| Long time, no see |
[Sep. 10th, 2008|08:16 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Can't Stop-Red Hot Chili Peppers | ] |
Wow. It's been a really long time since I've been on here. I guess I wasn't really in a bloggy sort of mood for the entirety of senior year. Or, maybe I just didn't have any time to. I think it was pretty much the latter.
I was the lead in a play, that was pretty cool, and I kicked some major ass in Mock Trial.
Okay, enough about grade school. Now its time for some collegiate ass-kicking. Which brings me to my next point; this isn't exactly going to be (or is it going to exactly be?) a retrospective entry, I have come to a unique plateau in my life. Once again, I'm in the eye of the proverbial storm, and this time, there isn't really much I can say about myself. Summer was two tons of sit-at-home-and-play-video-games fun, but that's not really interesting to read about, is it?
So, this entry is going to be about what will come, what I will be doing, and how I'll do it.
Well, I don't know what's gonna happen, what I'm gonna do, and I guess I'll figure out a way to do it.
And that's really the problem, isn't it? Shouldn't I have figured out exactly what I'm gonna do in college, and then execute that plan? I mean, that's what it seems a lot of my friends have figured out for me. I've got to have their look, I've got to go and shag someone, I've got to do all sorts of stuff ... I mean people.
...
...
...
Anyway, now that I've got that out of my system, we'll get to the nitty-gritty. I specifically don't know what I want to do in college. That just seems like a really stupid idea.
Don't get me wrong; having a plan for your junior year of high school is fine by me, but deciding how you're going to tackle college seems stupid and naive to me. Having a plan requires you to know what the fuck's going on, and anyone going into college hasn't a clue. It's just not built into us, and that's the point; college is the staging ground for the rest of life, it's not just a continuation of grade school. It's too big to just figure out.
One of my favorite things that people ask me about is whether I'll search for relationships or to just play the field, so to speak. And no, it's not just *you* who've asked me that. It seems to be popular to ask the "hot nerd" how he'll approach girls in college.
Gee, I dunno. I guess I'll just be Gordon. I thought the general idea was to be yourself? I mean, I guess you can be a player if you wanna, but I don't think I have the latent lack of self-confidence for that. I think having a plan for what to do in this sort of situation is like trying to have a plan to brace for impact while you jump off a cliff. It doesn't matter how smart you are; you're still gonna hit the ground at 9.8 metres a second squared, and break yourself. The guy who just jumps off will hit the ground just as hard as you, but he'll probably be less stressed out doing it.
Suicidal metaphors aside, I think having a plan just shows a slight bit of anxiety in yourself. I mean, if you do have confidence in yourself (which I harbor the illusion that I do) you can't really make a mistake just following your conscience.
"Hey, you got a condom?"
"Yeah ... Hold on a tic. Here it is."
"Oh, awesome. C'mere."
I'll leave you to clear that predictably horrible image from your mind.
...
...
...
One thing I've learned from my less than positive relationship experience is that you can't make these generalities about life, not only does it make it a helluva lot less fun, you're going to run into a situation where your if/then statements coincide, and you'll just confuse yourself into inaction.
Alright, alright, let me qualify that with this simple quandary:
Rule 1:If I see a dog, then I will not kill it.
Rule 2:If I am attacked by anything, I will kill it.
Situation: A dog attacks me.
That'll just lead to you freezing up and getting your throat ripped out.
I know it's simple, and I know that the better answer is just to run away, or disable it or whatever, but that's not the point. Here's something a little more relevant:
Rule 1:If I see an attractive girl, then I'll ask her out.
Rule 2:If I go on a date with a girl, then I won't ask her out again.
Situation:I fall in love with a girl.
Alright, I KNOW that that's very unlikely, but just bear with me. Having the plan to be a player or whatever means that you can't have a meaningful relationship, and vice versa. First off, you can't even plan to have a meaningful relationship in college because that's like asking for world peace or a unicorn or a democratically elected president or something. Well, no, it's not like that; it's like marrying someone who beats you, you're just setting yourself up for a fall. Okay, it's not quite like that either, maybe I'll hit on the correct metaphor eventually, but for the sake of time, I'll move on.
Here's the next thing that bugs me; people want me to dress better for college.
...
...
...
Wait, what? NO ONE IN COLLEGE DRESSES NICELY. They have to spend their money on important things, like BOOKS and TUITION. Furthermore, they have more important things to do than worry about what they wear, like CLASSES. Yes, I know there's more than class to college, I'm not as dumb as you (think I am). But look, everyone in college wears CARGO PANTS AND T-SHIRTS. Sound familiar? Okay, the answer to that is "wear better clothes so you stand out."
No, fuck that. The first reason to dress more trendily (?) was to fit in, now it's to stand out? Fuck you, hypocrites! I shouldn't have to spend more money on cooler clothes just so that you can live vicariously through me, or you treat me like your little misguided hot guy. Fuck you; you're not better than me. I've worked too god damn hard and been through too much bullshit to still be second to your "all-knowing" animus.
Alright, that's out of my system.
Here's the thing; I think we all need to just lighten up. It's not that you need to have more faith in me, it's that you need to stop thinking that I've got it all wrong. You haven't been to college yet, and well, I'm the hot nerd, you ... well, AREN'T. I don't need your almighty clothing advice to be desirable.
I am Gordon, I am smart, well-informed, and athletic. And if that isn't good enough for somebody, there's another three and a quarter billion who it might be good enough for.
Stegordon, out.
P.S. Oh, and if you still think that I need a plan for college, I outlined a little something:
I'll eat when I'm hungry, sleep when I'm tired, study when I have homework, and have fun when I'm bored.
That's good enough. |
|
|
| Moving |
[Sep. 2nd, 2007|11:37 pm] |
Okay, I'm not moving the current entries, but I'm not going to be updating this site much more.
I'm moving to a www.clearblogs.com
It should be at http://clearblogs.com/elcheezovii/
Comment if it's different. |
|
|
| Back To School, God Damn It. |
[Sep. 22nd, 2006|10:20 pm] |
Ah yes, once again, I find myself lurking in the halls of Abraham Lincoln High School ...
BUT THIS TIME ...
AS AN UPPERCLASSMAN!
Can I get a holla for all my upperclassmen homies? Anyone? Anyone at all?
That's okay, you don't have to answer that: I'm white.
So, yeah ... That's what's happened.
Hmm ... the weekend after school started, I went on a camping trip with my Youth Group, that was fun. I've got this really cool picture of me doing a headstand and another of me totally pwning this girl at soccer. That's right, I have no shame. At all. That's why they call me the awkward turtle. I know who you are, and you can go fuck yourself: it's only awkward if you really care about your social status. I don't, just so you know, so you can go fuck yourself again, if it didn't take you that long the first time.
Hmm ... so I've got Calculus AP:BC to start the day off right (it's fucking awesome, it's like I'm still having that same awesome dream I had only a couple hours ago. Except not) Then AP U.S. History with an anti-Bolshevik, Canadian-hating, comedy routine teacher, which is kind of odd. I think.
After a now ONLY TEN FUCKING MINUTE BRUNCH I have Engrish with a semi-okay teacher, go figure. She's kind of weird, but she's better than the lady whose last name is the skin around the nipple word (I am not fucking kidding, her name is Arreola.) I still dislike her, her jokes are a bit ... shall we say ... hurtful, and they aren't that funny to begin with. Then, then there's Physics, which is really kind of boring so far, but hopefully it'll get a bit better as the year goes on. Then, of course, there's weightlifting. My old standard of kick-assness class. Always a good one. CHEESEGRATERS!
Sixth period is drama, which is one of the most fun classes I've taken in school. It's just that spectacularly awesome. Seventh is Spanish 3/4, which is okay, it's just another class. Eight period is Mock Trial, of course. My school year would not be complete without a good first semester of Mock Trial.
So yeah, I've got another eight period day. Let's see how it goes, hokay? Hopefully better than last time, jeezus.
So, what fun stuff has happened recently? Oh yeah, that's right. NOTHING. I'm in school for christssakes.
You wanna know what's interesting? I'm waking up half an hour earlier than I did last year to take a shower in the morning. HOW ABOUT THAT? HUH? How's that for fun and interesting?
Okay, okay, I shouldn't really be saying that. Every weekend thus far has had some sort of awesome goings on ... going on.
Well, one thing that's happened that's good is I got a new, correct-size bike, for FREE! Awesome. The only problem I've discovered is that the derailleur is skippy and slow as molasses, the kickstand needs tightening, and it could really use a headlight. I can hardly see at night. Other than that, it's really cool. It's got basket pedals, a cargo rack, and several more gears than I used to have. It also has a water bottle holder. Always a plus.
For example, last weekend, I went to my friend's block party, it was fun. I got to meet some of her neighbors (they think I'm cool, or, at least, that's what I've been led to believe) I rode my new bike there, just because I could. I tested out an airsoft version of an M-16, which was sadistically fun, didn't lose horribly at Halo 2 (I apparently passed the aptitude test, go figure) bounced around in a jump house, incidentally getting to rough house with people for the first time in some seven-odd years (always fun, especially when you're the heaviest combatant there, another is a freshman, and the other is a girl, bwahahaha. I'm such a horrible knight) What else did I do ... hmm ... there was a live band there, and she made me dance with her. I'm sure you're all just kicking yourselves because you didn't get to see that, but it's okay: her aunt took a picture. Ask her. After that, two more cool people from the DLG showed up and we all watched Star Wars IV on someone's garage door. Now THAT was kickass.
So, that pretty much brings me to today, Friday. It was really boring. I watched Discovery Channel, which isn't boring, but watching TV instead of going outside and being cool and trendy running around and making mischief is not my idea of a good afternoon. My idea of a good afternoon is going to the park near my house and jumping off of things. Now that's entertainment. Maybe you should come watch sometime, I'm sure you would find it interesting.
But tomorrow, tomorrow is an entirely unwanted day. I dunno. Go figure. There's a Back to School Dance. Not my forte, the forte of the DLG, so it's not a good combination. One of my teachers said she would go to the dance just to see ME dance. Now that's not very nice. Well, I get to hang out with my friends on a weekend, dancing isn't quite as bad as it was last November, but I still am apprehensive about going. I don't care what you tell me. Hell, you don't have to, I'm already going, so get over it. If I don't enjoy it, fine, it won't be the first time, but I'll still keep going. Why? So maybe I'll learn to like. Someday. Someday. Sunday.
Yeah, this entry sucks a little, but I'm not in a very writing mood. I still figure I ought to write something.
Oh, and my new room's been completed since my last entry. I'll put up some pictures of that and the camping trip soon. Go look at them.
Stegordon, out
*pelvic thrust* bitches |
|
|
| Why am I so god damn boring? It's rhetorical, I don't need your answers! |
[Aug. 11th, 2006|09:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Riverdance | ] |
Ooga, booga, booga ...
Buttered toast and all that good stuff ...
So let me think for a moment and clear the Starbucks that recently opened in my head out ...
Ookay, so I've been having a spot of trouble with golf recently, but I played golf yesterday and shot FIVE OVER for EIGHTEEN HOLES! Which is by far a personal record. My last one was twelve over. I have coolness of head and a muse to thank for that (you know who, dumbass. Besides which, my coach said it was a good idea to have one) my technique seems to be about the same, no real new doctrines or swing planes or any of that hardware bullshit. Just good, old fashioned consistency and accuracy. Accuracy is something I've been lacking recently. But that's another side effect of rushing, i.e. not cool headedness. So I've got to keep my head down (literally and figuratively) and play methodically. Kind of like being Splinter instead of Donatello (you heard me right, I made a TMNT reference, bitches)
What else have I been doing ... hmm ... I've been doing a lot more running in the past week or so, I'm trying to beat the weightroom mile record (which is 43 seconds faster than my fastest time) when I get back in school, so I'm going to be methodical (eh? This doctrine works for all ails) and train for it. I also found some free techno and rock on Newgrounds to run to, and some of it isn't bad. For instance, George Dubya Is Not A Fascist is funny as hell. I'm glad I'm Canadian.
What else ... what else ... well, I've done a lot of work on my room (I'll put up before and after pics when it's completely finished) and taken out a lot of junk (legos fill my closet) and now it's just about time to rearrange furniture (fabulously, of course) and I think I'll do some more stuff after I finish this post.
Oh, and many (okay, okay, all) of you know that I've been back on MySpace recently. THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY PERMANENT! It started when I needed info from a person whose e-mail address and phone number I lack, but who I know from ... MySpace. And then got drug along like the knuckles of those televangelists when some people I knew from middle school appeared from a seeming nowhere, so I chatted with them some. Oh well. I then changed it from it's original configuration so as not to give anyone the wrong impression that I'm some sort of self-obsessed, arrogant, narcissistic freak.
Okay, okay, fine. I am. But nobody likes to know that upfront, right? I am right, right?
Anyways, my friend has been in and out of town for the past two ... three weeks. First it was family vacation, then a dance camp, now a camping trip. Wow. I wish I did that much cool shit over the summer. But we're in a bit of a financial crunch as of late, so no fun vacations until my dad gets finished with his book. Oh well.
I think I'll have to do something really cool now, just so I don't feel like a complete fool, wasting summer vacation and such.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| I am mad as hell, your honor. |
[Jul. 27th, 2006|10:10 pm] |
Oi, I'm bored. I think I'll write an entry in my LiveJournal. That sounds entirely devoid of meaning.
Specifically, I think I'm going to rant more about my less-than-always-sober friend.
Okay: I was wrong, there are people other than me and my friend who are worried and/or care, they just aren't as vehement or scared by it. Which is probably a better mindset to be in than a harsh dick like myself about it.
I dunno, I can't help myself, I guess. Perhaps I should restrain my anger about the subject? I don't know. The way in which she approaches it scares me. She said she wouldn't do it more than once or twice a week, okay, that's moderation ... I guess. I recently looked up American Indian peace pipe traditions to find out how often they smoke peyote and found that they use only tobacco and do not, and, apparently, have not, condone(d) the use of hallucinogens or illegal substances in their peace pipe ceremonies. However, Indian sadhus (a wandering monk) smoke hashish ritually, and 20th Century smokers have turned it "spiritual" and "religious." They can piss off. What I do know, however, are that there are no positive side effects (besides a buzz, I guess, if you want to call that 'positive') to marijuana consumption, and marijuana smoke has the same tars and toxins that cigarette smoke has.
I can't tell her to stop, I can tell her the reasons, though, and I can also point out that possession of cannabis is strictly ILLEGAL under U.S. law. But I've heard of people killing other people all the time, so I guess using law as a deterrent seems a bit ... lacking, don't you think? And hell, people can get away with murder, Simpson did, and now, apparently, so did Andrea Yates, the woman who drowned her three children in the bath tub. That really, really, agitates me, the jury acknowledged her knowledge of the law against killing people, but decided that she was 'above' the law because she 'decided' that ridding her children of temptation was right. Bullshit objection, your honor. Your jury is full of flatliners.
So I guess I can go kill George Bush, even if it is a federal offense, if I think I'm doing the right thing, right? That's right homeland security, I'm talking to you, you first amendment defying, dumbass lapdogs.
Did I mention I've recently gone completely insane? Naw, I didn't think it was necessary. It seemed rather obvious, just like ANDREA YATES KILLING HER THREE CHILDREN! *stegordon has been dragged away in a straight jacket by three men in white coats, he was then injected with a tranquilizer*
I think ... zzz ... wah! Oh, excuse me, I seemed to have dosed off for a bit. I think I know why I'm crazy, so I'll just use it as a segway into my journal entry.
I haven't seen my friend in almost seven days. Just five more to go. Oh boy. Summer school got out today, so that was pretty cool. I'm going to go babysit some kids tomorrow and play golf. And that's about it for my week. I still haven't started on my room, yet. I think I'll start tomorrow, seeing as how it's almost 11:30
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 24th, 2006|11:17 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest Soundtrack | ] |
Ah, it's really hot, just so all of y'all who don't live in San Jose know that. However, if you don't live in San Jose, you probably don't read this, so that's rather redundant. And for all of you who live in San Jose, I did say y'all, but only to be satirical and show that it's just as hot as it is in the South, without the KKK and the NRA.
Hmm ... Let's see, it's almost been around two weeks since my last entry ... lots of stuff has happened, I guess. I mean I'm still alive, I think that's one hell of an accomplishment.
Well, summer school's almost over, I think that's pretty cool. This is actually my last week, just three more days to go. It's hot as blazes, Jeezus. I just thought I'd interject that, just to get the point across.
Let's see, wait, hold on a second, this entry is taking far too long to start, that pisses me off, something's not kosher, and it's not the fucking heat, either. Oh well, something's got me spooked and I can't quite put my finger on it. Regardless, here's the spiel.
So, I've been doing some cool stuff, for instance, my friends and I saw Pirates of the Caribbean again, because my "friend" (I just think that's fun) wasn't able to come last time, so we made an exception and saw it again. I also missed the first ten minutes of it the first time, so that's the reason 'I' went. Beforehand, we went to Johnny Rocket's nearby and ate lunch, so that was good. Afterward, we went to get ice cream at the Ben & Jerry's, where there was this weird girl who was talking exclusively in sign language who apparently knew one of my friends, but that was just a side note. After that, we hung around the Borders, also nearby (see a pattern here?) until another ... friend ... got picked up, and then, we went to the park in the middle of downtown San Jose, and we played tag. Oh ... my god. Tag is 'the' most awesome game in the world, I don't care what you think, I am right. It was pretty fun, although, truth be told, I remember distinctly that, when I was smaller, I was not the fastest. I must 'obviously' be hanging out with the wrong group of friends. Not. After that, we tried to go to the Children's Discovery Museum, but, after discovering it had closed for the day, decided instead to go to Casey's house via the light rail. There we played a spot (you heard me right) of Monopoly, and it seemed suspiciously to end right after I had purchased the Boardwalk, hmmm. But, it had to end for the longest game of BS I've ever played, which was fun, my ability to lie seemed to be a bit off, though, and I picked up more stacks than I would have liked to, asi es la vida.
I've gone over to the park a lot recently, my friend went on a trip to Idaho, and Washington, and South Dakota ... I dunno, they were a bunch of boring states ... for a week and a half! What ever will I do without hearing her sweet voice for eleven days?! Oh be still, my beating heart! *faints*
Erhmm ... regardless, I think I'll rearrange my room and practice my amazing metrosexuality, minus a sense of popular style, but that's okay: it just so happens that everybody else is wrong, while I am the only one who can seem to get it right. Bwahaha.
Oh, and the last time we went to the park, we saw Katy and Matt there, so we hung out for a while, but my friend needed to leave to pack for her trip, so we left soon after they arrived, but not before I got to practice my fence-hopping, cliff-leaping skills. It didn't go so well, I did a few somersaults, but hey; it was dark, so sod off, grasshopper.
Regardless of that, it was a spectacular goodbye k-I mean, it was good to see my friend the day before she left. Uh-hum. Sod off, go fuck yourself, the whole nine yards.
Hmm ... what else, what else. Not a hell of a lot. Another one of my friends has started to seriously tick me off/worry me with her smoking. My psychiatrist says it's not my responsibility to change her habits, but I'm not going to let one of my friends run themselves into the ground like that, not one that did not forsake me in my time of need. But I can't tell her what to do, nor can I seem to get a rise out of her as to her reasons. The situation seems hopeless as only one other friend is unnerved as much as I. Jeezus fucking Christ! This is fucking serious! Doesn't anyone get that?! Or does it not phase them like the priest who did nothing as his neighbors were taken away in the Holocaust, until they, themselves are taken away, and no one is left to save them?! It makes me livid.
... A-Alright, I'm going to stop now.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 9th, 2006|11:11 pm] |
Bwahaha ... I have a new avatar. I know, I know, I didn't draw it myself, but sod off: I don't need your attacking my stomach right now, I just ate a greasy cheeseburger and that would be bad for your top.
So, I hate updating only every couple of days, but I'm lazy like that, so sod off again, just for good measure.
Hmm ... let's see. I saw Pirates of the Caribbean 2, too. That was a good movie, I thought, regardless of my friend's parents' or the critics' ideas. I was late to it, again, of course, because of golf. I only missed the first ten minutes of it, and not a lot happened in that time. However, some cockbiting fucktards behind me kept throwing popcorn at me, so that was the only bad part of the movie. Awesome ending, by the way. Very schway. I think that's one of my favorite endings in all of moviedom, not only was it really surprising (for me, at least, I'm kind of dense, if you don't know me) but the way it was acted was very well played out (yay for dribbling apple juice!)
Then, on Saturday, my friend (running joke, now, for you new people) had a dance rehearsal that was really amazingly awesome (I'm not even saying this because she's a friend, things that suck receive no bias because of propriety, just so you know) although, when she was in a leotard, and if my life was/were(?) a manga, I would still have to put tissues in my bleeding nose. Mom! I need another box!
Then, on Sunday, I slept in and didn't go to church for the first time in three or four Sundays, which received instant criticism from my mother. Weird. It's not like that would get my blasphemous, sinful soul into heaven anyway, I'm screwed, so why waste my time? I did go to a Buddhist church, though, at the Obon festival downtown. That was a pretty cool festival. Let's see, there was a moose, a deuschbag, an Enaj Yesak, and a ... well, I don't know what the other one's nickname is right now, I'll think of it. Oh yeah, the Sha-nnan. Wasn't that bitch in a couple languages, as well? I can never remember these things.
So ... yeah. We saw some awesomely cool Taiko drums, a really ornate buddhist church (Santa Clara university, eat your hear out) an anime store seeming to specialize in soft-core hentai, but I still am devoid of sushi. Creepy. Oh yeah, I kept complaining about Shell hitting on me, which makes me mad, since I would like to consider myself pretty-thick skinned. No, wait, it wasn't that that bugged me, it was the fact that I'm already enamored with one of her friends, and she has the fucking nerve to still do that to me. The fact that she seems to have no respect for something established like that, or respect for one of her own friends, really, really pisses me off. As anyone who saw me wrap my fingers around her throat can attest to.
Okay, that's far too much coverage for such a tangent, but you're a journal, so that's what I get to do to you.
I did a elbow-handstand on the grass in front of the buddhist church, too, without support, so I was very happy with myself.
Did I mention I like my avatar? It's a chibi-ized form of Gilgamesh, a Servant from Fate/Stay Night, in case you were wondering. His jacket looks kind of like mine, too, which is creepy. He kinda looks like me if I were to have red eyes, methinks.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jul. 5th, 2006|05:50 pm] |
So ... I sit ... in my house. Yes, that was a complete sentence, zark off.
Hmm ... let me think ... what has happened since my last update ...
Oh! Well, I played at this one golf course down in Salinas, it was pretty fun. There was one hole there that was a 75 yd shot down a cliff. That was pretty amazing. I played ... okay. I shot five over on the front nine, and, because my putting sucks right now, I shot eleven over on the back nine.
Regardless, there's a little story that goes along with it:
So, as I ride in my friend's car on the way to Salinas, my pants start vibrating. Which made me think something odd was going on until I remember that phones do that also. That was sarcasm, in case you couldn't tell. It happened to be the Shannan calling me to go to a, get this: a "semi-formal" gathering. I kid you not, ladies and jellyspoons, I kid you not. One of my friends has a "semi-formal" gathering at the California Pizza Kitchen, no less. After I stop laughing up a lung, I realize it's going to be a big time squeeze to get back home from Salinas (an hour and a half from San Jose) change from my golf attire (which is probably California semi-formal, but the classic definition requires a sport coat) Oh well.
Asi es la vida!
So, I get home from golf too late to go to the restaurant, but in time to watch the movie, Click. Shannan has told me by now, that the semi-formal clause no longer applies to me, and I head over to Oakridge Mall.
First words uttered by the hostess: "You were supposed to dress up!"
... Asi ... es ... la vida.
But that's okay, I was so annoyed by the hostess' rudeness that I didn't really care that I had broken the rules. I think that there should be some leeway for someone who's on a traveling golf team, shouldn't you?
After the movie was over, it was around ten ... or eleven, it was one of those times, and Casey, Shannan and I needed to visit the bathroom, so that's a long walk from the bottom of the escalator, but it was pretty cool roaming a deserted mall, very ... Day of the Dead-esque, without the zombies. But hey; life can't be perfect.
The Fourth of July wasn't particularly interesting for me, it just meant a break from summer school. We watched the firworks some of our friends lit on a block party near our church, and there were some fire engines that were there earlier that were very, very cool. That's really interesting specialized technology right there. Shannan and Casey showed up out of nowhere, too, right when I was losing a chess game. So my week has been very dork-calling and Harry Potter fangirl filled. After I got home from the block party, I had to edit a Spanish composition for class tomorrow (today) and spend all night rewriting it, only to find that it's due tomorrow, the sixth.
Asi es la vida! |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 30th, 2006|09:37 pm] |
Oi, for my all fans (yeah, all one or two of you): sorry for having taken so long to update this thing.
Yeah, school's over. Well, for me it isn't; I have summer school. But it's pretty lax as it is 8:30-11:30 Monday-Thursday, and there's not a lot of homework. It's actually kind of fun. The kids are pretty nice, and there are some adults mixed in for good measure. I'm not quite the laughing stock of the classroom yet, but I can sense its arrival coming soon. *shakes fist*
It's a Friday, though, and there wasn't any school, so that was good. However, I had the qualifying round for the match on Sunday for golf, and I sucked los huevos pretty hard. Oh well, I still get to play the course on Sunday, so that's the reason I'm on the team. I could care less if I win or lose the match against the other team, it's not for money. Then, afterwards, I went to the park with one of my friends, so that more than totally made up for the loss. A-yep.
Hmm ... yesterday was pretty interesting, I was going home from golf when the Shannan called me and told me to go over to Shell's house. Weird, but that's cool. Regardless, my dad had some sort of meeting to go to and didn't have the time to take me over there, so the Shannan had the crazy idea to take the bus. That was pretty interesting, we almost drove past the place we were trying to go. My only gripe was that both of my pairs of cargo pants were in the wash, so I had to *gasp* wear jeans. I dislike wearing jeans, I mean, in the case I would need to do an roundhouse to axle kick, I wouldn't have the flexibility in my legwear to pull it off. But that's okay, people say I look good in jeans, go figure. Perhaps I should ask them sometime specifically why. But that would be weird, so I won't.
It was a pretty bitchin' prohibition-style party. We watched The Green Mile, which is kind of a weird movie to watch for a party, not really that cheery, but it was interesting to say the least. Which is a good segway to my next topic which was the interesting thing of the party was the fact that the Shell was joking around and hitting on me. Excuse me, I must find bag to deposit my lunch in, blech. Eargheiz, that was weird. I wonder if I was the only one who found that style of humor uneasy. Go figure. I guess it's pretty hard to resist my amazing geeky, rugged charm. Yeah, that's totally it. Completely. And C-3PO just has a TransLang communications module, yeah right. He actually has an AA-1 Verbobrain, in case you were wondering.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 13th, 2006|06:38 pm] |
Ah ... It feels so amazingly refreshing to be done with today, June 13, 2006. I had two finals to do today. The first was AP European History, and it wasn't hard at all. I also got to show the class my project. It was one of only two three-dimensional models. I don't dislike the projects done in 2D form, but ... I like the idea of a model better, I guess.
Then, I had the Math Analysis Honors Final. I think that it went extraordinarily well, considering that I no longer find myself the paragon of parametrics that I once was. My mom helped me memorize the trigonometric identities, and I did rather well on the problem solving part. With any, luck, it'll bring my grade up to a B. Keep your fingers crossed. It pisses me off in the first place that my grade sucks, but it's a bit late to be mad at myself. All I can do is kick ass and take names next year.
After school got out, me and a bunch of friends went to Zanotto's to get lunch. My dad picked me up there and we went home.
So, now, I sit. I played through a level of Kingdom Hearts II, and just sat around in a general malaise for the past couple hours. KFC for dinner (yeah, pretty horrible, I consider myself so refined and yet eat not just fried chicken, but fast food fried chicken!) But, before that, I saw this pretty cool movie called "Dark City" with Kiefer Sutherland in a supporting role. It's about this guy who awakes in a bathtub with no memory, and is wanted by the police for half a dozen murders. To top that, these crazy pale people with telekinetic/physic powers are chasing him as well. It's very well done graphically, very noir, very ... dark, and very good special effects for a movie from the nineties.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 10th, 2006|11:36 pm] |
Today was pretty boring. I got up at around 9:00, ate breakfast and watched the end of Wayne's World, which was entirely random. My parents went to some Deacon/Elder retreat thing from ten to one-thirty, and I stayed home only to work on my History project, which I'm actually beginning to be rather fond of.
I first layed out the placements of the object on the styrofoam in pencil, and then, when my dad got home, I started work on the archway entrance and the log cabin and some other random albeit need-to-be-done things while my dad went to D&J Hobby to get further supplies. I <3 D&J Hobby, the people there are so excitingly eccentric. Albeit their prices are a bit ... pricey.
Anyways, in the meantime, one of my close friends called me up and wanted to hang out at the park nearby our houses, and, because my dad was being only slightly annoying about it, he decided that I could only go for twenty minutes.
Okay, first annoyance with this, twenty minutes is an odd amount of time on a daily scale. Why not half an hour? That is far more usual for an equivalent amount of time. Second annoyance, the fact that an hour or two would not make too much of an impact, I don't have a time squeeze yet, and I can just work later on into the night because I don't have to get up early tomorrow.
But, regardless, we hung out for a little bit, and my mom suggested he/she should stay over for dinner. That was pretty cool, methinks. It's a while since I've eaten a meal in the company of a friend. That, and I had a far more efficient and amiable helper with my project for a while. We both created and finished modeling the trees for the project, so that's good. I don't have a lot more to do on it, anyway.
So, because my last entry was before the mad partay last night, I'll go into some detail about that. It started slow, but it was kinda fun toward the end. This one weird 'gangsta' type guy came kinda late and, being really odd and random, challenged one of my more ripped looking friends to a push-up contest. WTF?! What an odd thing to do ... regardless. I could not pass up this opportunity to show off, it was far too easy. Hell, I should have bet money on myself. So anyway, my lacrosse-playing friend does a respectable forty-four. The instigator also barely managed to match him. Up until now, I was a harmless, underclassmen bystander, but I took off my overshirt and asked to join. The neutral referee was really cute, "So what are you going to do? What? Like twenty?" Maybe I should have punched his lower jaw off just to prove a point, but only irritable people on steroids do that.
So the guy decides I need to do them differently. Alright, fine. I will. He decides I need to do them on my fists. We're on a friggin' hardwood floor! Okay, I can live with that. I easily pull off 51. Then, it's time to sneak off into the shadows.
Afterwards, we just sit around talking. One guy asks us, if our life were to have a theme song, which would it be? I think that my theme song would either be "She's an Angel" or "Till my Head Falls Off" both by They Might Be Giants. Anecdote, done.
Then I phase out a little from the conversation. I hear the song that I hate the most. It is the one song that brings forward emotions of regret, angst, anxiety, nervousness, and a slew of other tension-related feelings. You know the song, it's that one by what's-her-name. The chorus line starts with "Since you've been gone" It's that line that you are required to shout at school dances. The song itself is fine, I have no quarrel with its composer or message (whatever the hell it may be) but it reminds me of mistakes I've made in the past regarding dances.
Okay, I'm finished being psuedo-emo. But I don't really care. I just felt like adding that last paragraph for no reason. I just don't like that song. So there.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jun. 9th, 2006|05:03 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kirameku Namida wa Hoshi ni-Sachi Tainaka | ] |
Hmm ... well, this is my first entry into the annals of LiveJournal. I wonder if anyone will like it?
I got up early this morning, but not as early as I have this past week. I got up around 6:15, whereas I've normally found myself awake around 5:45 to 6:00. Oh well. I still got to school before necessary, which is good. Got a group of friends to hang out with, and one of 'em told me that I wake her up in the morning. So it's always good to be of service to another.
I didn't like today so much. Yes, 'twas a friday, but I have to study a lot for finals starting next week. I've got to make a model of a memorial for history, study for the history final, memorize sixteen lines of Shakespeare for english, study for the english final, and study for the chem final. Little buttheads. I'm kinda okay right now, though. You've always got to stay a little upbeat. That, and I'm looking forward to breaking some records next week for amount of tests aced. Heh heh. Not. I am looking forward to proving myself intelligent, though. I haven't gotten a lot of numerical proof of that this year. It kinda pisses me off. I think I forgot to list a couple, BTW, but that's okay, I need not worry about them as of now.
Hmm ... in a couple of hours, I'll be going to one of my upperclassmen friend's graduation party. I know not what to expect, but, since they're part of my church youth group, I expect it to be not entirely unscrupulous in nature.
I want to do something fun this weekend, but I've got so much unnecessary crap to do. It makes me angry to be already set up for something on the weekends before friday. My life is structured enough during the week, I want some spontaneity on the weekends.
Stegordon, out. |
|
|
| navigation |
| [ |
viewing |
| |
most recent entries |
] |
| |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
stegordon's journal
anxious