Finding Emo

The title comes from a good convo I had with my good friend last night. I'm gonna put it in my other blog when I'm done with this.

I'm home for Christmas. My mom says she wants to take back some of the gifts she got me, because she found out I don't believe in God. This had got to be at least the eighth time she's found out. I don't know why she has to be such an idiot.

I went Christmas shopping with Stephanie and Emily the other night. I saw a lot of people there.





I left my retainer at school. I hope I'll be alright.
I get to start taking creatine again today. I'm excited about that.

Fuck SNL. It isn't funny anymore. I don't watch it anymore unless there is going to be someone good hosting. It would be a lot better if it was just that person. Cane Cook and Jack Black are much funnier than they look on goddamn SNL. There are only a few castmembers who are funny. The rest just suck. Most of the skits they do are just fucking stupid and need to be rid of. If we kill everyone who sucks on the show, and replace them with dancing Nintendo controllers, we'd be in good shape. I'm just saying.

I went to a swim meet yesterday. It was really early in the morning, and I didn't want to get up early, so I just didn't go to bed. There is a really sexy girls swim team this year. I'd have to say Nathan is the sexiest of them all. It was a good meet with lots of laughs and sluts.


Brandon sat here with Stefan once before.

After the stuff happened, we looked at the constructions of the high school.
The library.

Stefan and Nick Allen.

The hallway and student center.

Library. The computers used to be along that wall.

Here is the little room where the Mexicans used computers.

Student Center

Monkey Bars

Wall

Hole on east side of student center.


Well, that's all I really care to talk about. Except for telling Rob to give Aaron Cherry the benefit of the fist in the jaw when he was simply considering to give him the benefit of the doubt when he decided to be sick all week.

Insomniphiliac

I started reading Insomnia by Stephen Kings a few days ago. The problem is that I now have insomnia. I usually don't sleep well when I'm drunk. I didn't drink last night, and I was really tired, but I couldn't sleep. I ended up going to bed at about 6 a.m. It took me a while still to get to sleep. I read in Insomnia about a type of insomnia where you sleep very lightly and awaken with the impression that you've been awake the whole time. I think that's what was going on, because I remember lying in bed, fighting with my sinuses to check huge concrete windows at work while turning left and right. I hate it when that shit happens when I'm trying to sleep. Well, I finally came to at about 9:30 a.m., and found that my dad was in my room, looking for the dial one guys. I had trouble getting back to sleep after that, even though I was tired as shit. So I got up and took out my retainer, because it causes shit tastes in my mouth. I got back in bed and tried to go back to sleep. When I was about to doze off at about 10:15 a.m., I suddenly hear the chatter of a jackhammer in the great room. The walls were shaking, the earth was...never mind. It went on for some time, so I got up and got on the internets and posted many away messages to express my feelings to the AOL Insant Messenger community. My dad heated some pizza up for me and I ate it and it was good, and I had some Mountain Dew. I started doing the AIM battle war whatever the fuck it is thing and found that I am no match for Kylie Dickmann or Chelsea Baugher. I also talked to Ani Sweet and Lindsay Conner for about an hour. I left my house at about five to retrieve my Warped ticket. On the way home I noticed a Rob Nolley at a four-way stop at Amos and McKay. I saw him for just a second and then he was gone. I hurried home and gave him a call to confirm that it was really him. I talked to him for a little bit. He lied and said he knew who I was. He thought I was Chase Hubler. Wrong. I was actually Blaire Hartman. But we talked about Japan and books, and then he had to take off and head on over to the city council meetings. The book he told me he was reading got me wanting to watch a very funny movie that I haven't seen in forevers. I asked my brother if he would like to watch Dick with me. He said yes. I couldn't find the damn VHS, so we didn't watch it. I did, however, find some good literature in my sisters closet. These were books that I gave her quite a while ago. The first book to catch my eye was titled "War of the Worlds." I then grabbed a few others including all four of the "The Indian in the Cupboard" books. (I didn't know what to do with the titles, so I just did both.) Anyway. Amanda called me last night.

Broken Things

I was getting ready for school the other day. My CD player fell on the floor. It usually works after it falls, but not this time. I tried to play it, and it makes a weird noise and says nO dISc. I've had this CD player for a little over seven years. It's played numerous Offspring and Bad Religion CDs over fifty billion times. It's gone now, just like your face.

I got up really early today to eat at Compton's with Stephanie. It was great.

I just did some crunches and other abdominal stuff and some bicep curls out to the side, and it's hard. You know what I'm talking about.

I'm going to Rob's house in just a few minutes. I'm not sure what to expect there, but I bet it'll be something good. After all, you fooled me; we can't get fooled again.

Penetration at its Best

My last real post was on the fifteenth, so I'm gonna try to remember all the highlights since then.


2/16

Had a short swim practice.
Some people were taking pictures. I think Sam Booth and Eric Byrer got the best ones. ;)
We went to Rob's house for food and stuff, and we showed Rob the pictures, and then Cody Miller showed my mom and Tyty's mom one of them. I think it scared both of them. We then watched Old School and I beat the shit out of Chris Wooten, and then we all went home.
I talked to Clinton on the internet for just a little while. We sent each other lots of smileys.
That's about all I can remember.


2/17

Some people did their society project in English. They lived in a bubble, in the ocean. They had a picture of it. They rode elevators down to the bubble from an island. I guess the island was just a big piece of land floating around on the water, and it really pissed me off.
Swimming sectional.
I beat Cherry, right?
Yeah.
He didn't do shit.
That's right.


2/18

My groups day to go in English.
I had trouble getting the printer to print my musical talents for the project.
I had to write some lyrics at lunch.
I put on my Johnny Depp Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas shirt in front of everybody in the hallway.
We did our thing.
I read my lyrics, and it didn't even matter that I had all that music, because we didn't even use it and Miss Couden didn't even see it.
We showed our video to the rest of the class. I was somewhat fearful that Miss Couden would try to kill me after seeing me naked in the video, but she just laughed along with the rest of the class.
Swim practice.
I walked over to Beavis Alert's house at approximately 5:30 P.M. We drove around for a bit. I told him many great stories. He called Amber Alert, and then we drove thru the water and got her.
We all went to Goodwill, where we saw Eric Byrer, shopping with his mother, Susan.
We looked and looked for something for me to wear to formal. Nothing seemed to fit me.
We finally found this little black skirt and this stretchy pink shirt. We got a nice purse, and we were on our way.
Beavis Alert took me home.
I drove on over to the high school.
Senior night.
I saw my Clinton, and I gave him a hug.
I saw some Lees (one of them took notice to my shirt after some time) and a Hudson and a Kuhn and a Newkirk and a Pierce and a Barlow and an Orem (he recognized the Fear and Loathing scene on my shirt right away) and I ate four hotdogs, and then we had our cross country recognition, and then I got some ice cream.
Blaire Hartman, Andrew Newkirk, Joh Lee, Josh lee (Jon comes before Josh aphabetically), Sean Hudson, Jarod Grimme, Adam Barlow, Lindsay Conner, Justin Kuhn, and Pierce Martin all went to Applebee's, where we saw Pat Creel.
It was nice seeing Pat Creel.
I was very funny.
I told Adam Barlow many interesting stories about Lindsay Conner.
We all went home.


2/19

Got up at about nine.
Got on the internet for a while.
Shaved.
Went to the high school.
Got on the bus.
Went to Center Grove for sectional finals.
Went into the locker room.
Stefan found a pencil.
Stefan tried to get pencil stuck in ceiling.
Blair found stool.
Blair tried to get stool stuck in ceiling.
Stool didn't stick.
Stool came back down.
As did a nice portion of the ceiling.
Oops!
Blair picked up some big pieces of the ceiling.
We got out of there very quickly.
We swam.
We got 45 points, I think.
We lost.
Um.
I went home.
I got dressed up for formal.
I picked up Amber Alert.
Her mom, I think, got some pictures.
We went to see Beavis Alert at work.
We headed over to Lindsay Conner's house.
We passed Bryce New on Amos.
We got to Linday's just in time to see the end of Secret Window.
Johnny Depp.
Adam Barlow was there.
Megan Allen and Lori Nigh showed up.
We all went to get Erica Cole and Derica.
We all went to Logan's Roadhouse.
We saw Pat Creel there.
What are the odds of that?
We ate.
I told Adam Barlow a secret.
Megan left her cell phone on the table, so I took it.
I called a few people from Megan's phone.
I called Sally, pretending to be Adam, and he didn't like the message I left her, and he erased it.
We went to the thing.
Everyone thought I was beautiful.
People were getting pictures of me left and right.
We danced.
A bunch of guys were wanting to take me home with them.
We went to Denny's.
A guy gave me a dollar for wearing a skirt.
I got this Oreo thing.
We left.
I went home, I think.
Wait.
I played games with Adam Barlow as we were heading down 44.
And then I led the way for a little, and then I started driving crazy, and then this cop pulled up, and I drove away very slowly.
The cop just kinda sat there for a bit, and then he went on his way.
And then I went home.
I started to write a poem about it, I think.
I think I fell asleep around 5.


2/20

Got up at about noon.
Talked to Blaine Zimmerman on the internet.
He directed me towards Paris Hilton's contacts (not the kind you wear in your eyes).
I tried many of the numbers.
None seemed to work.
I think that's about it.


2/21

Got up.
Went to the computer.
Recognized, right away, the headline stating that my new hero, Hunter S. Thompson, had committed suicide.
I spent most of the day finding links to him and putting them in my blog.
I sat around.
Uh....
Hmmm.
I found out Dragonball GT is on Cartoon Network now.
I know I'm gonna have to start watching Dragonball GT.
It's been such a long time since I've seen any Dragonballs.
It really is the best show ever once you seen it seven times.
I watched Howard Stern.
Very funny.
I watched Jimmy Kimmel Live.
Very funnier.
The fucking President's thing.
The kid, the Even Stevens guy. Yeah, him.
I went to bed.
Had lots of trouble sleeping.


2/22, Today

I added five pages to my AP music theory guy.
I stopped trying on it, that's why I was able to get so much done.
All through AP bio, I wanted to use penetration for an answer to a question Mr. Lux would ask.
About halfway through the class, Mr. lux asked a question. He said the word begins with a P and ends with an N, and I'm sure you could imagine the joy I had right then.
I gave my answer. It was the wrong answer.
Mr. Lux was really pissed off.
The correct answer was pollen.
I got my thing with my English project grade, and it was alright.
Oh, yeah, I also got a vocab guy back.
16. The fervor of the impact caused the fetus's fead to tear thru his mother's abdomen.
17. The exulting clown received a gift of charred diarrhea from his brother's spaceship to the moon.
18. Mr. Lux glowered at Mark Twain after the b's came and ate a bunch of human embryos.
19. The Chris mutinously kicked the senator in the head, causing him to get a big hug--I didn't stop laughing.
20. The Jesus malevolently ran into the bank and shot three of the hostages, and then he returned home to count the number of undesireable that's in his college essay.
And, oh, I got this marriage plan thing back.
I will marry a Christmas tree. I would want to have all family members in attendance, dead or alive. It would be in a large castle on a cliff, overlooking the Gulf of Jesus. We will join forces and defeat the evil empire. Everyone gets rice crackers and Mountain Dew. Admission will be $35 for adults, $15 for children, and 75 cents (WHERE THE FUCK IS THE CENT SIGN!) for the deceased. Instead of throwing rice at the end part, people will throw exotic animals. At the very end, the tree and I will jump off the cliff and die in each others arms on the rocky beach below, but before we hit the ground, Megan will reach down and grab us and throw up into the sky, where we will live in a city in the clouds happily ever after.
Good.
I'm glad it's done.
I ran today.
Not very long.
But I did run.

This has got to be the longest blog post ever.

Weekend Nipple Pinchy

Friday at swim practice, Stefan and Sam kept splashing me. They kept splashing me until I jumped on Sam and punched him in the head five or six times. Coach called us out of the pool. We all went into the locker room and he asked us what the hell it was all about. I told him what happened, and he smiled. He yelled at Sam, and then we went back out, and he yelled at everyone else. Very well.

I got up really early Saturday morning and went to swim practice. It was pretty stupid. I got home then I decided to call Stephanie, and she told me about her hanging out with Stefan. It felt good to know my plan to get them back together worked out.

Today, Sunday, I watched What Women Want and Serendipity and that's all I did and I'm done.