme to blue, and plan to write at least once a week. This is boring I'll skip further ahead.

"Batman and Robin, having returned to The Batcave from declawing The Catwoman once again, promptly ascend to Wayne Manor as Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson, who come calling to take Chief O'Hara, Commissioner Gordon and his daughter, Barbara, to the opera. Unfortunately, Barbara, in an elevator, is kidnapped by The Penguin, with the aim of forcing her to marry him! The Penguin tells the astonished group by phone that they should read the society section of next day's newspaper. When they do, they discover the announcement of a forthcoming wedding — between Barbara and The Penguin (who hopes to gain immunity from the police as Commissioner Gordon's son-in-law!), and they desperately try to locate The Penguin's hideout. Penguin henchmen, in search of a minister to perform the ceremony, fall upon The Reverend Hazlitt and Alfred. The quick-thinking butler pretends that he is The Reverend, and leaves with the thugs (but secretly alerts The Dynamic Duo via the Emergency Batcall on his belt). Bruce and Dick become The Dynamic Duo and, locating Penguin's hideout in a vacant apartment next door to Barbara's own (apparently the last place, Penguin believes, anyone would think to look!), race to the scene, while Alfred is locked up with Barbara. Believing Alf to be a man of The Cloth, she swears him to secrecy and then walks ever so precariously along the ledge to her apartment. She enters her bedroom, activates a secret panel and changes into the costume and accoutrements of Batgirl. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin burst into the apartment which they discover holds a befuddled Alfred Pennyworth and a wedding dress stuffed with pillows!"*

Yeah, I didn't write that. I think it's public domain...... I hope it is. Well if you read it, its rather exciting. I quoted it, so I don't think I'll get in trouble. I'd cite it but I forgot the resource. Don't tell anyone I plagiarized.

Well anyways. I've been working on a human head. I mean a sculpture of a human head. If you are viewing this through "facebook" than you can see all the pictures of it. (And I'll try to add more as I work on it at home.) If not your out of luck. I have also joined what is essentially "The Dead Poets' Society" of ARTech. The members, which includes me, will find a poems that mean something to them. Then read them to everyone in the "Society." I find it interesting. I have finished the play "Ros & Guil are Dead"{I'm not going to type there whole names, I just won't}. I was good; short and sweet. Other things I'm working on are less interesting, so I'm not going to talk about them. I was going to end it with something that would leave you thinking, but I can't think of anything myself.. So I steal..


"At a political convention there are 100 politicians. Each one is either crooked or honest. At least one is honest. Given any two of the politicians, at least one is crooked. How many are honest and how many are crooked?"*


*The quoted content in this post was taken from:
Rudolph, Oscar. (Director). (1967, September 14). Batman. ABC.

Mack, Donald R. The Unofficial IEEE Brainbuster Gamebook: Mental Workouts for the Technically Inclined. The Instituted of Electrical and Electronics Engineers, Inc., 1992.

Another Witty Title

So as you all do not know, although some might, school starts soon again for me. Like really soon, ok afte{r Labor Day. ARTech is going to be a bit different this year. Dom, with the help of some others(who will remain unameless) build a loft above our cozy little art closet, which is now the school's editing room. I'd hope to spend most of my time up there to get away from everything, but I think that is already everyone else's plan. My only remaining option is to make my "desk" comfortable. Yes I quoted "desk", but that is because the only way to make my desk comfortable is to completely get rid of it. I'm bringing in a couch, a "coffee table" and some storage units. I should stop it with the "quote thing", but again it does meen that it really isn't a coffee table, because unless I can find a nice coffee table for free I'm just going to use cinder blocks and strap some 2-4s to it. This would meen that I wouldn't have anywhere to put the schools desktop computer. Which doesn't matter because as you've might of heard I'm buying a MacBook, and an ipod, making life a lot easier for me.
The real issue, the huge issue, bigger than big, is that there isn't going to be any off campus school lunch next year. That was my, as well many other's time, to take a break from the day. And with that being gone finding food is going to be esential. Ok to be honest I don't really care to much. I think it might even be nice. I'll finally get to figure out all the names of the youngens and maybe I'll eat lunch with Paul. There are a lot of thing I'm looking forward to this year, I'm even looking forward to not enjoying the year if it comes to that. I don't know.
Music, that is what I should be talking about, it's a shame I still don't know anything. I think I might have been exiled from the band I was in, which is all right I don't even play an intrument. I'm looking forward to a band a few of my friend's are starting though. They have been planning on starting for a long time, now they are finally doing it. Sisters make the best bands.
I can't think of anything to say other than, 'I'm glad to see you again it's been so long, maybe we could hang out again sometime.'

quantum izzie

I'm currently at Blue Monday, drinking my bottle of lemon izzie. I just finished heading my first Freezer, the name Artech's venue goes by, show. It was intresting, to say the least. And that's all I'm going to say.

Tight Pants and King Kong

Today, Wednesday December 28 2005, I woke up at 10:35 AM. After having a nutritious breakfast I lounged on the couch in my living room watching an episode of the comedy 'Family Guy'. Then my sister brought up the subject of what we were to do today. She told me that it was 'my choice'. I wanted to get out of the house so I decided that we would go to uptown Saint Paul.
After withdrawing some cash from the bank and filling up the Neon's gas tank we were on or way. She had decided that I was to go shopping for clothes. It was a good idea; I was in need of a new pair of pants.
We first stopped at a book store. I thought it would be a good plan to browse the books without buying anything, so that I would get in the mood to shop without having to spend any money.
We then went to a few thrift shops that I can't quite remember the names of. I had purchased a pair of pants. We than went to Ragstock. I found a sweater, a jacket, and a sweater-vest, which all together added up to only thirteen dollars.
We had gotten hungry by this point and Jaime, my sister, suggested a Thai restaurant to eat at. I had ordered Tofu and Zucchini in a tomato sauce; she had ordered dumplings. The food was good.
On the way to the movie theater we had gotten Coffee. When we go there, we found out that the next showing of King Kong was at ten; it was eight forty-five. We drove to a theater that was showing King Kong at nine. When we got in there was a preview for 'Final Destination 3'. Next was a preview for 'Mission Impossible 3'. 'X-Men 3' was the last preview before the Movie started. The Movie finished at midnight. I'll spare you the details of the film but over all it was pretty good.
Oh and by the way 'It was beauty that killed the beast.'