Typing typing
Yes, I'm typing a journal. This is the most active I've been on Woohu for months. Before proceding, open my damn journal and take my quiz already. Thats right, see how little you know about me. Go on, I double dog dare you.
Anyway, its after ten, I didn't do Biology, english, or food homework. He he. I feel great.
I just got done watching, "Total Recall". It starred Arnold. Yeah, the freaky guy with the last name I won't even attempt to type. I watched the whole movie and I was focused on one thing.

A midget slut. I thought that was tight. I could see Brent Davis as a pimp, running around with little midget sluts...LOL!
But no, don't go me wrong. It wasn't arousing. The arousing part was where two chicks started fist fighting and s*it. That was arousing. Then Arnold, who was knocked out, wakes up, and realizes whats going on. I'll bet he was praying for mud. Ha.
I really need to get to class on time, or I might have to serve an after school detention. (shivers) Thats freaky tikey.
Now I suddenly remember why I rarely type in woohu. I barely ever have anything entertaining to say. Huh. Hmmmmm... Ok, how about I talk about a dream I had?
Basically, I was just standing in a field. It was nice. Then chicks weirdly started to just walk in front of me in a line. Staring ahead, like machines, or avoiding eye contact with me. Then Katie started to blab about snowboarding, when all of a sudden Austin Powers appeared before me. You heard me. He had that one foxy cleopatria chick with him. He talked about mojo or something. I was staring at foxy. Anyway, I made some deal where I would trade Katie for Mini-me. Sorry Katie, Mini-me kicks your ass entertainment wise. For one thing, he can't talk. (I deserve a free smacking on Monday)
But then we started the whole rap scene thing, with its a hard knock life. Then Eminem showed up. Mini-me bit his balls while I bopped him in the gut. Then Jackie appeared and started to talk. I paid attention but Mini-me embarrssed me by humping her leg. That sucked. Quickly, I turned the conversation around by asking about those damn Yankees. But then Moe showed up and was all talking smack about me. I smacked him! Then Chris showed up and was pissed I traded Katie for Mini-me, to which I replied, "It isn't a sandwich if it doesn't have the tangy whip of Miracle whip!"
He stared at me and then left. Then I got a three person go-kart (Me, Jackie, and Mini-me) and we drove all over. Until we arrived at Bill and Bobs house. I thought that was weird. Bob demanded a higher IQ while Bill wanted better lines. Eventually I woke up craving ice cream. Seeing as how we don't have any, I just ate some pizza rolls.

Wasting time
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Its great. Go to the thing about being a first timer and from there head to the e-mails. This site is hilarious.

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This only proves my theory on my 9000 e-mail number (About being a robot).
Plus, I'll be flying in my flying car while you guys will be staring at me going, "God, and I used to mock him".
Or you'll be thinking, "Once he lands, I'll beat the crap out of him and take his flying car too!"
Admit it. Everyone wants me for me car.

Weasel
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.

Happy Christmas! No wait...Mary Christmas!
Ah yes, it was time to change my pic. It got old. Not that it matters. Nobody reads my journal anymore, because I rarely type in it. Oh well, who cares. I just wanna go off on an amusing rant.

X-mas Commercials.
If God had any mercy on us, he would destroy these. Why must he allow all the gheeds in this world to use cheap X-mas puns and Jesus jokes to advertise. Some ads are just too f*cked up, and shouldn't be on TV. Like that New York State Lotto Ticket one. Where this chick buys some lottery tickets from an old guy on a corner, and, thinking how its christmas, the only time of the year when we can be decently nice, she puts the tickets in an envelope and returns them to the shopkeep.
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What the hell.
Thats like someone going down to the bar, buying a drink and returning it to the bar-keep. He'll obviously throw you out, cause it will look like you've had enough already.
And the ads about wives being wenchs about what they want. The sears one where the guy gives his girl a box wrapped with newspaper ads, and the chick spots the sears coupon, takes it, and runs off, leaving the guy hanging.
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Jesus Christ Superstar, that guy must really want to get laid if hes putting up with that crap.
Or the one where the wife walks up to her hubby (Theres a word I don't say often) and says, "Hey honey. What do I have on my neck?"
Guy:Nothing.
Girl:Yeah, and what do I have on my ears?
Guy:Nothing.
Then the announcer guy comes in and says, quote, "Its OBVIOUS what she wants this year."
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Yeah, its obvious she wants a shot in the mouth.
Look, I put little to no thought in X-mas shopping. When I get a girlfriend/Wife, all I know is this...
No way in hell I'm blowing money on jewelry. Every ripoff begins with R.
Although I'm still single (Gee, I can't imagine why. Maybe its the people I hang out with give off bad vibes.) I blew quite a bit of money on X-mas this year. What with gifts and all. If you didn't like my gift, take it and shove it up your ass. bitch. You got it for free!! What are you whining about? Thats why I love christmas, no matter what crap I get, I can think to myself, "But it was free! And maybe a profit if I return it!"
Ho ho ho and all that crap. Merry Christmas. Hope you all enjoy yourselves this holiday season. Wow. I can't belive I actually said something that didn't involve a female body part or something that kills people. Thats crazier an a soup sandwich.
Mary Christmas, people! Yes, it is Mary, she's the one that went through labor for Christ anyway. Ho ho ho. *Points at ugly hoes*

Aieeeeeeee...god really doesn't like me. Life feels like sh*t now. Why? Well, the wench (Who hopefully doesn't have woohu or know who I am) in the band office prevented me from copying the music I needed duplicated, claming that there were enough. I can share with someone, but not with just Gunnie! Its impossible to see the second page. Second Hour was fine, third hour proved my grades are dropping, cause with luck I'll be able to bring it up to a C. He told me that. Fourth hour was the biggest BITCH of the day. Already worried about the test, I'm trying not to think about it, because I know I'm gonna flunk. Then Katie comes in, pissed off about stuff Moe and I have said. ESPECIALLY me. What the hell? I have been mean but apparently people have no concept of joking. I would feel sorry for people who get made fun of, but see, none of you pricks were around for the shitty middle school years I had. The abuse I got from one day was enough to fill up a month of what I dish out, even from the people I used to call "friends". Its bullshit, and I'm mad as hell, plus frustrated, then worried about the test all at once. So out comes the test and I couldn't focus. The studying I had done fell apart, and I didn't remember anything at all. I eventually ended up being the last one done, unable to focus. At lunch, anytime Katie even caught eye-contact would frown, regardless of whatever she was previously doing. Moe looked like he patched up a bit of his damage, but what the hell do I do? Ah, I can't concern myself with it. The rest of the day went ok, and I relaxed when I got home.
Normally, I would let it slide, but this special occasion...I can't. I got too much sh*t to worry about to focus on ONE specific thing. Grades, friends, my own happiness...Too much. It sounds like a little but its not. NOW I'm confused on what to do tomorrow.

The thing that bothers me most is this came out of nowhere yet at the exact worse time.

Oh well, I'll have to try to do something stupid.


I can't, though. I can't focus, I'm not in the mood to do anything worth a chuckle, I'm not in the mood to do something that requires work, I don't know what to do.

Wow, 2 bad journals back to back. Maybe during X-mas vacation I'll do something more cheerful.