For my next trick, I fuck the shit out of my own leg, so much so the initial pain causes me to roll on the floor, not laughing.
God, it hurts.
Real post will be sunday, after chris's party. Apologies for the lateness on that one, but I think the posts I've been making nonstop will make up for that.
xo,
anthony.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Sweet Jebas Above,
SOMEONE ELSE BLOGGED!
If she hadn't dumped me (and I hadn't made it worse) I would love devon, just for that. However, she did, and I did, so I don't. Close, though.
To move on, today, in the course of a single conversation, by a single incredibly hot chick,I was told I have a sexy voice, with a british accent that reminds her of obi-wan kenobi.
It was single-handedly the greatest compliment I've ever recieved.
I also got laughs out of both her and her friend, because my amazingly odd family gives me some of the greatest party stories that I have in my repertoire. To the point though, I scored major points.
Sadly enough, both of them are taken and I don't want a relationship right now, but still, they're hot.
And to avoid being called a-person-who-objectifies-women, I shall now throw their names at you: Caroline and Katie.
So there?
Also, grabbed the last part of my costume today. I'll be wearing it at school tomorrow.
It will be epic.
If she hadn't dumped me (and I hadn't made it worse) I would love devon, just for that. However, she did, and I did, so I don't. Close, though.
To move on, today, in the course of a single conversation, by a single incredibly hot chick,I was told I have a sexy voice, with a british accent that reminds her of obi-wan kenobi.
It was single-handedly the greatest compliment I've ever recieved.
I also got laughs out of both her and her friend, because my amazingly odd family gives me some of the greatest party stories that I have in my repertoire. To the point though, I scored major points.
Sadly enough, both of them are taken and I don't want a relationship right now, but still, they're hot.
And to avoid being called a-person-who-objectifies-women, I shall now throw their names at you: Caroline and Katie.
So there?
Also, grabbed the last part of my costume today. I'll be wearing it at school tomorrow.
It will be epic.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
48 Hours - To hell with the compass
(For those of you who've been here from the very beginning. Love to you all.)
As you may recall, the very first post I ever did was on a blog completely unlike this one. In fact, the only thing that's held true (aside from me writing this) is the adress in that there web bar. I recall, this was once known as East Coast Blog Project, or alternatively The East Coast Blog Project.
I remember the first post I ever did, shouting proudly to (interestingly enough) the most readers I've ever had (about eight?) Then again, I haven't the foggiest how many of you read this, though I'm reasonably assured plenty of people do. I shouted about confusing compasses, escapades with ex girlfriends, first kisses, parties, music, bets, finals, and whatever the hell I wanted. Which may be why people stopped reading it.
This blog has endured a hell of a lot, and seen more than a few people rise and fall as bloggers. Which reminds me, it never hurts to take up the reigns again, peeps.
Plenty of things have happened on this blog. I've quit (twice, but I never announced it), come back, ruined friendships, stayed up all night making ridiculously horrible posts that lack the quality I cling to, the quotable Cara Clarke and the reader favorite: Me.
It's quite alarming to me that now, after nearly 6 months, I'm approaching the 100 post mark.
Alarming.
So, in news, I got my bike back, it was thrilling, I felt beast, and can still do crazy shit on it. I'm blowing off my homework, and listening to Ain't No Rest for the Wicked. It's sweet.
Eddie wears eyeshadow. I can't get over this.
As you may recall, the very first post I ever did was on a blog completely unlike this one. In fact, the only thing that's held true (aside from me writing this) is the adress in that there web bar. I recall, this was once known as East Coast Blog Project, or alternatively The East Coast Blog Project.
I remember the first post I ever did, shouting proudly to (interestingly enough) the most readers I've ever had (about eight?) Then again, I haven't the foggiest how many of you read this, though I'm reasonably assured plenty of people do. I shouted about confusing compasses, escapades with ex girlfriends, first kisses, parties, music, bets, finals, and whatever the hell I wanted. Which may be why people stopped reading it.
This blog has endured a hell of a lot, and seen more than a few people rise and fall as bloggers. Which reminds me, it never hurts to take up the reigns again, peeps.
Plenty of things have happened on this blog. I've quit (twice, but I never announced it), come back, ruined friendships, stayed up all night making ridiculously horrible posts that lack the quality I cling to, the quotable Cara Clarke and the reader favorite: Me.
It's quite alarming to me that now, after nearly 6 months, I'm approaching the 100 post mark.
Alarming.
So, in news, I got my bike back, it was thrilling, I felt beast, and can still do crazy shit on it. I'm blowing off my homework, and listening to Ain't No Rest for the Wicked. It's sweet.
Eddie wears eyeshadow. I can't get over this.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
ANTHONY CLARKE
does EVERYTHING epic.
Wins, fails, etc.
Went out to get my halloween costume today. Since my original plan didn't go to well, I went with the backup, which will remain a surprise. I got most of it, all I need is a quick ten buck piece which me mum promised to get when she's out tomorrow.
I also grabbed a new shirt, which TARA all of you will see at school tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need to do my laundry. My dresser is empty, the pike is reaching proportions that are pretty damn epic.
Listening to Lux Aeterna now. Give it time, its a great track.
Erm, wow. Not much to blog about today.
Depending on how sane I am today, I may or may not have posted a post about the genius of bowl design. I'm pretty damn sure I did, but then again, I'm pretty damn nuts. Whatever.
In response to this, I think I'll blog about something badly designed.
(give me a moment to run down to the kitchen and play eenie-meenie-minee-moe.)
I did. I found nothing. The panic button has been smashed into the dashboard already, so I whacked the OTHER big red button.
In short, I hope none of you liked Russia.
Meanwhile, my sister found a car. Rather, my mom did, my sister loves it, and my dad is cautious. In short, though, I can see what you're saying.
"But what does this have to do with my favorite manly, rough-around-the-edges action man?"
"Well," I say, from the shadows, mysteriously, having already killed all the terrorists, defused the bomb and saved the hostages, "it means that should my parents come through, I could have my beloved batmoped by the end of the month." (Cue predictable and cliche, yet totally necessary, and oddly brief make out session with the heroine/lover/random female hostage).
(cue explosions.)
(cue ending.)
Wins, fails, etc.
Went out to get my halloween costume today. Since my original plan didn't go to well, I went with the backup, which will remain a surprise. I got most of it, all I need is a quick ten buck piece which me mum promised to get when she's out tomorrow.
I also grabbed a new shirt, which TARA all of you will see at school tomorrow. Which reminds me, I need to do my laundry. My dresser is empty, the pike is reaching proportions that are pretty damn epic.
Listening to Lux Aeterna now. Give it time, its a great track.
Erm, wow. Not much to blog about today.
Depending on how sane I am today, I may or may not have posted a post about the genius of bowl design. I'm pretty damn sure I did, but then again, I'm pretty damn nuts. Whatever.
In response to this, I think I'll blog about something badly designed.
(give me a moment to run down to the kitchen and play eenie-meenie-minee-moe.)
I did. I found nothing. The panic button has been smashed into the dashboard already, so I whacked the OTHER big red button.
In short, I hope none of you liked Russia.
Meanwhile, my sister found a car. Rather, my mom did, my sister loves it, and my dad is cautious. In short, though, I can see what you're saying.
"But what does this have to do with my favorite manly, rough-around-the-edges action man?"
"Well," I say, from the shadows, mysteriously, having already killed all the terrorists, defused the bomb and saved the hostages, "it means that should my parents come through, I could have my beloved batmoped by the end of the month." (Cue predictable and cliche, yet totally necessary, and oddly brief make out session with the heroine/lover/random female hostage).
(cue explosions.)
(cue ending.)
Sunday, October 25, 2009
I tried to make hot chocolate
but I went upstairs, came back, the mic had finished, it'd sat there, cooling, so it was cold, spilled everywhere because the measuring cup is badly designed, the cocoa mix floated to the top of the milk, and when I stirred, more fell all over. It tasted nothing like chocolate or milk, since almost none mixed in, and it got on my foot.
This, along with mass effect, is roughly how my day went.
Then I went downstairs to print my english homework, and saw my dad. After a nice, long conversation, I felt fantastic, and am now upstairs, writing about it. Since this is off-schedule, I don't feel obligated to make this extra long.
So I won't.
This, along with mass effect, is roughly how my day went.
Then I went downstairs to print my english homework, and saw my dad. After a nice, long conversation, I felt fantastic, and am now upstairs, writing about it. Since this is off-schedule, I don't feel obligated to make this extra long.
So I won't.
Anthony Clarke
Notes the odd urges you get at 3 in the morning. I have, for example, just spent time trying to hack my old neopets account and started a new one. I also just got my zombie killing fix by owning an entire planet in Mass Effect, and was just listening to stephen lynch sing about nazi girlfriends.
Yeah, this day is going well.
Yeah, this day is going well.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
We're all living in Amerika,
amerika is wunderbar...
So, I'm gonna go out on a limb, and make a few assumptions here.
First, you're excited. Look! A new blog post from your favorite tall, dark, and mysterious blogger! Next, you wonder what it could be about. Since homecoming was last night, you think, it'll probably have a section about homecoming in it, seeing as the greatest partier this side of the Mississippi wouldn't miss it to save his life. Then, you think about what it might read like. Assumedly, it'll be an exciting post where anthony breaks all kinds of barriers, making out with the hottest senior there (who'd be single, of course, because Anthony is such a class act), or taking the mic and singing the only decent song for the entirety of the dance.
Then you get to actually reading this thing.
While admittedly, I did dance, it took me multiple hours to actually get my hands around the waist of someone else, which bothered me. A lot. Regardless, it was nice, despite that the first one was just me saving mackenzie from some creeper. The second (and, admittedly, final) was me dancing with mackenzie again, but still, twas different.
In the course of the dance, I danced with mackenzie (see above), friends, pissed off devon, played ping pong, and didn't freak with anyone (despite chris and austin doing it with their respective choices for the night, goddammit.)
Lets start from the beginning. I took two showers, cleared off my face, and put on my best shirt in pants. I showed up at 7:15, looking classy on my moped (the batmoped/vespa). I walked up to the school, conversed with friends, and waited in an infinitely long line with chris and co. Oh, I also was wowed by a few dozen girls dresses. But I digress. While we waited in what will reach the pages of history as one of the great lines of the age, we sang twist and shout, because we could. While a certain douchenozzle nearby exclaimed his alarm in the form of an insult (because I definitely only arrived to get pussy. Way to generalize, you fucking asshole.)
On to the dance itself, yes?
Well, I went in. I danced. I wandered between groups for a while, but eventually got sick of geoff and gabby and stephanie and nick staring into each others and stopped leaving ian and co.'s group. Speaking of that argument with sean (who couldn't make it)'s group (as I call it) , it's one of the things Devon said to me. See, I was wandering (pre dancing with any females that night) and she and I collided (not physically). She talked about that (as I recall?) and then talked about what an awful day she was having. I consoled her, and then she was (before I go any further, this is from memory. My quotes should be accurate to the word, but I may mix her actions up) talking about it again, and I patted her on the shoulder, saying "aww, poor devon. Dance?" And indicated the mosh pit that was the dance floor. In response, she said nothing (may have let off an exasperated sigh), turned, and walked off. So yeah, devon's ticked at me.
So, I danced with Ian and co, chris dropped in rather often (the first two hours, that is. The last he spent entirely with allie, which I can't blame him for.) Recall that whole change bit in lip sync? Where the two guys where up there, and each would dance and pass it to the other guy? We did that. I felt mine was awful, but chris consoled me. (to be clear, in that case "we" means travis, ian, chris, carthac, others, and I.) So that was fun. At some time or another (timeline is unclear) I played ping pong with carthac, kurtis, katie, and her friend. Me and carthac and kurtis had one end, the girls had the other (oh yeah, austin was on that side. Unrelatedly.) So, yeah. Then came dancing with mackenzie, 2.0, humor, other people grinding, and the end. After the dance, I rode off on me moped, sufficiently scaring the crap out of some upperclassmen (I think), and then waited three minutes to call chris, to avoid ruining the moment. He was too chivalrous for a kiss, though he wanted one from allie.
So, that was the dance.
Came home, nicki and priv arrived later, and there was much partying. As I graced safeway with my barefoot presence, I'm convinced the parking lot gave me swine flu monkey aids. I did get a monstrous home-grown shirley temple, which priv made. Twas delicious. According to priv, the massive amounts of sugar made me forget that I told him that I made out with someone else's girlfriend and almost got in a fight. If I did, good job me, I hope it was worth it.
Today, I hung out at home, since scott was busy, didn't get a halloween costume (is it so hard to find a priest top?), and spent a bit of time with priv, nicki, and their friend danielle (mark arrived later) watching megan fox 2, and had much fun.
Oh, and I wrote one of the longest post's I've ever made.
(so comment, for christ's sake.)
So, I'm gonna go out on a limb, and make a few assumptions here.
First, you're excited. Look! A new blog post from your favorite tall, dark, and mysterious blogger! Next, you wonder what it could be about. Since homecoming was last night, you think, it'll probably have a section about homecoming in it, seeing as the greatest partier this side of the Mississippi wouldn't miss it to save his life. Then, you think about what it might read like. Assumedly, it'll be an exciting post where anthony breaks all kinds of barriers, making out with the hottest senior there (who'd be single, of course, because Anthony is such a class act), or taking the mic and singing the only decent song for the entirety of the dance.
Then you get to actually reading this thing.
While admittedly, I did dance, it took me multiple hours to actually get my hands around the waist of someone else, which bothered me. A lot. Regardless, it was nice, despite that the first one was just me saving mackenzie from some creeper. The second (and, admittedly, final) was me dancing with mackenzie again, but still, twas different.
In the course of the dance, I danced with mackenzie (see above), friends, pissed off devon, played ping pong, and didn't freak with anyone (despite chris and austin doing it with their respective choices for the night, goddammit.)
Lets start from the beginning. I took two showers, cleared off my face, and put on my best shirt in pants. I showed up at 7:15, looking classy on my moped (the batmoped/vespa). I walked up to the school, conversed with friends, and waited in an infinitely long line with chris and co. Oh, I also was wowed by a few dozen girls dresses. But I digress. While we waited in what will reach the pages of history as one of the great lines of the age, we sang twist and shout, because we could. While a certain douchenozzle nearby exclaimed his alarm in the form of an insult (because I definitely only arrived to get pussy. Way to generalize, you fucking asshole.)
On to the dance itself, yes?
Well, I went in. I danced. I wandered between groups for a while, but eventually got sick of geoff and gabby and stephanie and nick staring into each others and stopped leaving ian and co.'s group. Speaking of that argument with sean (who couldn't make it)'s group (as I call it) , it's one of the things Devon said to me. See, I was wandering (pre dancing with any females that night) and she and I collided (not physically). She talked about that (as I recall?) and then talked about what an awful day she was having. I consoled her, and then she was (before I go any further, this is from memory. My quotes should be accurate to the word, but I may mix her actions up) talking about it again, and I patted her on the shoulder, saying "aww, poor devon. Dance?" And indicated the mosh pit that was the dance floor. In response, she said nothing (may have let off an exasperated sigh), turned, and walked off. So yeah, devon's ticked at me.
So, I danced with Ian and co, chris dropped in rather often (the first two hours, that is. The last he spent entirely with allie, which I can't blame him for.) Recall that whole change bit in lip sync? Where the two guys where up there, and each would dance and pass it to the other guy? We did that. I felt mine was awful, but chris consoled me. (to be clear, in that case "we" means travis, ian, chris, carthac, others, and I.) So that was fun. At some time or another (timeline is unclear) I played ping pong with carthac, kurtis, katie, and her friend. Me and carthac and kurtis had one end, the girls had the other (oh yeah, austin was on that side. Unrelatedly.) So, yeah. Then came dancing with mackenzie, 2.0, humor, other people grinding, and the end. After the dance, I rode off on me moped, sufficiently scaring the crap out of some upperclassmen (I think), and then waited three minutes to call chris, to avoid ruining the moment. He was too chivalrous for a kiss, though he wanted one from allie.
So, that was the dance.
Came home, nicki and priv arrived later, and there was much partying. As I graced safeway with my barefoot presence, I'm convinced the parking lot gave me swine flu monkey aids. I did get a monstrous home-grown shirley temple, which priv made. Twas delicious. According to priv, the massive amounts of sugar made me forget that I told him that I made out with someone else's girlfriend and almost got in a fight. If I did, good job me, I hope it was worth it.
Today, I hung out at home, since scott was busy, didn't get a halloween costume (is it so hard to find a priest top?), and spent a bit of time with priv, nicki, and their friend danielle (mark arrived later) watching megan fox 2, and had much fun.
Oh, and I wrote one of the longest post's I've ever made.
(so comment, for christ's sake.)
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
United States of Whatthefuckery.
I declare myself president.
Look, if a damn cruise line can do it, so can I. Now excuse me, I'm going to stand on me roof.
I'm back. I said Hi to my sister's boyfriend while I was up there. I also noted how nice it smells. Like a barbecue, minus the meat. So... smoky. Very nice, if I do say so myself.
Rode home on me pink bike today, and even after recieving crap from the juniors in my chem class about it, it was fun. Halley stole it, briefly.
Just talked to a chick from da east, sharon, and she's a commie.
Still, PANTS. Too many tests this week. two on friday, one math one geography. Expecting a chem one as well.
I hate chem.
Homecoming friday, need to get my ticket. Fast. I also don't have a school I.D.
Hey, remember when everyone had a blog? Devon, eric, ian, austin, everyone, even little ole' me, had one. Now I'm the only one who updates it. Oh, shannon had one too. I still have the link to the emo garbage. I cruise it sometimes, but she doesn't update it.
Mr. Dorado is a lot nicer now. I like him, he learned to teach after we taught him how to. He was also nice to Chris, which may have influenced my decision a bit.
So, that wraps up today's post.
I hope hell is a pants-free zone.
Look, if a damn cruise line can do it, so can I. Now excuse me, I'm going to stand on me roof.
I'm back. I said Hi to my sister's boyfriend while I was up there. I also noted how nice it smells. Like a barbecue, minus the meat. So... smoky. Very nice, if I do say so myself.
Rode home on me pink bike today, and even after recieving crap from the juniors in my chem class about it, it was fun. Halley stole it, briefly.
Just talked to a chick from da east, sharon, and she's a commie.
Still, PANTS. Too many tests this week. two on friday, one math one geography. Expecting a chem one as well.
I hate chem.
Homecoming friday, need to get my ticket. Fast. I also don't have a school I.D.
Hey, remember when everyone had a blog? Devon, eric, ian, austin, everyone, even little ole' me, had one. Now I'm the only one who updates it. Oh, shannon had one too. I still have the link to the emo garbage. I cruise it sometimes, but she doesn't update it.
Mr. Dorado is a lot nicer now. I like him, he learned to teach after we taught him how to. He was also nice to Chris, which may have influenced my decision a bit.
So, that wraps up today's post.
I hope hell is a pants-free zone.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Those of you with eyes will have noticed the new layout.
Those of you without them, how are you reading this?
Are you an alien? Could an alien read this? Would it be interesting to those aliens who may or may not read this?
Regardless and furthermore, you may have noticed the new title, as well.
Oddly enough, this has been one of the drearier weekends, and I haven't done anything but get ticked at Scott, and play xbox all day. I did have an INCREDIBLY nice morning though. I slept in. :D
Friday was a bit more interesting, what with Alisa Pokrovsky wanting to know if I still liked Devon, me bothering Devon about it, her claiming she had nothing to do with it (but hell, as we've seen, I can't read a pretty face to save my life. If a guy lies, I catch it. Female? Not so much. >.<) Devon then went on to say she was glad I didn't like her, and I can't remember exactly why, but it rather ticks me off. (Read as: MAH EGO! OH NOES! D:)
I also didn't do very well on an essay which I didn't finish (I would've done better if it wasn't short periods), and went halfway to flunking on the back of a Spanish test (Mr. Dorado can't teach).
Aside from that and daydreaming about babes while I was in english, I rode home on a large, pink, townie bicycle, and received more complements than normal, even for me. Corn asked about it, so I started reciting gettysburg adress, and when she pointed out that this was that, I said, "Well, if it isn't that, I haven't the foggiest." And rode off. I also passed by another biker, a junior in my chem class, on the way home, and got such a confused look it made my day. Day well spent.
I'm seeing zombieland tommorow. While I'm there, someone plan a party for me. Deal?
Are you an alien? Could an alien read this? Would it be interesting to those aliens who may or may not read this?
Regardless and furthermore, you may have noticed the new title, as well.
Oddly enough, this has been one of the drearier weekends, and I haven't done anything but get ticked at Scott, and play xbox all day. I did have an INCREDIBLY nice morning though. I slept in. :D
Friday was a bit more interesting, what with Alisa Pokrovsky wanting to know if I still liked Devon, me bothering Devon about it, her claiming she had nothing to do with it (but hell, as we've seen, I can't read a pretty face to save my life. If a guy lies, I catch it. Female? Not so much. >.<) Devon then went on to say she was glad I didn't like her, and I can't remember exactly why, but it rather ticks me off. (Read as: MAH EGO! OH NOES! D:)
I also didn't do very well on an essay which I didn't finish (I would've done better if it wasn't short periods), and went halfway to flunking on the back of a Spanish test (Mr. Dorado can't teach).
Aside from that and daydreaming about babes while I was in english, I rode home on a large, pink, townie bicycle, and received more complements than normal, even for me. Corn asked about it, so I started reciting gettysburg adress, and when she pointed out that this was that, I said, "Well, if it isn't that, I haven't the foggiest." And rode off. I also passed by another biker, a junior in my chem class, on the way home, and got such a confused look it made my day. Day well spent.
I'm seeing zombieland tommorow. While I'm there, someone plan a party for me. Deal?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Now this is a story,
All about how,
My life got flipped-turned upside-down,
and I'd liked to take a minute, just sit right there,
and I'll tell you how I became unsure about what the hell I'm doing.
Tell me, does that make you fantasize about me?
No?
Well, screw that then.
Lemme try again:
I drive a motorcycle and once wrestled a bear with my bear hands in a burning building, shirtless.
Still no?
Well, how about this:
I'm bat-shit insane, like video games, am moderately muscular, listen to music like its going out of style, love fast cars, junk food, and parties.
Eh? Eh?
Do tell.
I posted this not because I haven't the slightest to report, but because I dislike being single, and this is incredibly entertaining to me. Got my old xbox working today, and feel bad about posting such boring things.
Tossing around the idea of learning to play an instrument. I would love to play guitar, but it seems so complex. I took piano, once, waaaay back. Dunno, thoughts?
Spending too much time on comp. Should stop.
And now, to finish, a poem from Rayne Summers.
(Why? Because I can.)
My life got flipped-turned upside-down,
and I'd liked to take a minute, just sit right there,
and I'll tell you how I became unsure about what the hell I'm doing.
Tell me, does that make you fantasize about me?
No?
Well, screw that then.
Lemme try again:
I drive a motorcycle and once wrestled a bear with my bear hands in a burning building, shirtless.
Still no?
Well, how about this:
I'm bat-shit insane, like video games, am moderately muscular, listen to music like its going out of style, love fast cars, junk food, and parties.
Eh? Eh?
Do tell.
I posted this not because I haven't the slightest to report, but because I dislike being single, and this is incredibly entertaining to me. Got my old xbox working today, and feel bad about posting such boring things.
Tossing around the idea of learning to play an instrument. I would love to play guitar, but it seems so complex. I took piano, once, waaaay back. Dunno, thoughts?
Spending too much time on comp. Should stop.
And now, to finish, a poem from Rayne Summers.
(Why? Because I can.)
Monday, October 12, 2009
Retro
That is, old things. My dad, dinosaurs, the look of the Weissman Roadster, the song I mentioned last post, old posts (some of which were retracted), old girlfriends, etc.
Some of you may see where I'm going with this.
As I listen to I can't smile without you, my mind (against my will) drifts to the worst post I ever made, arguably the worst possible: So, Devon. Now, this was taken down, but my mind is on it in light of the unexpected truth: she's still angry at me.
So, as I listen to the worst possible soundtrack for it, shirtless, on a bed, I wonder how I could apologize. Since she really seemed genuinely ticked. Now, I have no problem with jerks hating me, but she isn't a jerk. Christ, I apologize if this seems sappy. Listen to the song, it's not my fault how this post is. But enough of this.
Let's move on, shall we?
Today was my first day.
In short, it was good.
In length, people are overjoyed I'm back, and I'm overjoyed because I can use it to get girls to hug me. Hey, it feels nice, so sue me. :P PE is awesome, as is english, and the rest of my classes are prettymuch not so fun. Spanish, we learn nothing, cuz the teacher sucks, chem is confusing, geo I haven't had yet, (I threw a wrench at the system, just go with it) and geometry makes me want to kill myself (fucking proofs. >.<).
So, yes. Devon's ticked at me, school is fun, some girl who I think is named Corn hates me and bit me, so, whatever.
Death by tray it shall be!
Some of you may see where I'm going with this.
As I listen to I can't smile without you, my mind (against my will) drifts to the worst post I ever made, arguably the worst possible: So, Devon. Now, this was taken down, but my mind is on it in light of the unexpected truth: she's still angry at me.
So, as I listen to the worst possible soundtrack for it, shirtless, on a bed, I wonder how I could apologize. Since she really seemed genuinely ticked. Now, I have no problem with jerks hating me, but she isn't a jerk. Christ, I apologize if this seems sappy. Listen to the song, it's not my fault how this post is. But enough of this.
Let's move on, shall we?
Today was my first day.
In short, it was good.
In length, people are overjoyed I'm back, and I'm overjoyed because I can use it to get girls to hug me. Hey, it feels nice, so sue me. :P PE is awesome, as is english, and the rest of my classes are prettymuch not so fun. Spanish, we learn nothing, cuz the teacher sucks, chem is confusing, geo I haven't had yet, (I threw a wrench at the system, just go with it) and geometry makes me want to kill myself (fucking proofs. >.<).
So, yes. Devon's ticked at me, school is fun, some girl who I think is named Corn hates me and bit me, so, whatever.
Death by tray it shall be!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Oh, California...
"Oh, Anthony..."
"Baby, it's so great to be back."
"I'm so glad you're back."
"Baby, I let me put my feelings into a song...
You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
You came along just like a song
And brightened my day
Who would have believed that you were part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away
And now you know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile
Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find
Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me
And you see I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel glad when you're glad
I feel sad when you're sad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you."
"Oh, Anthony, how sweet..."
"You know it's true, California, stay with me forever. California, will you... marry me?"
"Oh, Anthony! Yes!"
(Insert making out here).
Good evening, fellow Californians. I'm back. And I wanted to add that special touch to this post. Hence the song. Don't worry, I still have content. Ish.
I really am listening to I can't smile without you. After watching hellboy 2, its just nice to listen to. Plus, I love this state. I may hate the douchebags that apparently make up 52% of our population, and the supreme court judges, but I do love the rest of you guys. <3's all around. As many of you know, I'm back, and heading to Northgate. But let's sort out the rest of this, shall we?
FAQTATHOOM: (Frequently Asked Questions That Annoy The Hell Out Of Me)
Why are you moving back?
Because Cara is better at convincing people than me, apparently. I also suspect that my Dad had something to do with it. To move on:
So why did you move to Massachussetts for a month and then just move back?
This is the worst of the bunch. In detail: We moved because Nicki needed in-state tuition for UMass at Amerherst and my mom friggin loves the cape. So we tried living there, and it royally sucked. Cara and I made this no secret, and mum gave in and moved us back. There.
So when can I see you?
Well, depends on the day, but if you're within about 2 miles, and there aren't any obstructions, you should be able to see me. As for getting together, throw me a party with at least 10 people, set it up on a date I can do, and I'm in. Unless they're all douchebags.
FAQTDSSH: (Frequently Asked Questions That Don't Suck So Hard)
What's you're schedule?
Ask me when I have it in my hand. Its a lot of work to type out, sorry. I'll show you soon, promise.
Dude! How will I survive without you here?
Keep eating, breathing, avoid drugs, try and keep the drinking to a minimum, and if you plan to do something you might regret, either don't do it or make it too fucking awesome to matter.
So how was the plane ride?
Alright, but my friggin headphones broke. That sucked, and so did the seating. Food was good, and so was the TV.
Single yet?
Oddly enough, yes. Are you hot?
And on that irreverent bombshell, I end this. See you all very, very soon. :)
"Baby, it's so great to be back."
"I'm so glad you're back."
"Baby, I let me put my feelings into a song...
You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you
You came along just like a song
And brightened my day
Who would have believed that you were part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away
And now you know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile
Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find
Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me
And you see I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel glad when you're glad
I feel sad when you're sad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you."
"Oh, Anthony, how sweet..."
"You know it's true, California, stay with me forever. California, will you... marry me?"
"Oh, Anthony! Yes!"
(Insert making out here).
Good evening, fellow Californians. I'm back. And I wanted to add that special touch to this post. Hence the song. Don't worry, I still have content. Ish.
I really am listening to I can't smile without you. After watching hellboy 2, its just nice to listen to. Plus, I love this state. I may hate the douchebags that apparently make up 52% of our population, and the supreme court judges, but I do love the rest of you guys. <3's all around. As many of you know, I'm back, and heading to Northgate. But let's sort out the rest of this, shall we?
FAQTATHOOM: (Frequently Asked Questions That Annoy The Hell Out Of Me)
Why are you moving back?
Because Cara is better at convincing people than me, apparently. I also suspect that my Dad had something to do with it. To move on:
So why did you move to Massachussetts for a month and then just move back?
This is the worst of the bunch. In detail: We moved because Nicki needed in-state tuition for UMass at Amerherst and my mom friggin loves the cape. So we tried living there, and it royally sucked. Cara and I made this no secret, and mum gave in and moved us back. There.
So when can I see you?
Well, depends on the day, but if you're within about 2 miles, and there aren't any obstructions, you should be able to see me. As for getting together, throw me a party with at least 10 people, set it up on a date I can do, and I'm in. Unless they're all douchebags.
FAQTDSSH: (Frequently Asked Questions That Don't Suck So Hard)
What's you're schedule?
Ask me when I have it in my hand. Its a lot of work to type out, sorry. I'll show you soon, promise.
Dude! How will I survive without you here?
Keep eating, breathing, avoid drugs, try and keep the drinking to a minimum, and if you plan to do something you might regret, either don't do it or make it too fucking awesome to matter.
So how was the plane ride?
Alright, but my friggin headphones broke. That sucked, and so did the seating. Food was good, and so was the TV.
Single yet?
Oddly enough, yes. Are you hot?
And on that irreverent bombshell, I end this. See you all very, very soon. :)
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
So, "The Middle" is playing right now.
And everything's gonna be alright.
Yeah, legitly.
Lets lay out the problem:
I live in Massachusetts.
Well, I'm MOVING BACK. After a two-month stint here in what I'm told is the most liberal state in America, I realized it sucks here. Badly. People are still assholes, and I've found only a few (a single table!) people here who aren't. So, after Cara miraculously convinced my mom that it REALLY sucks here, we're moving back.
HALLE-GODDAMN-LUJIAH.
I can only summarize my feelings in a very, very fun word: EUPHORIA!
Okay, to break it down, (currently listening to beethoven's 5th, by the way). Cara convinced mum, mum said we're moving back either three weeks from now or on Monday. Enrolling at Northgate. One last thing:
Should I rename and keep posting, keep the name and keep posting, or stop altogether?
BEETHOVEN'S 5TH!
and, more importantly,
I'M COMING BACK TO CALIFORNIA!
Yeah, legitly.
Lets lay out the problem:
I live in Massachusetts.
Well, I'm MOVING BACK. After a two-month stint here in what I'm told is the most liberal state in America, I realized it sucks here. Badly. People are still assholes, and I've found only a few (a single table!) people here who aren't. So, after Cara miraculously convinced my mom that it REALLY sucks here, we're moving back.
HALLE-GODDAMN-LUJIAH.
I can only summarize my feelings in a very, very fun word: EUPHORIA!
Okay, to break it down, (currently listening to beethoven's 5th, by the way). Cara convinced mum, mum said we're moving back either three weeks from now or on Monday. Enrolling at Northgate. One last thing:
Should I rename and keep posting, keep the name and keep posting, or stop altogether?
BEETHOVEN'S 5TH!
and, more importantly,
I'M COMING BACK TO CALIFORNIA!
Monday, October 5, 2009
HTMYHGEOMA
As in, "Holy Tits My Heart's Gonna Explode Out of My Ass." This relates to something later, I swear.
Hell, I'll get to it now.
Gears of Halo Theft Auto 6: Salvation Army Edition.
I warn you: not for the faint of heart.
To move on. I dumped Jenny. Okay, she dumped me. But I was GOING to dump her. She texted me, an hour and a half before I could dump her face to face. Damnit, I avoided doing it by text because that's the pussy way out.
Since this is off schedule, its short. I promise, the scheduled ones will be better. Don't worry. :D
Hell, I'll get to it now.
Gears of Halo Theft Auto 6: Salvation Army Edition.
I warn you: not for the faint of heart.
To move on. I dumped Jenny. Okay, she dumped me. But I was GOING to dump her. She texted me, an hour and a half before I could dump her face to face. Damnit, I avoided doing it by text because that's the pussy way out.
Since this is off schedule, its short. I promise, the scheduled ones will be better. Don't worry. :D
Friday, October 2, 2009
So, I met this girl, Jenny.
But, being an aspiring gearhead, I'll get to that later.
First off, recall that just last post I named my dream car. The delightful Audi A4 Diesel Quattro.
Screw that.
New dream:The Weissman MF3.
God, that's beautiful. And it handles, corners, rides, and drives like a dream. I'm going to get one, one day. Promise. That's too great to pass up. Any gearhead readers have any thoughts?
Saw Surrogates. Great movie, Bruce Willis rocks. Not The Dark Knight good, but close to District 9.
So. Jenny.
Quick rundown:
She's an 8th grader, 13, rides the bus I do, and goes to the middle school connected to Chatham High (which I grace with my presence). She's cute, she's smart, and I haven't found much disagreeable about her personality, either. Just a single problem, which some of you may note. Her age isn't acceptable by the rule of age (your age, halved, plus seven is the minimum acceptable dating age), until I'm 16. A bit long, considering she asked me out. And I said yes. Yes, rejoice, I got meself a new ball and chain. Any thoughts on that?
Or how incredibly charming I am?
Well, that's all. Good night, everyone.
Quick note: New posting schedule: Each Tuesday and friday/saturday (depending on scheduling).
First off, recall that just last post I named my dream car. The delightful Audi A4 Diesel Quattro.
Screw that.
New dream:The Weissman MF3.
God, that's beautiful. And it handles, corners, rides, and drives like a dream. I'm going to get one, one day. Promise. That's too great to pass up. Any gearhead readers have any thoughts?
Saw Surrogates. Great movie, Bruce Willis rocks. Not The Dark Knight good, but close to District 9.
So. Jenny.
Quick rundown:
She's an 8th grader, 13, rides the bus I do, and goes to the middle school connected to Chatham High (which I grace with my presence). She's cute, she's smart, and I haven't found much disagreeable about her personality, either. Just a single problem, which some of you may note. Her age isn't acceptable by the rule of age (your age, halved, plus seven is the minimum acceptable dating age), until I'm 16. A bit long, considering she asked me out. And I said yes. Yes, rejoice, I got meself a new ball and chain. Any thoughts on that?
Or how incredibly charming I am?
Well, that's all. Good night, everyone.
Quick note: New posting schedule: Each Tuesday and friday/saturday (depending on scheduling).
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