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| Atman (profile) wrote, on 1-5-2003 at 5:13pm | |
| Current mood: amused Music: Disturbed Subject: Weasel |
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| This X-mas, my mom got me a book called, "Dilbert and the Way of the Weasel", written by Scott Adams. If you get upper-class humor I recommend this book. If you like skipping along and reading the Dilbert comics inside, thats good too. I actually try to read some of it and this book matches society. Its sad. And Funny. Its like that one show, "Joe Millionaire" Its sad to see Fox stoop so low as to actually trick chicks into thinking he makes or has over a million dollars. The funny part is the fact the chicks are probably interested in the money too, but thats not enough to get me to watch. First off, you know the chicks will be digging that French castle hes got, second, according to the chicks he's hot, and third, you know the ending. The chick will say yes, despite the fact "Joe" is pretty broke. They'll marry but it will last a week tops. Unless the women he picks is a bitch, she ain't sayin no on national T.V. God I love our society. Back to the book, I've learned different things which can be applied to real life situations. Don't want to visit that friend? I got the answer. Wanna dodge a detention but still wanna slam on the teacher? No prob. What? You don't expect me to tell you these in detail do you? Buy the damn book or suffer, vile weasels!! Maybe Adams will send me some cash for promoting his book. Time to move on with what I'm doing. This is the part where I bitch and if you like me you'll read it, if you don't know me that well, you'll skip it, or if you're a flaming ass-pirate, you'll complain about my complaining, which will cause me to double back and complain about your complaining, which will cause you to complain about my original complaining and my recent complaining, and so forth til we are both dead. Or one of us gives up, and theres a good chance I have a worse social life than you, so I'll kick your ass from here to the moon. Yeah! Go me! Right, over christmas vacation, I did, you ready for this? Pretty much nothing. Yeah, slept in, now have a terrible sleep pattern, and suddenly have the urge to hunt down and destroy someone named Keith Richards. I hung out with my friends, except for Spud, and I feel bad about that, but fortunately, I get over problems I cause really fast. Done. This is off topic, but I'm looking at user stats and I'm the lastest donar of money? Gunnie, I haven't seen you all X-mas break. Its almost ten to 6 on Jan 5th. Back to topic, I got an amusing toy, a gumball machine! This thing is awesome, I can put gumballs in it, or maybe skittles, or mentos, perhaps life-savers. I haven't even tapped into pixie stick dust! The skys the limit! Or my limited budget, whatever comes first. Plus I got one of those fountains. You know, where it gurgles and makes a peaceful noise? Most people find these stupid, but I find it relaxing. Plus, it can get people I don't like out of my room. Just picture it. We'll have Brittany Spears in my room. Me:Yep, and thats my fountain. Bs:Wow. It makes me have to pee. Me:Yep, its very refreshing, just like that one time I visited Hoover Dam. Now that was awesome all you could hear was water gushing. Bs:(Biting lips) Uh huh. Me:Also reminds me of niagra falls. Beatiful waterfall. Bs:Look, I gotta go. The only problem looking back at my example is the fact that it sounds like it would make CHICKS leave. Great, as if my personality wasn't bad enough. I got that book I mentioned, and a good charlotte CD. Other stuff I got that may surprise some people were: 1. Goldmember on DVD. 2. Madden 2003 for my Nintendo. Whee! 3. Candy So I WAS having fun my last week. UNTIL Friday. I went to the basketball game. Now, some of you may be saying "Yeah, that loss sucked". No no. I don't give a rat's ass about the game, but I think I caught a flu. So on the way home, I decided to call the smart freshman and see if maybe he could stay the night at my house. I should have called Spud since I hadn't seen him, but I was tired and wanted to get home. We had pulled into KFC and were heading home when I called him on the cell phone. He said he couldn't but would Saturday. So I went to bed after eating honey bbq wings. Ugh. I will never eat those cursed things on an empty stomach. Yuck. The next morning I woke up feeling god awful, and it only lasted throughout the day. I did stay up and watch the falcons beat the Packers! Yes! To top the this morning I felt ok until my mom brought something up. Track Practice. You might look out the window and say, "Isn't it a bit early?" No no. A bit early is when the do this BS at the end of Feburary. I got a letter stating that in order to win the OK Gold, after school workouts will begin, and indoor track will start. No no no no. I didn't sign up for this crap, I signed up for the outside crap. Thats all I signed up for. I didn't volunteer my soul to track in January, in March, you greedy bastards. Last year we almost won the ok gold, and I was the main man who brought us there. Ok, maybe not. Maybe I was the guy there for his OWN personal gain, someone who just wanted to keep in shape, and to keep living in his house, because his parents might throw him out. Last year, I came in and nobody gave a damn I was there, and now, suddenly, I'm important enough to show up and work out with the team? Joy! I want to work out with preps who could probably bench double what I could! I want to have Sabinas give me orders already, such as running for 25 mins straight. Bear in mind, something like that is not too hard, for me, but still. Screw them. I hate to say it, but screw them. I'll do it my own way. I'm still pissed at Myers for last years incident. Its usually not hard for me to get over stuff, but that was bullshit. Anyway, right now I'm enjoying my last three hours or so of freedom, before school starts and I become a slave to the teachers. I actually miss some teachers, like Ruebuck and Miller. Maybe Nier, if he doesn't remember the milk incident. I can't wait to polish off Food and Nutrition, and get that out of the way. But, since I'm in concert band, I won't be in the class after food and nutrition in 2nd hour, and that sucks. I'll lose Moe, brittany, and Amanda. I'll get by without brittany, I suppose. Plus, just to piss me off, they'll switch my fourth and sixth hours around. Mrs. Wilde, who hates me, will probably be the one who recommends this idea. I'm almost positive she doesn't like me, or she wants to make me go through hell whenever I need something. I hope the day comes when she needs something and I have to be the one that gives it to her. MWA HA HA HA HA HA! At:Right, and you need this medicine because? Wi:My Heart! Its failing. At:Yeah, but you do need to get parents consent. Wi:My parents are both dead. At:Hmmmm...then I guess you won't be needing this medicine then. Ok, I wouldn't go so far as to kill her. In fact there are few people I would go that distance for. Maybe I'd just make it hard for her to leave the parking lot. What? Don't look at your computer screen like that. She did the same thing to me. |
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spud | 01-05-03 7:56pm hey man
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