Yeah, subject wubject
If you don\'t like to hear me complain, then don\'t even bother readinig this...I mean it, I don\'t care. I typed this for myself more than anyone else.

My life has been shit lately. I don\'t know where I\'m going, I don\'t know what I\'m doing, hell, it doesn\'t even feel like I\'m control of my own life. Its nobodys problem but my own, and I don\'t know what to do anymore. All the things I\'ve done before feel worthless, and its not like I\'ve been doing great things. I just don\'t know anymore. I thought I knew what I was doing, I don\'t. I thought I know what I was feeling. I don\'t. I was praying dumb luck would carry me through, if anything, but lady luck has turned her back side, and she has an UGLY ass.
Grand. Too f*cking top it off, I just heard stuff I never wanted to hear about. Life is officialy fricked up. I don\'t know what I need or want, or care for.
I feel worthless, like I\'m not doing anything, other than being a jester to others. Is that my purpose in life? To fail miserably which gives others hope?
I don\'t know why I feel this way. Is it the situation with jackie? or spud? Or do I have some problem with myself, and I blame others?
I don\'t know, and I\'m not one to contumplate. Boy, I hacked that word to hell.
Whatever. I\'m sure I\'ll be questioned by others for this entry. Or you\'ll bypass it completely...I\'m not sure which of those options is wiser, for you, the reader. I don\'t know if I want feedback, a monkey, a bj, or whatever.

I\'m seriously lost.

Whateva
Geez, I gotta type something but got nothing to talk of.
Oh, my quote of the week is in. From Lewis Black, the great comedian...
\"I was watching N\'Sync, Aerosmith, and Brittney Spears, all at once...it was like a trifecta from HELL!
Lol, yeah. That consisted of my weekend. Um, I can\'t think of anything to type about, like I just stated...I just felt like updating, so here goes...
cynical shield-78%
Intellect-75%
wiseassness-89%
happiness-47%
anger-70%
energy-60%

Anger usually isn\'t so high, its just lately things have been frustrating. What with whats been going on for me, blah blah blah.
I know you don\'t care. You are just waiting for me to say something funny and then end the journal...well, I got nothing. Well, just remember kids...um...I\'ll remember your kids!

Yeah, that seriously is the best I got right now.

Today
Who wants to hear a freaky story of what happened to me today?! I guarentee you'll enjoy my pain.

So I'm in geography in 5th hour, right? I'm minding my own business and I feel like a bug or something landed on my nose. I rub it and blood is on my hand. I'm thinking, "Thats a bit freaky" and continue on my merry way with my test, that I probably failed, or did poorly. Then it feels like I'm still bleeding, so I check my hand again. Sure enough, I still am bleeding. Now I'm beginning to freak out worry. For about three minutes I kept checking my nose, completely worried. I knew it wasn't a bloody nose but a part right under it. I quickly finish (i.e. randomly guess) to quickly get finished with my test, in a hurried fashion. I get done and its still bleeding. I decide to write a pass and go to the bathroom. Yeah, there we go! Thats an idea. I write out a pass and go to see Mr. Schoen to get the signature. Heres what occured...
S:Ah, a pass. Can you tell me why I should sign this?
A:(Thinking he's messing around or trying to kid)
Because you are a good hearted teacher?
S:(Not amused) Is this an emergency?
A:(feeling stupid) Oh, yeah, its an emergency.
I feel like an idiot then quickly head to the bathroom to figure out whats wrong with my face. Its just a spot or something under my nose or what not, and it decided to bleed. Crap. So I begin to apply pressure on the spot, when people start coming in. That Brad guy we wrapped in toilet paper, john glerum, and some other kid. I leave, to avoid looking like a moron, just to bump into another person on my way out. I give my apologys and keep moving. I head back into Schoens room, and don't you hate it when you walk in a silent classroom, everybody will look at the door, in some hope you are an angel of god, bent on stopping the silence or the test? So I walk in, everyone stares at me for about 1 second, figure out its me, and immediatly stop looking at me. Theres an upside to not looking handsome, people.
Long story short, I looked like an idiot, burned a bridge with Schoen, and got people to think I'm weird, all in one beatiful stroke.

Today
Wow. Today was brutal. I think. I went home and slept. I woke up with NO memory of what happened today. I honestly can't remember anything about earlier. If there are any inside jokes that were made today, I don't know them. I don't know why I can't remember. I remember getting home, letting the dogs out and sleeping. Thats it. I didn't know I had homework until I got into my backpack. I had to try and play detective to do anything. I couldn't remember why my car was parked funky. Then I remembered pep band, and went from there. Freaky huh?
Oh well. At least I won't have to remember the stupid blabbings of some of my peers, so, its not all bad. Still, it bothers me. What if I sleep tonight and can't remember what happened at all today?
Oh well, doesn't bother me. Just letting everyone know my old age must be bothering me.

Day
Freaky day. Had fun today, though. Woke up at ten (Snagging only six hours of sleep) and did random things to quiet my mother, then took a shower and headed out to spuds to hang with him and Jackie. I felt nervous at first, but it passed after I almost got hit with a snowball. Barefist snowball fighting...its awesome until your hands are numb. Then had fun doing some bad snowboarding and sledding followed up with more snow ball fighting. Went inside to HOT chocolate. That felt refreshing. Then I had some pizza rolls. Tasty. Jackie ate nothing, similar to Katie and it made me feel funky. Then spud went around and ate anything, and that made up for it. Then we watched tv then waited for jackies mom/dad. Then watched harry potter. I left cuz I had to practice the t-bone and study for geography. I did neither, so I feel good. Plus I didn't do the english crap.
Nate came and we started to watch the super bowl, but it turned into an ass kicking and we stopped watching. Had fun though.
I felt like updating, so if this looks pointless, good, thats how I intended it. If it doesn't good, thats how I intended it. I win, you lose, and I get a dollar.

boredom
My lord.
I am so bored.
I can't explain how bored I've been today.
I've been online downloading and viewing stuff off of homestarrunner.com, but I've done all I want to do.
Chats down. That bites. I can't talk to anyone. My day so far has involved curling up with a 2 liter of vanilla coke and glugging it while watching homestar runner blab away.
I changed my picture, just so you know. Although, unless you are stupid, you probably noticed.
So yeah, I'll try to get chat later, but I don't think it'll be up.
Oh, and sympathys to those who can't do anything either and are bored.

What a night
Ah man, I never thought my hang-over would go away. Nah, I just went skiing.
skiiing?
sking?
skinng?

I rode two pieces of greased metal down a slope. How about that? It was pretty entetaining for my first time, really. I did an Ok job, I suppose. Nothing too fancy, nothing too sucky. I fell a lot, but most of it was I panicked and didn't like the speed I was flying at. It was good fun. I think next year I'll join ski club. I'll probably go again, problem being I'm sure expectations for the next trip will still be high, and that blows. But whatever. We drove out to Mr. Burger, and I drove like sh*t to keep Chris and Katie from doing stuff in the back. I know he's not doing stuff thats TOO wrong with her, but I'm still concerened and I don't want anything stupid to happen. Spud'll reply with this comment about how in control he is and how he won't, blah blah blah. It could still happen and thats bad. Plus I know they joke about it, but honestly.
Plus, it didn't help when me and Dav got lost trying to get home! That sucked. I made a wrong turn right out of Cannonsburg and that royally screwed us. So we drove aimlessly and my mom gave us bad directions and Dav had to be home by 8:30, and we LEFT there at 8:50. Ay.
So, after carefully backtracking and rerouting and killing, we made it home. I thought for sure I was gonna die, but my parents just called me a dumbass and we moved on. Anyway, I gotta jet, so later.
Plus, to top the night off, I'm out of wiper fluid, so now I have to go more with my instincts and they suck, so I nailed one of the fence things pulling into the driveway. Geez, the night couldn't have gone worse.

Update time
Time to update my journal...updating the journal...
Today was a standard day. I was a smartass here and there, accomplishing miniscule tasks there and where, and basically enjoying myself. But oh man.

I can't tell you how much Schoens geography class drains me.

I'm have ZIP for energy by the time I get to Niers room. Its not like schoen over works us...well, he sorta does with this packet bull, but still. He's very boring, and compensates by wild gestures and occansionly says something funny. I'll bet before he became a teacher, he was a NFL official, for crying out loud. Bah, I won't waste your pathtic time bitching about things I can't control. Well, I'll just move on to something else.
In my crappy family living class, I have to come up with an essay about myself and my goals.

What the hell.

Like I wanna stand in front of a classroom and explain to them my hobbies, interests, and goals to them. I can understand doing a report or something, but this has always blown my mind. Its a crappy attempt at a team-builder. At least she's not quizzing us on other speeches like some previous teachers I've had.
Plus it has to be on goals, and I mean, c'mon. I don't have goals yet. I sure as hell don't have any long-term goals, other than staying alive as long as possible. Plus our hobbies need a time limit to them? I need to TELL people who long I spent writing my comic last night? Is fournier trying to gather as much info as possible off me so she can kill me?

Wow, too much bitching. Lets try something more away from that. Band felt awkward today. No Gunnie, which really sucked. Plus Rob's leader. What the f*ck. He makes an ok leader, sorta, but he becomes a dick when he recieves the steering wheel. Friends of Rob who feel like defending him, knock yourselves out. I probably won't change my opinion until he changes how he does things.
Also, I'm making shirts for band (Or at least coming up with shirt ideas) so if you have any wiseass or funny phrases about any insturments you think I should know about, please tell me. I'm really struggling with clarinets and baritones. I got nothing. Or pit. If you don't think I've got the skills for this, you're more incorrect than a pink horse with a cocaine problem...bitch.
Anyway, it was another peaceful day at Cedaarrrrrrr Spring. Then I showed up.

Weekend
Ahh, what a great weekend. I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long period of time. Its great to finally be able to feel good, especially after exams.
Friday me and Nate messed around...played video games...discussed things...hung out...It was a good night. Saturday morning was fun. Nate AND Dav at the same time. I'm fishy about Nates behavior. He was acting weird...anyway, me and Dav immediately busted ass to get to work on our excellent movie and came up with a killer script...or we just sat around and played video games and messed around online. Thats never gonna get done, or it will be done gradually over time. Then Chris was all like, "Dude, I wanna do something tonight."
So, I trodded over to his house and we drove out and bought beef jerkey from that place near KFC. Let me tell you, if you wanna sell stuff, be super nice to your customers. I just wanted to go in there and look at everything, but god, they were so nice.
At:I'm just checking things out.
Store:Hey, would you like a free sample?
At:Ummm...ok. Sure. I'll try that kind.
Store:No problem. Dum de dum...how are the roads?
At:Huh?
Store:Driving conditions? Good, bad?
At:Oh yeah, they aren't too bad...
Store:Well, here's your free sample.
At:Gee thanks.
Store:Would you like to buy any?
At:Um...yes. 5 pieces of the honey bbq stripes...
Store:Right away sir...that comes to six bucks.
At:Son-of-a-bitch...
Store:Pardon?
At:Hold on, lemme get my wallet...

When they are that nice to you, you can either be an ass and refuse to buy their product or you can buy it whether or not you want it. Granted, I wanted some beef jerkey, but not for six bucks.
Then we went to the dollar store. Ho ho. Much fun. I bought I dart board thing with guns. The entire time spud was saying, "Dude, you know we are just gonna end up shooting each other!"
I would reply with "Duh, dumbass!" We basically messed around on the computer and listened to music. By the end we were both acting like stoners so badly. Then on this bob and tom cd I own, theres this song called 'internet porn', and this guy sings about porn on the internet. Theres this one part where he goes girl on girl on girl on girl on guy on sheep. And we would extend the song a bit. the whole girl on girl on guy on sheep thing, then we added on monkey on chicken on midget on cow on your mom's house on horse on donner on bliztzen on comet on cupid on donner on dasher on comet on rudolph.
Then we had a discussion about how that how that would work. rudolph would have his ears available, a fake eye, his nose could screw off, and...well, you get the idea.
Afterwards, we went to bed, and I contined to have weird dreams, as usual. I should see a shrink. not. I don't like them. Anyway, I woke up and heard spud and Roxanne talking about me or whatever and what not and blah blah and jazz jazz. I don't know. I was too tired to pay attention. So it eventually led to Spud and I spending even MORE time together and sharing our askewed minded thoughts about jesus and moses and other stuff.
I gotta go so I'll leave you with this thought...

What if Spuds brown dog had blonde pubs?

Ha ha
Two nights without woohu chat? GAAAAAHH! Only one thing could be worse...THREE nights without woohu chat! NOOOOOOOO! Thank Goodness I'm easily amused. So it turns out that a movie might be made after all. With the help of the smart freshman, wraith6699. Don't bother checking his journal, HE'S ONLY TYPED IN IT ONCE!!
Anyway, a movie is soon going to get started. I'm meeting with him on Saturday to talk about the script, and maybe, MAYBE talk about the B&B website. We'll see.
I'm in a mood to talk to people, but guess what? I CAN'T. Which bites. I don't have any other sites to visit, I've been to them all already this week.
I wanna do something exciting, but I got nothing to do but sleep! Damn, and I ain't doing that.
I feel the urge to talk to someone, but I can't. Oh before I forget, thanks to those who took my poll. A big screw you goes out to those who are reading this, but didn't vote.
I can't think of anything funny to mock or talk about...damn...
I'm glad nobodys here, or they could see all the water I'm spilling on myself. And the keyboard. ddddddddrrrat. kkeeeyyyyssss sssstttucckkk.
LLLLLLAAAAAAATTTTTTEERR........

Gahhh!
I messed up the poll thing, and I can't fix them! Mother f*****!!
Anyway, I just wanted to type something...but I don't know what about. Today...there were no adventures.
I didn't do anything stupid, I didn't do anything stupid AND funny. I dunno. I guess all days can't be interesting.
I can't think of anything to type. Uh...nice weather?
One thing thats nagging me is Mike Stanley. WHAT IS THIS GUYS PROBLEM? I can't stand him. He thinks he's smart, but a chair is smarter. Don't believe me? I'll prove it to you.
If I say, go fetch Sabinas's old jogging shoes, who will go get them?
Mike.
Chair 1, Mike 0

Lets say we have a swimming contest. The chair would kick his ass because it could float.
Chair 2, Mike 0

How about a contest to see who can hold still the longest?
Mike couldn't do it, he'd be too busy trash-talking the chair, who remains cool under pressure.
Chair 3, Mike 0

How about a race? A DOWNHILL race. If the chair has wheels, boom, it beats him.
Chair 4, Mike 0

Yes, a chair is smarter than someone. WAY smarter.
Hm. I got nothing else to say.
Ah, take the new and IMPROVED poll that is the lastest one. Sorry for typing so many, I just keep messing up.