So, yesterday, Ryo visited my house.
It was pretty exciting. We played Super Smash Bros, and went hiking. Just in the short time Ryo was over and playing Super Smash Bros with me, I improved a lot. This is due to the fact that he taught me how to properly execute smash attacks. I knew they exsisted, and I sorta knew how to do it, but I really didn't know how to pull it off. So, now I am working on pulling off the smash attacks during battle. It is quite intense. I practiced a lot last night.
Then, we went hiking down in the trails behind my house.
It was very intense.We had a very safe trip, though.
Yeeeeeah, the trip was a bit scary at times. For a while, we were just walking down the path like civilized humans. Later, we started throwing rocks in the creek, but even that can get boring. So, I decided to climb a solid dirt hill with rocks jutting out of it. The hill was about... 70o, I'd say. So, the path is halfway up this approximately 40 foot total hill. The top is grassy, the bottom feeds out into the creek. So, I start climbing. I head in the upward direction from the pathway. At this point, it's about 20 feet up to the very top of the hill where it flattens, and the grass starts. I wanted to reach this grassy zone. So, I grab onto the first rock and start pulling myself upward. I get about halfway up the top half, and I reach for a rock that appears to be securely in the earth. Unfortunately, it came out of the ground easier than expected. I didn't want this rock to roll down and hit Ryo on the path, so I tried to keep it in my hand while balancing on the other little rocks.
This is where my voyage takes a turn. I begin heading down the hill. Yeah, down. At first, I was moving feet first, but facing the hill. I managed to turn around, still feet first, but facing outwards. It really is amazing at the amount of thoughts that pass your mind at moments like this. My descent was a quick one. I eventually reached the path with the rock that came out still in hand, not wanting it to hit Ryo. So, I realized that the situation was beginning to get much worse. The path marks an even steeper descent downwards straight into the creek. There is a good 20 feet left to roll.
Fortunately, there is a chain railing at the edge of the path. As I went speeding past the pathway, I managed to let go of the wretched rock, and grab onto the chain railing. At this point, I am thinking, "I hope this thing can hold up."
It did, I survived with only a minor injury on my knee.
It was a quite intense experience. I hope to do it again someday.
I got a haircut, and feel much better than earlier.
Here's an idea of what my hair looks like now:
Interesting, eh?
Just so you know, I was one of the first people to do a fauxhawk back in the day.
BIOTCHES
I think I'm stoned.
God,
I am so fucking exhaused.
I am sick of the car.
I feel behind on school work.
I am afraid somebody is trying to avoid me.
And I am embarassed about a shitty experience trying to find a job.
How could this summer start off any better?
Maybe:
If I were puking in the toilet.
If I were puking in my lap.
If I were licking my puke off the floor and chewing on the suprisingly whole hot dog I had eaten a week earlier?
God Damnit.
I have nothing to complain about. I should fucking shutup. Maybe I will go take some decongestants, they always make me feel better.
Hello,
Ignore the absurd title. I just can't get that line out of my head. Dammit! Get your fucking head out of the gutter!
(The line's from a song)
Okay, I'm better now. And don't worry. I will practice absinence for a long time. I wouldn't give in during my teenage years!
Now...
...Onto better things.
New school schedule.
The highlighted ones are first semester
There it is. Lick it up. Enjoy it.
Bloop.
I finished typing my paper for foods class, and almost all the hard work of the school year has come to a halt.
I feel like not typing, but I will.
Typing. T-Y-P-I-N-G.
Wow, I need to do something much more productive than this.
Wait, this is kinda relaxing.
Tooooodaaaaay, waaass succccckkky!
But, it's over now. No more Mondays this school year. Yipee.
This is sort of how my mind runs when I don't have much to think about.
I kinda jump from one odd sounding phrase to the next:
My body is so Bootylicious.
I think that I might eat some cheez-its. They are delicious.
Just like De.Lic.io.us. Fuck, is that how that goes?
Oh, yeah. I didn't put the pair of underwear on I thought I did.
Stuff like that starts jumping through the oddly shaped vessels of my mind.
This is such a nonsensical post.
Maybe I shouldn't publish it.
If you read this, I obviously did.
What a fucking waste of everybody's time.
I am killing my bootylicious time.
I shouldn't bee killing yours.
Good NIGHT!!
Folge mir ins licht.
Yesterday, I supported communism by volunteering at the neighborhood pool.
It was quite intense work. I think we (Ryo and I) worked for either 4 or 5 hours.
We painted at least 20 benches (by hand) and then painted 3 chairs and one table.
But, we got all of the work finished, and we have gained ourselves some sort of reputation amongst the neighborhood board.
Yawn. It was exhausting work.
Plus, the paint got all over my legs, feet, and arms. That was one of the worst parts of all. Getting the damned paint off of my body. But, that is fortunately all finished too!
So, I feel like I actually accomplished something for my weekend other than studying for these wretched finals.
'Neat.'
I really like this word.
It just says so much!
Well, not really.
But, it does have many meanings:
Neat:
It happened again.
These abdomen cramps are killing me.
I hope it doesn't happen tomorrow.
Today was about as bad as yesterday. Fotunately, it's over now.
Bleh! What is this horrible smell?
Did I pick it up at school somewhere?
Is it the dog walking around my feet?
Why does it smell so horrible?
I didn't fart. I didn't burp. I didn't eat anything funk...
...wait, I did eat something a bit funky in foods class today.
They were supposedly croutons, but I find myself thinking that they were more like moldy bread crumbs. Eww, it is my hands. They smell absolutely volatile. I believe the smell may have come from the horrendous pizza pan we made the croutons on. I think it must've been moldy.
Moldy.
Wow, I did a lot of work today.
I feel rather proud of myself for actually completing all of this stuff
My day in detail:
My life moves in phases, and yours probably does too.
Usually a phase is characterized by a new scent, and a new feel. They are usually sepereated by some big event. Usually, there is my birthday phase, my Christmas phase, my end-of-school phase, etc.
Now, I have begun a completely new phase. Sometimes, you can have phases that are just like a previous phase in the scent and feel, but it occurs at a different time, but th e[hase I am having now is a completely new one.
Unfortunately, you don't even realize the scent or feel of the current phase until it is over. Even when the phase ends, you have to wait until nostagia kicks in to get a complete feeling of what a past phase was.
Do these phases even happen to anybody else? Or, are they just some strange thing that I have always had?
Who know? You do. Do you have these phase thingies?
So, I have changed the color scheme and logo of this blog, and I hope it is enjoyed by all.
It certainly has my vote.
I guess some people don't like the pixelation effect on the logo, but I absolutely adore it.
Deal with it.
OOMEE GOSH!
Sorry, I will get over my hilljack talk someday.
Well, the reason for such excitement is the Wii console (aka Nintendo Revolutions). All of this E3 coverage is making me antsy!
I cannot bare to wait to get the new Super Smash Bros.: Brawl. It seems like the ultimate.
Plus, it has the new vitural blahness, which is extremely exciting. I can't wait to get Mario World 3 for my Wii (if I ever get one). On top of all this greatness, my friend, Ryo, informs me that Opera is the browser of choice on the Wii. Total greatness.
Wow, I should stop talking about this before I try to steal one or something outrageous.
Alrighty then, Beep, Beep, Beep, Beeeeeeeee...
Let's see how far I can get in this five minutes.
First of all, last night was a bit depressing. Again, I felt like I was going to start crying with everypassing second. On top of this, for some odd reason, I find my self cussing a whole bunch. I am not exactly sure why though.
Last night, in an attempt to pass time, I read my sister part of her 'traslated for children' Odyssey book. It was actually as close to the story as they could get while including the gruesome details.
Once that book was finished, I guess I just sulked and listened to angry music. I wish teachers would give more homework.
I tried to do my only homework, Chemistry, but I didn't understand it. My teacher needs to explain it better to me today.
So, I actually feel much better right now. I like this blogging deal. Great ventilation.
I guess I must start heading out to the school bus soon; start a new day.
Today is a DDR club day. Second to last meeting. Hopefully it goes well.
Farewell.
What is wrong with me, and why am I so confused?
I feel like a complete nervous wreck.
Actually, I know the answers to these questions, but I won't be telling.
I am beginning to feel myself spiraling downward into the hole of depression. I keep feeling like I am constantly about to cry. No, I guess I don't feel this way all the time, just when I am at home or alone.
I feel so unproductive too. I haven't been keeping up my comic (which was supposed to update today and yesterday, but didn't). That's probably why I am sitting here right now writing this post. I need to have something to keep my mind occupied.
Speaking of keeping my mind occupied, I took a shot at doing this the past two days by reading a book I got at Borders. It is called "Running With Scissors." The book is about a kid growing up in a completely odd life with a psychotic mother and her unorthodox psychiatrist. The author, Augusten, is stuggling with a variety of things in his life including his homosexuality, family, school, and a pedophile he at one points believes he loves.
It's a great book, and I highly recommend it. You better read it fast before the movie comes out later this year.
Running With Scissors, in theaters, September 15, 2006.
AND,
The Grudge 2, in theaters Friday, October 13th.
My day was not very interesting. It was very boring.
It sort of sucked.
BUT! Tomorrow is Friday, and my birthday is on Sunday!
Now, that doesn't suck.
Wewt
So, Ryo told me about this blogging program called w.bloggar, and I am just now getting around to trying it out.
It's actually quite neat.
