My printer doesn't always work so well.
I also came across an old batch of Cotton Candy today. I'm expecting some big things to happen with that in these next few weeks.
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Friday, August 11, 2006
Get Down On Your Knees and Tell Me You Love Me
I've been meaning to get this out for awhile. I hope you can read his comments.
My printer doesn't always work so well.
I also came across an old batch of Cotton Candy today. I'm expecting some big things to happen with that in these next few weeks.
My printer doesn't always work so well.
I also came across an old batch of Cotton Candy today. I'm expecting some big things to happen with that in these next few weeks.
Friday, December 02, 2005
A Stupid Article by Midge Decter
Midge Decter’s beautiful article on children and religion, “The ACLU’s Next Target,” is well written and almost believable. About halfway through the reading, I started to wonder what it was that gave her the right to write such an abomination to Me. I began my search for something to assure me that she indeed had something to back up her tall tale of boys and their love for their country and God. I wanted to know what right she had to be coming into my head with such ridiculous thoughts. It was almost as if she thought she had the right to control me from the inside like a huge Megazord, battling another one of Rita’s giant monsters. It wasn’t long before I noticed a note at the bottom of a column of the article that assured me she had previously written a book on the subject, Liberal Parents, Radical Children (29). Once it clicked in my head that this was the only thing she had been credited with, I became infuriated. I began screaming and thrashing my arms and legs, nearly breaking my computer. By the time the firefighters got me settled down, I had decided I really liked the article after all. Mrs. Decter may not be any Zordon, but she sure does know how to brainwash and destroy.
In her scrumptious little article, Mrs. Decter mentions something I’ve never heard before. She mentions not only the will of people to ban the use of God in schools, but also the flag:
Ambitious as they are, however, none of these efforts to divert him from the course of bad mental and physical habits can compare in reach to those that would shield him from any untoward love of God and country. Both of those malign affections have been banished from his school, where–to cite only one of the more colorful examples–the upcoming five-hundredth anniversary of the discovery of America is to be spoken of as the celebration of a crime, and where God may not be spoken at all. (29)
The biggest issue I find with this is the part where she claims the child is shielded from country. Based on what I have experienced in my own life and what I know of her life, I am not able to take what she says seriously. This article was written in 1991. I was just starting school about that time. I remember learning how to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and not once was my life threatened by anyone after mentioning something about my country. The part of this segment that I find to be almost equally as bad is the mention of God. I feel that Christians of this sort, at times, like to blow things way out of proportion to prove a point. I’m not saying Christians are the only group who do this, but I am saying it in this case to prove a point. Call me a Christian. But my point is, magnifying a problem to the size she presents it in takes away from everything else she says. If I know she isn’t being completely honest about one thing, then I’m probably going to be less inclined to believe other things she says. When she says the presence of God in society is viewed as bad, and I completely disagree, then that leads me to disagree with her entirely. I now hate her for what she has done.
Later in her article, Decter mentions that the scouts exclude “homosexuals from membership and especially scoutmastership” (29). Not only do I agree with this statement on the position of homosexuals in the scouts, but the last word in the sentence should be split in two. Yes, leave it to Midge Decter to tell us something we already know and use it to trick us into seeing things her way. You see, by telling us something she thinks we already know, she will trick us into thinking she has said something marvelous; therefore making us praise her every thought. Yes, we should praise her. Praise her and her doctrine in trickery. I’m not falling for it, and I hope you can say the same for yourself.
One of my biggest, most trusted beliefs is the one about how people should have the right to do and believe what they religiously believe is right as long as it’s not something crazy, like eating dead people. Decter shows us in small detail, stories of kids suing people. The first is of and eight year old suing for something which is unclear in the article. The second is about twins suing the scouts for kicking them out when they wouldn’t go along with their Christian traditions (30). I agree with Decter’s stance on this topic, but not for the same reason. I believe that if these kids should have a right to believe what they want, the organizations they come from should be able to have their beliefs and be allowed to follow them accordingly. I am not sure why someone would want to be part of something he or she doesn't believe in anyway. Maybe they should just find someone else to hang out with.
Overall, I’d give this article an F for a source I would use. Not only does it go against the point I’m trying to make with my paper, but it does a crappy job of saying what it has to say.
B-
In her scrumptious little article, Mrs. Decter mentions something I’ve never heard before. She mentions not only the will of people to ban the use of God in schools, but also the flag:
Ambitious as they are, however, none of these efforts to divert him from the course of bad mental and physical habits can compare in reach to those that would shield him from any untoward love of God and country. Both of those malign affections have been banished from his school, where–to cite only one of the more colorful examples–the upcoming five-hundredth anniversary of the discovery of America is to be spoken of as the celebration of a crime, and where God may not be spoken at all. (29)
The biggest issue I find with this is the part where she claims the child is shielded from country. Based on what I have experienced in my own life and what I know of her life, I am not able to take what she says seriously. This article was written in 1991. I was just starting school about that time. I remember learning how to say the Pledge of Allegiance, and not once was my life threatened by anyone after mentioning something about my country. The part of this segment that I find to be almost equally as bad is the mention of God. I feel that Christians of this sort, at times, like to blow things way out of proportion to prove a point. I’m not saying Christians are the only group who do this, but I am saying it in this case to prove a point. Call me a Christian. But my point is, magnifying a problem to the size she presents it in takes away from everything else she says. If I know she isn’t being completely honest about one thing, then I’m probably going to be less inclined to believe other things she says. When she says the presence of God in society is viewed as bad, and I completely disagree, then that leads me to disagree with her entirely. I now hate her for what she has done.
Later in her article, Decter mentions that the scouts exclude “homosexuals from membership and especially scoutmastership” (29). Not only do I agree with this statement on the position of homosexuals in the scouts, but the last word in the sentence should be split in two. Yes, leave it to Midge Decter to tell us something we already know and use it to trick us into seeing things her way. You see, by telling us something she thinks we already know, she will trick us into thinking she has said something marvelous; therefore making us praise her every thought. Yes, we should praise her. Praise her and her doctrine in trickery. I’m not falling for it, and I hope you can say the same for yourself.
One of my biggest, most trusted beliefs is the one about how people should have the right to do and believe what they religiously believe is right as long as it’s not something crazy, like eating dead people. Decter shows us in small detail, stories of kids suing people. The first is of and eight year old suing for something which is unclear in the article. The second is about twins suing the scouts for kicking them out when they wouldn’t go along with their Christian traditions (30). I agree with Decter’s stance on this topic, but not for the same reason. I believe that if these kids should have a right to believe what they want, the organizations they come from should be able to have their beliefs and be allowed to follow them accordingly. I am not sure why someone would want to be part of something he or she doesn't believe in anyway. Maybe they should just find someone else to hang out with.
Overall, I’d give this article an F for a source I would use. Not only does it go against the point I’m trying to make with my paper, but it does a crappy job of saying what it has to say.
Works Cited
Decter, Midge. “The ACLU’s Next Target.” National Review June 1991: 29-30.B-
Thursday, September 22, 2005
You Think We Could Jump Across this Brooke? No? Let's Just Go Back and Play in the Sandbox, Then.
Rougher Draft (Don't read this one. Read the complete version down below.)
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at 18 pounds. She had a baby sister a short time later, but that was just something no one cared about. What everyone cared about was the next installment to the family: me. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand, is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way.
Ultimate Final Draft
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at eight pounds eleven ounces. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is now of normal height and is not too fat. She smells like flowers and is never too busy to have some ice cream with her little brother. She can, at times, be judgmental, but she is never really too hard on folks about it. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way. I have no idea where I would be or what I would be doing today if not for Brooke. If I had to guess, I would say that I would probably be dead.
B-
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at 18 pounds. She had a baby sister a short time later, but that was just something no one cared about. What everyone cared about was the next installment to the family: me. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand, is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way.
Ultimate Final Draft
Many, many years ago, my father gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Her name was Brooke. She was a large baby, weighing in at eight pounds eleven ounces. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. She is now of normal height and is not too fat. She smells like flowers and is never too busy to have some ice cream with her little brother. She can, at times, be judgmental, but she is never really too hard on folks about it. As we grew up, my sister and I formed a friendship no one could touch. Over the years, I have gotten myself stuck in many great predicaments, finding I can trust my older sister with anything.
The earliest memory I have of my sister helping me out of a tight situation is when I was about seven. The kid next door, Sean Hudson, had a skateboard. I was enthralled by the awesomeness of the contraption. Sean was about my age, so we would play tag sometimes. Every once in a great while, Sean would get out his skateboard. We would take it out front and ride it up and down the sidewalk. Neither of us really knew how to use a skateboard, but we could ride along well enough on our knees. My parents did not approve of me riding on a skateboard. Mother had warned against it. She promised trouble for me if I were to disobey. I disobeyed all the time without consequence, until I fell off and cracked my head open.
The first person I came across was my sister (the real one), and she was well aware of my mom’s stance on what I had been doing. She told my mom she had seen me trip and fall while running back to the house. My mom totally fell for it. I went to the hospital and got some stitches. That was the end of it.
One thing I totally hate and can not stand is drug use. I can handle being around alcohol, but that is where I draw the line. When I got a little older, some of the kids in my clickety-click started drinking alcohol. I must have been about twelve. I even tried it a few times, and I would rely on my sister to help me lie to my parents about where I was and what I was doing. By the time my friends started using meth, my sister could drive and had a car. I could rely on her to pick me up and take me home if I felt uncomfortable with my surroundings. My parents would have freaked out if they knew I had been hanging out with people who were using such drugs. I would never have been able to call them for help.
Once I was in high school, I began having relationships with girls. My sister was in college at this point, but I could still call her and ask for advice. I had no difficulty in telling her about any problems I was having. I was scared to death of what I would need to do if something were to come prematurely, like the end of the world. If Tom Cruise had been my dad, this probably would not have worried me. The problem was, Tom Cruise was not my dad. My dad was much taller than Tom Cruise. A lot of girls are turned off by short men, but I think Tom Cruise is a total hottie. Some girls think other girls are hot. My sister, however, liked boys, just like me. That worked out wonderfully, because she knew exactly how to help me. I didn’t have to worry about her going to my parents, and telling them my situation. My parents already hated me enough the way it was. I knew my sister would love me no matter what. She was a little upset when I first told her about my homosexual fantasies, but she was very supportive all the way up to the point when I changed my mind.
Sisters are a great thing to have, and I would recommend everyone get one right now. They will definitely save you a heaping nipple of trouble. And when I say sister, I mean friend, because people need to have someone to fall back on when they need a helping hand. Without that sort of friendship, it can be easy to lose your way. I have no idea where I would be or what I would be doing today if not for Brooke. If I had to guess, I would say that I would probably be dead.
B-
Monday, April 18, 2005
Poetry
It's been a really long time since I've written a poem
I need a title for this one.
Um.
I don't even know what to write about. I usually just start writing and let the poem...come...all over my face.
Alright.
That's not My Wallet
By Blaire Hartman
My wallet is black
Just like the nutsack
Of the man who took my wallet
I'll probably never get it back
He just grabbed me by the ear
And tossed me in the basement
I tried to have a beer...
That's all I'm writing right now.
I actually wrote more than that.
I didn't put the rest in here because I found it far too offensive.
I saved it on this computer guy, though.
It gets a lot funnier, I swear.
I'll write a (Censored) version tomorrow.
Or maybe I won't.
I don't know what to do.
I need a title for this one.
Um.
I don't even know what to write about. I usually just start writing and let the poem...come...all over my face.
Alright.
That's not My Wallet
By Blaire Hartman
My wallet is black
Just like the nutsack
Of the man who took my wallet
I'll probably never get it back
He just grabbed me by the ear
And tossed me in the basement
I tried to have a beer...
That's all I'm writing right now.
I actually wrote more than that.
I didn't put the rest in here because I found it far too offensive.
I saved it on this computer guy, though.
It gets a lot funnier, I swear.
I'll write a (Censored) version tomorrow.
Or maybe I won't.
I don't know what to do.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Go to L Mister Hat
Lord of the Flies is a smashing and daring novel by the late William Golding. It starts out with this kid walking around after a plane he was riding crashed on an island. He runs into a fat kid, and they run into some more kids. They are all on this island without adults. The first kid finds a conch, and the person with the conch is the one that gets to talk. The kids form two different groups, and they all do things on their own. The kids build a fire, and some of them die. At the end of the novel, a guy shows up to rescue them from the fiery depths of hell. This tale shows just what evils are lurking in the depths of the human soul, waiting to surface when there is no force to suppress them. Blair did not write this. He won’t know I put this in here, because he won’t even bother to read it. He is such an idiot. I’m only doing this because he paid me twenty dollars.
As this intriguing novel begins, we find many innocent boys stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere and not killing each other. Some fear their situation, but most realize that they must create some kind of order for them to live by. They pick a young, handsome boy, Ralph, to be their leader. Jack, another boy, shows distaste for this choice, but tries to hide it from the others. Ralph tries to be a good leader, but some of his brilliant plans backfire all over his face. He tells the boys to gather up stuff to burn, so they can build a fire to create smoke for signaling to passing people that they are there. They collect many good fire conductors, and they get the fire started. As luck would have it, their main source for getting firewood ends up catching fire, and a little boy dies in the flames. One of the boys then decides to see a monster. They call it a beastie. At this point, the boys become scared of their surroundings. This fear eventually drives them to animal behavior.
As time moves forward, the boys start to follow Jack instead of Ralph. Jack uses mind tricks, similar to those of Adolf Hitler. The Jack way of living lacks order. The boys obviously see the reason in this, and that is why they love to follow him instead of following Ralph. The Ralph way is boring and lacks any fun. No one wants to live in that sort of society. These kids know what is going on. As they continue to not follow any rules and have fun, they become more paranoid of their surroundings. Now, you’ve got all these kids, none of which want to go back to the old ways of life, and they all want sun chips. Everyone knows it is no fun at all to put peroxide on a flesh wound. If the wound is left untreated, it becomes infected and ends up killing some children. It is the same situation we see here. It is bad enough that these kids have been for years bombarded by violent movies and video games. Now they have to deal with not having anyone around to teach them what is right and wrong. These kids are all still in that stage of life, the stage where they still lie about who threw the ball at who and who ate the all the staples. This is the part where they need to have the adults there to teach them which of these things are wrong and unacceptable. Without that leadership, it is no surprise that they would completely steer their boat in the wrong direction. We are getting a little off subject in this paragraph. I apologize. Maybe I will be able to rearrange these thoughts later on. All the kids start playing in the water or somewhere else, some run around naked, and they all love to run around and kill things. As all of this is going on, the fear of the beastie grows larger and larger. What started out as something the kids did not take seriously has turned into something they all start to suspect and fear.
By the final week of their stay on the island, the boys have reached their darkest peak. With Jack in charge of the entire group, the . All of the boys run around with their faces painted with blood. The boys kill their good friend, Simon, because they think he is the beastie they have feared for so long. They are so full of fear that they all jump on him and can not even tell that the one they are killing is nothing beast-like. They just pounce on him without giving the situation a second glance. After they assess the situation and realize what they have done, they all decided to rededicate their lives to the lord, Jesus Christ. I made that last part up.
With one of their peers out of the way, they decide to kill Piggy as well. While trying to move a rock, Jack misjudges the path it would take, and it ends up falling right on poor little Piggy’s head. At this point, their behavior can no longer grow any worse. Too many have died, and still they continue to live like animals. It would take many years and many generations to finally create a practical-functioning society like the one from which they came. Luckily, before any more children could die, some men in a helicopter crash-landed and saved them.
The boys had a good experience living on their own on the island. They picked up a great many things they would never have even begun to see as people who did not do that stuff? Golding did a terrific job of showing the true roots of human nature. People tend to look at a peaceful society as the natural way for people to behave. If someone behaves differently, it makes them a bad person. In reality it is the other way around. Non-peaceful people are very good at being what they are. The people who find ways to release anger besides killing other people are only wearing masks. In the real world, killing is the way of life. Live to kill and be killed. Societies that deny this are in denial of what makes them societies from the get-go.
As this intriguing novel begins, we find many innocent boys stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere and not killing each other. Some fear their situation, but most realize that they must create some kind of order for them to live by. They pick a young, handsome boy, Ralph, to be their leader. Jack, another boy, shows distaste for this choice, but tries to hide it from the others. Ralph tries to be a good leader, but some of his brilliant plans backfire all over his face. He tells the boys to gather up stuff to burn, so they can build a fire to create smoke for signaling to passing people that they are there. They collect many good fire conductors, and they get the fire started. As luck would have it, their main source for getting firewood ends up catching fire, and a little boy dies in the flames. One of the boys then decides to see a monster. They call it a beastie. At this point, the boys become scared of their surroundings. This fear eventually drives them to animal behavior.
As time moves forward, the boys start to follow Jack instead of Ralph. Jack uses mind tricks, similar to those of Adolf Hitler. The Jack way of living lacks order. The boys obviously see the reason in this, and that is why they love to follow him instead of following Ralph. The Ralph way is boring and lacks any fun. No one wants to live in that sort of society. These kids know what is going on. As they continue to not follow any rules and have fun, they become more paranoid of their surroundings. Now, you’ve got all these kids, none of which want to go back to the old ways of life, and they all want sun chips. Everyone knows it is no fun at all to put peroxide on a flesh wound. If the wound is left untreated, it becomes infected and ends up killing some children. It is the same situation we see here. It is bad enough that these kids have been for years bombarded by violent movies and video games. Now they have to deal with not having anyone around to teach them what is right and wrong. These kids are all still in that stage of life, the stage where they still lie about who threw the ball at who and who ate the all the staples. This is the part where they need to have the adults there to teach them which of these things are wrong and unacceptable. Without that leadership, it is no surprise that they would completely steer their boat in the wrong direction. We are getting a little off subject in this paragraph. I apologize. Maybe I will be able to rearrange these thoughts later on. All the kids start playing in the water or somewhere else, some run around naked, and they all love to run around and kill things. As all of this is going on, the fear of the beastie grows larger and larger. What started out as something the kids did not take seriously has turned into something they all start to suspect and fear.
By the final week of their stay on the island, the boys have reached their darkest peak. With Jack in charge of the entire group, the . All of the boys run around with their faces painted with blood. The boys kill their good friend, Simon, because they think he is the beastie they have feared for so long. They are so full of fear that they all jump on him and can not even tell that the one they are killing is nothing beast-like. They just pounce on him without giving the situation a second glance. After they assess the situation and realize what they have done, they all decided to rededicate their lives to the lord, Jesus Christ. I made that last part up.
With one of their peers out of the way, they decide to kill Piggy as well. While trying to move a rock, Jack misjudges the path it would take, and it ends up falling right on poor little Piggy’s head. At this point, their behavior can no longer grow any worse. Too many have died, and still they continue to live like animals. It would take many years and many generations to finally create a practical-functioning society like the one from which they came. Luckily, before any more children could die, some men in a helicopter crash-landed and saved them.
The boys had a good experience living on their own on the island. They picked up a great many things they would never have even begun to see as people who did not do that stuff? Golding did a terrific job of showing the true roots of human nature. People tend to look at a peaceful society as the natural way for people to behave. If someone behaves differently, it makes them a bad person. In reality it is the other way around. Non-peaceful people are very good at being what they are. The people who find ways to release anger besides killing other people are only wearing masks. In the real world, killing is the way of life. Live to kill and be killed. Societies that deny this are in denial of what makes them societies from the get-go.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Blaire Apple
Miss Couden didn't like my 1,000-1,500 word rough draft today.
Lord of the Flies is a smashing and daring novel by the late William Golding. It starts out with this kid walking around after a plane he was riding crashed on an island. He runs into a fat kid, and they run into some more kids. They are all on this island without adults. The first kid finds a conch, and the person with the conch is the one that gets to talk. The kids form two different groups, and they all do things on their own. The kids build a fire, and some of them die. At the end of the novel, a guy shows up to rescue them from the fiery depths of hell. This tale shows just what evils are lurking in the depths of the human soul, waiting to surface when there is no force to suppress them. Blair did not write this. He won’t know I put this in here, because he won’t even bother to read it. He is such an idiot. I’m only doing this because he paid me twenty dollars.
As this intriguing novel begins, we find many innocent boys stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. Some are scared, but most realize that they must create some kind of order for them to live by. They pick a young, handsome boy, Ralph, to be their leader. Jack, another boy, shows distaste for this choice, but tries to hide it from the others. Ralph tries to be a good leader, but some of his brilliant plans backfire all over his face. He tells the boys to gather up stuff to burn, so they can build a fire to create smoke for signaling to passing people that they are there. They collect many good fire conductors, and they get the fire started. As luck would have it, their main source for getting firewood ends up catching fire, and a little boy dies in the flames. One of the boys then decides to see a monster. They call it a beastie. This is the point where the boys become scared of their surrounding. This is the fear that eventually drives them to animal behavior. I must quit now because my dad is getting mad at me for being in here.
Lord of the Flies is a smashing and daring novel by the late William Golding. It starts out with this kid walking around after a plane he was riding crashed on an island. He runs into a fat kid, and they run into some more kids. They are all on this island without adults. The first kid finds a conch, and the person with the conch is the one that gets to talk. The kids form two different groups, and they all do things on their own. The kids build a fire, and some of them die. At the end of the novel, a guy shows up to rescue them from the fiery depths of hell. This tale shows just what evils are lurking in the depths of the human soul, waiting to surface when there is no force to suppress them. Blair did not write this. He won’t know I put this in here, because he won’t even bother to read it. He is such an idiot. I’m only doing this because he paid me twenty dollars.
As this intriguing novel begins, we find many innocent boys stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. Some are scared, but most realize that they must create some kind of order for them to live by. They pick a young, handsome boy, Ralph, to be their leader. Jack, another boy, shows distaste for this choice, but tries to hide it from the others. Ralph tries to be a good leader, but some of his brilliant plans backfire all over his face. He tells the boys to gather up stuff to burn, so they can build a fire to create smoke for signaling to passing people that they are there. They collect many good fire conductors, and they get the fire started. As luck would have it, their main source for getting firewood ends up catching fire, and a little boy dies in the flames. One of the boys then decides to see a monster. They call it a beastie. This is the point where the boys become scared of their surrounding. This is the fear that eventually drives them to animal behavior. I must quit now because my dad is getting mad at me for being in here.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
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.
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.
Monday, February 14, 2005
CranCherry
I got up today.
I went to school today.
Lots of people were asking me if I cut my hair. I told them that I just brushed it back.
My brother set a chair on fire while he was playing basketball at the church place Saturday night, and he and his friends had to take off, because the fire guys showed up.
Music theory was fun. I just sat there and made fun of Paul, and I listened to my thing (we're writing some sort of stuff, I don't even know what's going on) and thought about how awesome it is and how much farther than everyone else is even though I just sit there and make fun of Paul every day while they work. I changed my main guy from the piano to honky-tonk piano, and it now sounds much awesomer.
I went to AP Bio. We took a test. I don't think I'm the only one who failed it (Am I, Tyler Orem?).
I got to bench some 200 pounds a few times in fitness. It was very good. When I got done doing my curls, I was tightening my biceps up, and it felt like I had huge rocks sticking in my ribs.
We had to write papers, planning our weddings, in English. Mine was good. I'll put that bitch in here when I get it back.
My English working group people didn't even meet on Sunday, because it was raining, so no worries there.
Squib was good. Mrs. Timberman wasn't there, so I had plenty of time to eat brownies.
Short practice--I kicked ass.
I kick ass.
I'm tired. I went to bed at about 2:30 last night.
And when I say 2:30 last night, I mean this morning.
That's really no big deal though; I usually go to bed at about two on Sunday nights.
And by Sunday nights, I mean Monday mornings.
I just went to the bathroom, and I notice, while washing my hands, that we have this new soap. This new soap really pissed me off. I use soap to clean my hands. This soap had sand and shit in it, and that's why it pissed me off. It felt like dirty soap. Fuck you, goddamn dirty soap!
Happy Valentine's Day, you assholes.
And for Tyty:
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
In all my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems
I know I’ve felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you
Then I open up and see
The person falling here is me
A different way to be
I warn more
Impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true
Impossible not to do
Impossible not to do
Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
You’re what I couldn’t find
Totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me
I went to school today.
Lots of people were asking me if I cut my hair. I told them that I just brushed it back.
My brother set a chair on fire while he was playing basketball at the church place Saturday night, and he and his friends had to take off, because the fire guys showed up.
Music theory was fun. I just sat there and made fun of Paul, and I listened to my thing (we're writing some sort of stuff, I don't even know what's going on) and thought about how awesome it is and how much farther than everyone else is even though I just sit there and make fun of Paul every day while they work. I changed my main guy from the piano to honky-tonk piano, and it now sounds much awesomer.
I went to AP Bio. We took a test. I don't think I'm the only one who failed it (Am I, Tyler Orem?).
I got to bench some 200 pounds a few times in fitness. It was very good. When I got done doing my curls, I was tightening my biceps up, and it felt like I had huge rocks sticking in my ribs.
We had to write papers, planning our weddings, in English. Mine was good. I'll put that bitch in here when I get it back.
My English working group people didn't even meet on Sunday, because it was raining, so no worries there.
Squib was good. Mrs. Timberman wasn't there, so I had plenty of time to eat brownies.
Short practice--I kicked ass.
I kick ass.
I'm tired. I went to bed at about 2:30 last night.
And when I say 2:30 last night, I mean this morning.
That's really no big deal though; I usually go to bed at about two on Sunday nights.
And by Sunday nights, I mean Monday mornings.
I just went to the bathroom, and I notice, while washing my hands, that we have this new soap. This new soap really pissed me off. I use soap to clean my hands. This soap had sand and shit in it, and that's why it pissed me off. It felt like dirty soap. Fuck you, goddamn dirty soap!
Happy Valentine's Day, you assholes.
And for Tyty:
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
In all my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems
I know I’ve felt like this before
But now I’m feeling it even more
Because it came from you
Then I open up and see
The person falling here is me
A different way to be
I warn more
Impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
They’ll come true
Impossible not to do
Impossible not to do
Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don’t hurt me
You’re what I couldn’t find
Totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You’re everything to me
All my life
Is changing every day
In every possible way
And oh my dreams
It’s never quite as it seems
Cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
My Pal Doo-Doo
Alright. Here we go.
On Thursday of last week, Zip asked me to bring in Fahrenheit 9/11, so he could watch it and see how stupid it was and laugh. Well, I walked into music theory on Monday, and Zip was all up in there, talking about how stupid President Bush is and how funny Michael Moore is. I was quite surprised to hear this, because Zip has always spoken of his dislike of Michael Moore and his support of Mr. Bush. I was pretty happy, and now my DVD keeps getting passed around my music theory class, and more people are beginning to believe again.
I promised some vocabulary quiz sentences a while back, and now I have my quiz, and here they are:
1. I wanted to crush my head after hearing the dying homosexual's annoying wubber.
2. If it turns out to be a mirage, I will still drink what's there.
3. The decorous young man washed his mother's blood off his hands and changed his shirt before attending the dinner party.
4. Your son's life will have to go on hiatus until we find a cure for ugly.
5. Matins are stupid.
6. The happy precentor climbed down to the lower level where he urinated on the slimy octopus.
7. The rebels needed to find a quick way to immure the captain before he impregnated another horse.
8. Tow individuals taste wonderful on crackers.
9. The swathing hatred took over the Christian's mind, causing him to kill many innocent children.
10. How strident the lamb's scream was when I cut off its face.
I headed on over to Kyle Whitaker's house after taking Kylie to her gymnastics practice after school yesterday. I boxed Nathan Willis (Eric Byrer Two/Adam Barlow), and he went down pretty fast, even though we were wearing the protective headgear. We went a second round after that, and he lasted a bit longer, but still went down pretty fast. I love hearing his body his the ground, it makes me happy. I wanted to fight him without the masks, but he wasn't going for it.
Dusty was the second person I took down. It took a while, but we were able to convince him to go without the mask. We went a few rounds with us just swinging our stuff and not really doing anything, but then, in the third round, Dusty blasted me right in the face. I was sure at that point that he would win, but then I noticed him flying through the air, into the kitchen. As luck would have it, we had punched each other in the face at the same time, only my punch had about twelve times the force of his, and he was down and out, and his nose was bleeding a little bit, and it was a wonderful time for me.
Some time went by, we watched the video of us fighting, and then Melindy and Lauren showed up. Lauren agreed to fight me if she got to wear the mask, and that's exactly what happened. She tried to hit me, I blocked her punch, and then I blasted her in the side of the head. She was on the floor after the first shot. That's even faster than Nathan. Next thing I know, Melindy's coming up, so I block her punch, and I bust her right in the nose, and she fell down, and then she got up, and she started crying and running around, probably looking for some cheese or something.
I went to my swim meet later on that day, and we were winning every single event, up until the 200 Free Relay, in which I decided to swim butterfly rather than freestyle. I told the other guys before the race that they would have to swim hard to catch us up, but they didn't listen. Well, they really did listen. Dustin, our last swimmer, was ahead of the other guy at the very end, but the other guy managed to touch the wall .000002 seconds before Dustin, thus ruining my life. That was our only loss the entire night. That's all I have to say about that.
On Thursday of last week, Zip asked me to bring in Fahrenheit 9/11, so he could watch it and see how stupid it was and laugh. Well, I walked into music theory on Monday, and Zip was all up in there, talking about how stupid President Bush is and how funny Michael Moore is. I was quite surprised to hear this, because Zip has always spoken of his dislike of Michael Moore and his support of Mr. Bush. I was pretty happy, and now my DVD keeps getting passed around my music theory class, and more people are beginning to believe again.
I promised some vocabulary quiz sentences a while back, and now I have my quiz, and here they are:
1. I wanted to crush my head after hearing the dying homosexual's annoying wubber.
2. If it turns out to be a mirage, I will still drink what's there.
3. The decorous young man washed his mother's blood off his hands and changed his shirt before attending the dinner party.
4. Your son's life will have to go on hiatus until we find a cure for ugly.
5. Matins are stupid.
6. The happy precentor climbed down to the lower level where he urinated on the slimy octopus.
7. The rebels needed to find a quick way to immure the captain before he impregnated another horse.
8. Tow individuals taste wonderful on crackers.
9. The swathing hatred took over the Christian's mind, causing him to kill many innocent children.
10. How strident the lamb's scream was when I cut off its face.
I headed on over to Kyle Whitaker's house after taking Kylie to her gymnastics practice after school yesterday. I boxed Nathan Willis (Eric Byrer Two/Adam Barlow), and he went down pretty fast, even though we were wearing the protective headgear. We went a second round after that, and he lasted a bit longer, but still went down pretty fast. I love hearing his body his the ground, it makes me happy. I wanted to fight him without the masks, but he wasn't going for it.
Dusty was the second person I took down. It took a while, but we were able to convince him to go without the mask. We went a few rounds with us just swinging our stuff and not really doing anything, but then, in the third round, Dusty blasted me right in the face. I was sure at that point that he would win, but then I noticed him flying through the air, into the kitchen. As luck would have it, we had punched each other in the face at the same time, only my punch had about twelve times the force of his, and he was down and out, and his nose was bleeding a little bit, and it was a wonderful time for me.
Some time went by, we watched the video of us fighting, and then Melindy and Lauren showed up. Lauren agreed to fight me if she got to wear the mask, and that's exactly what happened. She tried to hit me, I blocked her punch, and then I blasted her in the side of the head. She was on the floor after the first shot. That's even faster than Nathan. Next thing I know, Melindy's coming up, so I block her punch, and I bust her right in the nose, and she fell down, and then she got up, and she started crying and running around, probably looking for some cheese or something.
I went to my swim meet later on that day, and we were winning every single event, up until the 200 Free Relay, in which I decided to swim butterfly rather than freestyle. I told the other guys before the race that they would have to swim hard to catch us up, but they didn't listen. Well, they really did listen. Dustin, our last swimmer, was ahead of the other guy at the very end, but the other guy managed to touch the wall .000002 seconds before Dustin, thus ruining my life. That was our only loss the entire night. That's all I have to say about that.
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Poor Nanna
I went to school today. I talked to Zip.
I went to AP Bio. We had a big AP Bio orgy. I talked to Mr. Lux.
I went to English. I talked to Ben. I pulled out my story, "Cotton Candy" or Cotton Candy (that all depends what I end up doing with it, I guess), and i gave it to Ben. Ben read it and passed each page to Ross as he read thru each. Ross then read each page, passing them on to Kendra. They all read and enjoyed the story. I read certain parts of it, and it reminded me of how awesome I am at writing. Well, they all told me to keep writing it, and I think I will. I'm feeling up to the challenge. Kendra asked me if she could borrow it, because she wanted to show it to Brian Kolls. I told her I would make a copy for her, but I don't really feel like doing that at the moment. Sorry, Charlie.
I went to AP Bio. We had a big AP Bio orgy. I talked to Mr. Lux.
I went to English. I talked to Ben. I pulled out my story, "Cotton Candy" or Cotton Candy (that all depends what I end up doing with it, I guess), and i gave it to Ben. Ben read it and passed each page to Ross as he read thru each. Ross then read each page, passing them on to Kendra. They all read and enjoyed the story. I read certain parts of it, and it reminded me of how awesome I am at writing. Well, they all told me to keep writing it, and I think I will. I'm feeling up to the challenge. Kendra asked me if she could borrow it, because she wanted to show it to Brian Kolls. I told her I would make a copy for her, but I don't really feel like doing that at the moment. Sorry, Charlie.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
My Turn
Yesterday...
I got to school about ten minutes late.
I got a pass to go down and see Mister Zobel.
I got drug tested along with Paul, Zach Fox, Alyssa, and some other peoples.
I was being really funny.
I just kept drinking and talking to the nurse and the other chick and the people.
A little after an hour of waiting, Paul decided to go potty.
I tried to get into the bathroom while Paul was urinating, but the drug chick wouldn't let go, and she told me I couldn't go in, so I got in Paul's binder and found his Cheez-Itz and ate a bunch and then I hid the rest under the laying down thing.
A little bit after Paul went potty, I tried to leave the clinic, and the nurse asked me where I was going, and I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she told me to pee in a cup.
I went into the bathroom, and I tried to pee in the cup, and it was hard to do.
I peed on the outside of the cup and on the floor.
I filled the cup right up.
I tried to take the cup of urine out to show everybody, but the chick wouldn't let me.
She had me pour the urine into two guys, and I put the guys on them and put them in a couple of bags.
I tried to shake the chick's hand.
She told me she didn't want to shake my hand even though I'm left-handed.
I stood there wondering how she knew I was left-handed.
I wash my hands and go to another bathroom, far away.
I go to see Coach Man.
Coach Man isn't in his room.
I shouldn't mix tenses.
But I do it anyway.
I go to the last three minutes of music theory.
Life continues.
For a little while.
In English, Amber Lovitt starts saying a bunch of stupid shit to piss me off.
She starts by saying that life would be a lot colder on a different planet, because you would be in space, and space is cold.
She went on to say that there is no gravity on The Moon.
I told her that there is gravity.
I asked her how it is possible for people to stand on The Moon, if not for gravity.
She told me it's because people have weights in their shoes (as if weight would matter without gravity).
I scream at her as I pound my fists deeper and deeper into my skull.
Miss Couden says something, but I can't quite remember what she said, because I was hitting myself in the head really hard.
I leave my group of idiots and talk to Ben, and Kendra, and Megan, and Ross.
I didn't talk to April.
The end.
Today...
Today, yes.
Today indeed.
I did some fun things today.
I know I did.
Well.
Sam put a shoe in the urinal before swim practice and peed in it.
I told him to put it somewhere, so the owner would find it and put it on.
Sam decides to put it on top of the lockers, so someone would pull it down and get urine all over.
After practice, a few of us were in the shower.
I was naked.
I'm always naked.
I told Chris Wooten to get the shoe for me.
He tells me he knows what's going on.
I tell Aaron Cherry (he was standing right there when i told Wooten to get the shoe) to get the shoe.
Aaron Cherry gets the shoe and throws it at me.
I dodge the shoe.
We all laugh at Cherry.
The others tell Cherry to wash his hands.
Sam tells Cherry what the deal is.
Cherry come back over and hits the shoe with his bag.
The bag might have hit someone.
The bag might have hit me.
I don't remember.
But we all ended up throwing the shoe at each other.
I was naked.
I did most of the throwing.
Felps nailed me in the back one time.
I hit Wooten in the face with it.
We all went home.
The end.
I got to school about ten minutes late.
I got a pass to go down and see Mister Zobel.
I got drug tested along with Paul, Zach Fox, Alyssa, and some other peoples.
I was being really funny.
I just kept drinking and talking to the nurse and the other chick and the people.
A little after an hour of waiting, Paul decided to go potty.
I tried to get into the bathroom while Paul was urinating, but the drug chick wouldn't let go, and she told me I couldn't go in, so I got in Paul's binder and found his Cheez-Itz and ate a bunch and then I hid the rest under the laying down thing.
A little bit after Paul went potty, I tried to leave the clinic, and the nurse asked me where I was going, and I told her I had to go to the bathroom, and she told me to pee in a cup.
I went into the bathroom, and I tried to pee in the cup, and it was hard to do.
I peed on the outside of the cup and on the floor.
I filled the cup right up.
I tried to take the cup of urine out to show everybody, but the chick wouldn't let me.
She had me pour the urine into two guys, and I put the guys on them and put them in a couple of bags.
I tried to shake the chick's hand.
She told me she didn't want to shake my hand even though I'm left-handed.
I stood there wondering how she knew I was left-handed.
I wash my hands and go to another bathroom, far away.
I go to see Coach Man.
Coach Man isn't in his room.
I shouldn't mix tenses.
But I do it anyway.
I go to the last three minutes of music theory.
Life continues.
For a little while.
In English, Amber Lovitt starts saying a bunch of stupid shit to piss me off.
She starts by saying that life would be a lot colder on a different planet, because you would be in space, and space is cold.
She went on to say that there is no gravity on The Moon.
I told her that there is gravity.
I asked her how it is possible for people to stand on The Moon, if not for gravity.
She told me it's because people have weights in their shoes (as if weight would matter without gravity).
I scream at her as I pound my fists deeper and deeper into my skull.
Miss Couden says something, but I can't quite remember what she said, because I was hitting myself in the head really hard.
I leave my group of idiots and talk to Ben, and Kendra, and Megan, and Ross.
I didn't talk to April.
The end.
Today...
Today, yes.
Today indeed.
I did some fun things today.
I know I did.
Well.
Sam put a shoe in the urinal before swim practice and peed in it.
I told him to put it somewhere, so the owner would find it and put it on.
Sam decides to put it on top of the lockers, so someone would pull it down and get urine all over.
After practice, a few of us were in the shower.
I was naked.
I'm always naked.
I told Chris Wooten to get the shoe for me.
He tells me he knows what's going on.
I tell Aaron Cherry (he was standing right there when i told Wooten to get the shoe) to get the shoe.
Aaron Cherry gets the shoe and throws it at me.
I dodge the shoe.
We all laugh at Cherry.
The others tell Cherry to wash his hands.
Sam tells Cherry what the deal is.
Cherry come back over and hits the shoe with his bag.
The bag might have hit someone.
The bag might have hit me.
I don't remember.
But we all ended up throwing the shoe at each other.
I was naked.
I did most of the throwing.
Felps nailed me in the back one time.
I hit Wooten in the face with it.
We all went home.
The end.
Thursday, January 27, 2005
Quan's Dwelling
I haven't written anything in here for a while, I think. I don't have much to say.
I get to talk at the convocation tomorrow. That should be good fun for all.
I read Ishmael a couple weeks ago. It was good. I read almost all of Song
of Susannah at our conference meet. It was a big meet. I've been trying to read The Dark Tower, but it's been really hard, because I'm tired, and I fall asleep when I'm tired.
We had a vocab test or quiz or something in English last week. We had to write these sentences at the end using some of the words. These sentences were really good, and I was afraid Miss Cowden would throw it away when she saw them. Today someone told me she was telling her classes about it, so I guess she thought they were pretty good, and didn't throw it away. I might have to put them in here at a later date.
I found out the other day that I'm really hot, and I had to break this one chick's heart, because I don't want to be limited to just one hole right now, because if I'm really that hot then there's a lot more I can do for my country.
Predidation.
Shanitooda.
I get to talk at the convocation tomorrow. That should be good fun for all.
I read Ishmael a couple weeks ago. It was good. I read almost all of Song
of Susannah at our conference meet. It was a big meet. I've been trying to read The Dark Tower, but it's been really hard, because I'm tired, and I fall asleep when I'm tired.
We had a vocab test or quiz or something in English last week. We had to write these sentences at the end using some of the words. These sentences were really good, and I was afraid Miss Cowden would throw it away when she saw them. Today someone told me she was telling her classes about it, so I guess she thought they were pretty good, and didn't throw it away. I might have to put them in here at a later date.
I found out the other day that I'm really hot, and I had to break this one chick's heart, because I don't want to be limited to just one hole right now, because if I'm really that hot then there's a lot more I can do for my country.
Predidation.
Shanitooda.
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Vote or Die, Mr. Lux
I started writing this awesome story in study hall called "Cotton Candy." It's about this little kid's first day of kindergarten, and it's really good. Tyty and Chris Evans have both read the first part of it, and they both loved it.
I was standing outside the choir room after school today, and Bridget Brewer punched me right in my dried up titty, and it hurt. A few seconds later, Polly Anna runned up and hit me there, too, but it's ok, because it turned me on when she did it. But, it still hurts right now, and I think it's gonna be hurting for a while, and I like it.
No one would go to Taco Bell with me after school today, so I had to just come home and eat some stuff.
Monday, December 06, 2004
Did Someone Leave a Window Open?
Shit! Shit! Shit!
So many good stories about my rough draft to tell.
Miss Couden seemed slightly upset with it. I got to class and we split up into our peer-edit groups, and then she comes over and takes my paper away from Melanie Poehner (she was the one proofreading it) and read some of it. Then she told me to sit in the corner. A few minutes later she pulled me out of the classroom and started talking to me about my recent writings. What I got from our little conversation is that she is growing tired of my humor, and I need to start trying to be a little more funny in order to keep her from writing me up. Melanie approached me after school and told me how good she thought my paper was. She didn't seem to share Miss Couden's feelings on how awesome my paper is. She told me it all seemed like a good paper, except for the few words that she found to be inappropriate. When I got home from school, my dad was on the phone with Miss Couden. I didn't hear much of the conversation, but I did hear my dad say he would contact my doctor and find out if my medication could be causing my strange behavior. I hope my doctor says it is the medication, because I could then keep doing crazy shit all the time and just say it's the medication. Success!
So many good stories about my rough draft to tell.
Miss Couden seemed slightly upset with it. I got to class and we split up into our peer-edit groups, and then she comes over and takes my paper away from Melanie Poehner (she was the one proofreading it) and read some of it. Then she told me to sit in the corner. A few minutes later she pulled me out of the classroom and started talking to me about my recent writings. What I got from our little conversation is that she is growing tired of my humor, and I need to start trying to be a little more funny in order to keep her from writing me up. Melanie approached me after school and told me how good she thought my paper was. She didn't seem to share Miss Couden's feelings on how awesome my paper is. She told me it all seemed like a good paper, except for the few words that she found to be inappropriate. When I got home from school, my dad was on the phone with Miss Couden. I didn't hear much of the conversation, but I did hear my dad say he would contact my doctor and find out if my medication could be causing my strange behavior. I hope my doctor says it is the medication, because I could then keep doing crazy shit all the time and just say it's the medication. Success!
Rough Drafted
Spousal abuse. That's the topic of my English paper right up in here. I wanted to do inappropriate student-teacher relationships, but Miss Cowden wouldn't allow it. She wouldn't let me do inbreeding or bestiality, either. So, fuck. This is what I'm doing, and I'm trying to do my best with it. I know it can't ever be as good as my gay rights paper, but what. It's supposed to be like five pages long or something, but my rough draft is only like a page and a half. So it goes.
Here it is. I'll post the final guy when I'm all done with it.
Spousal Abuse
Since the beginning of time, America has been known for the amount of women being punched in the face by their spouses. The only thing higher on the list is the amount of fat, ugly freaks. The cause of all the abuse: Some might say it is a lack of leadership. Others might say it is from a lack of God. And, of course, there are the few who claim to be out of order. Drugs, such as anabolic steroids, and alcohol are usually present in many reported cases in the United States each year. One should always remember, however, that spousal abuse cannot occur without the spouse. Therefore, it is always the woman’s fault.
In years long past, abused women were said to be like bananas, prisoners in their own abusive worlds. As time has moved on, more and more of these women have come forth, admitting to what they have been given by their leader. At an earlier point in time, they would surely have been murdered for committing such a heinous act. One big reason for all of this coming forward nonsense is the ever-increasing availability of new kinds of help.
It is very hard to give a description to an abusive spouse. A characteristic found in many cases is the abusive spouse being much taller and fatter than the abused. The man might have been trained to fight at one point or another in his life, being taught that it is manly to punch people in the face when they piss him off. Men who abuse their wives also tend to have much higher IQs than their wives, but that one really doesn’t count–men usually have higher IQs anyway. These men blame most of the abuse on their wives. They tell these women that it is their fault for not loving them. They tell the women they would not care what they do if they really loved them. Most of these women cannot quite comprehend the messages, though. This is why they end up getting blasted.
Homosexuals never have problems with abusive spouses. All homosexuals have low IQs. This is why they end up being gay in the first place. They are retarded.
Homosexuals have been marked as being gay. They are gay because they are happy. They are happy, because they are not afraid to be open about who they are and what they stand for. Men who are not openly gay are only lying to themselves. They get this anxiety built up inside of them. This anxiety continues to build up until it turns into anger. When they have enough anger, they find ways to vent it. They might turn to gambling, drinking, or having sex with as many chicks as possible to prove they are strait. When their wives start catching on, the men will try to destroy them in order to keep their secret a secret.
Many of these fighting men don’t want to do anything that would make them look at all feminine. They believe the man should be a man and the woman should do all the nurturing and whatnot. He thinks that if she gets out of line, it makes him look like a little girl, so he has to knock her ass out in order to keep his reputation.
Abusive men tend to almost have a split personality. They can be the kindest of people at one point and the craziest mo-fos the next. They might talk nicely to their wives, and everything is going well, but then their fists start talking for them. Here’s what they say: "Say somethin, bitch!" So it goes.
That’s all.
Here it is. I'll post the final guy when I'm all done with it.
Spousal Abuse
Since the beginning of time, America has been known for the amount of women being punched in the face by their spouses. The only thing higher on the list is the amount of fat, ugly freaks. The cause of all the abuse: Some might say it is a lack of leadership. Others might say it is from a lack of God. And, of course, there are the few who claim to be out of order. Drugs, such as anabolic steroids, and alcohol are usually present in many reported cases in the United States each year. One should always remember, however, that spousal abuse cannot occur without the spouse. Therefore, it is always the woman’s fault.
In years long past, abused women were said to be like bananas, prisoners in their own abusive worlds. As time has moved on, more and more of these women have come forth, admitting to what they have been given by their leader. At an earlier point in time, they would surely have been murdered for committing such a heinous act. One big reason for all of this coming forward nonsense is the ever-increasing availability of new kinds of help.
It is very hard to give a description to an abusive spouse. A characteristic found in many cases is the abusive spouse being much taller and fatter than the abused. The man might have been trained to fight at one point or another in his life, being taught that it is manly to punch people in the face when they piss him off. Men who abuse their wives also tend to have much higher IQs than their wives, but that one really doesn’t count–men usually have higher IQs anyway. These men blame most of the abuse on their wives. They tell these women that it is their fault for not loving them. They tell the women they would not care what they do if they really loved them. Most of these women cannot quite comprehend the messages, though. This is why they end up getting blasted.
Homosexuals never have problems with abusive spouses. All homosexuals have low IQs. This is why they end up being gay in the first place. They are retarded.
Homosexuals have been marked as being gay. They are gay because they are happy. They are happy, because they are not afraid to be open about who they are and what they stand for. Men who are not openly gay are only lying to themselves. They get this anxiety built up inside of them. This anxiety continues to build up until it turns into anger. When they have enough anger, they find ways to vent it. They might turn to gambling, drinking, or having sex with as many chicks as possible to prove they are strait. When their wives start catching on, the men will try to destroy them in order to keep their secret a secret.
Many of these fighting men don’t want to do anything that would make them look at all feminine. They believe the man should be a man and the woman should do all the nurturing and whatnot. He thinks that if she gets out of line, it makes him look like a little girl, so he has to knock her ass out in order to keep his reputation.
Abusive men tend to almost have a split personality. They can be the kindest of people at one point and the craziest mo-fos the next. They might talk nicely to their wives, and everything is going well, but then their fists start talking for them. Here’s what they say: "Say somethin, bitch!" So it goes.
That’s all.
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