I'm gonna go nuts
Once again, life throws me a curveball. I f*ckin hate my life sometimes, but other times I love it. No sports, so I'm out of shape. My grades are dropping because the classes keep getting harder. Plus my parents act like they are out to get me. I felt bad when Katie drove off to see her lover, Spud, (Man I love giving them s*it) and I went with Nate. Only reason being I told him I would earlier. So we went to his house right? To do the two G's. Geometry and gamecube. Basically, we booted up the game and went to do geometry for awhile. Neither of us get it, and we both get help from freshmen. I mean, help, *wink wink*. So we would work on it, then play, work on it, then play the game. This game operates funky. YOU CAN'T...
1.Pause
2.Save the EXACT spot you are at.
3.Saving starts you over. Ditto with turning it off.
So we are close to beating the first part of it, when the boss mauls us completely. He he. Funny. So, after homework and the game, my parents call and mom screams into their phone which already is cranked in volume. I had to hold the phone away from my ear to avoid becoming deaf. She screams because I didn't call her. Indeed, I did not. I had forgetten. No big deal, I thought. Apparently not, because she ranted and raved and demanded I had to go home. So quickly, we gave one last run at that boss (Failed terribly) and I quickly went home. I got home and told mom I was sorry, FIRST THING. Did that fly? No. She bitched about how I abused my driving ability and how I was evil. Then continued about how I always do this stuff and I've done it many times. I asked her to name a time, (I can think of when I had) and she didn't say anything.
"I don't wanna talk about that!"
"You can't remember when I've done it before can you?"
"Don't change the subject!"
So finally, she takes away my ability to drive after school for a week. Unless I'm dropping people off. Now, I go into total fury mode, and don't want to be bothered. I throw my books on the bed, and here comes Mrs. Wench.
"I can't believe you are acting this way! I don't like that attitude!"
"What attitude? I didn't say anything!"
She blabbed and I told her I wasn't happy with my punishment. She blared back about how I deserved it for what I did. I returned fire by telling this morning I told her I was going to go somewhere. She claimed, "Well, how was I supposed to know?"

"If you were that desperate, call his HOUSE!! He has a damn phone!"
"What about Chr..."
"HE HAS A PHONE TOO!!!"
"What about Katie?"
"I would have thought about it then!!"
Aha! So you admit you were blowing me off!"

Unable to take this, I try to leave, but hell no. Shes not done. She yelled at me more and said MAYBE she reduce my sentence. I close the door to my room and wish to be left alone. Thats not the end. She opens my frickin door and is all happy and giddy and laughing about something.

I will let you in on a secret.

I CANNOT FUCKING STAND IT WHEN SHE IS IN RAGE MODE THEN IS SUDDENLY ALL NICE. ITS BULLSHIT!!!

Anyway, Bill and Bob should be good, but I want the website started. Plus, I already have the game PLANNED out, so I need the smart freshmen to get the site going.
*Hint hint*

Gunnie also pussed out. Or can't take it, so he's given up. Even though he still talks about her and about people that look like her. If he keeps bringing it up, I swear to god, I'm going to get them both in the same room and lock the door until gunnie asks. I can't take it! At least he CAN do something about a chick, I CAN'T. It kills to watch him not do anything. ERRRRRRR...

Finally, I have geometry to get done, so later.

Lost in a swirl of confusion
Basically, my subject sums it up. I'm lost and unsure of what to do. I have people around me who have things better than I do, and at times, I have to listen to them bitch. It angers me greatly, to listen to some stupid slut in 5th hour complain about how her current boyfriend was envious of some guy that keeps talking to her. I don't frickin care. Its deaf and dumb, as alice would say. (Inside joke she may not even understand)
It pisses me off greatly to see all of my friends with mates, (Proper term?) and I have jack. I'm not mad at them until I start to get mocked for my lack of aggressiveness. Spuds little theory on whats going to happen to me with and my future love life pisses me off to no end. So fuck you spud. Look at that, I didn't even bleep it out. Thats bad, just so you know. The only reason I'm complaining is because I'm sick of it. Its bullshit. Do you all really want to know why I don't go for a chick? Its simple. High-school relation-ships don't last out of high school. I don't really want to do that. The only situations I would go for the chick are the one with gunnie, spud, and moe. Those are the only ones I would capitalize on. Its just, I dunno, finding a girlfriend isn't that high of a priority in high school to me. Maybe if I find someone I don't mind being near frequently I'd do something. Sadly, their all taken. No, Katie, not you. I'm trying to stay in the same class, so I don't get hosed when I'm a senior. I dunno anymore. I normally wouldn't vent like this, its just that my lunch table is pushing me to the breaking point. I care to a certain extent. If I was in gunnie's situation, I for sure would have said something. No questions asked. Anyway, I wish to move on to a lighter note, so, I'm going to move on. Oh and Spud? I'm sure I'll have forgotton about what I said earlier by tomorrow, so don't bother bringing it up, or caring.

Anyway, This weekend was involved with Nate. Took care of horses, watched the baseball game, talked, blah blah. Not much, just what we usually do. Last night was interesting for me. I went to the soccer thing, which sucked last year because it was empty. Getting a free ride with the other varsity players? Thats really not the greatest feeling in the world, let me tell you. Now I know what it feels like to be Canada getting many free rides with the US. Its like being the third string QB on the New England football team. You were there, but nobody cares.
Anyway, it didn't feel so empty, so I actually was one of the causes of losing this year, so I contributed something. I hated most of it because Spud wasn't there and I couldn't talk to him. I basically had nobody to converse with, which sucks. We got through Varsity's extra super special presentation. I hate about half of them. They deserve to be dragged into the street and shot. The rest are fine. Afterwards, we gave out awards, and I was the first to get a JV award. I felt awkward, cause I'm not used to being noticed and in the spotlight. We got past everyone else, and Jamie got plaque's for certain individuals. Yours truly. That felt great. Me being voted for something GOOD and actually winning. So with my new best defender award hanging in my room, I feel confident about something. PLUS. Get this? Modishers quitting boys soccer!
YES YES YES YES YES YES!

THERE IS A GOD! AND HE PUTS UP WITH ME!

Thats basically it for me, so I'm leaving now.

*sighs*
Wow, you people have great faith in me and Spud don't you? Not one person picked yes. One said no and 7, SEVEN, said we'd half-ass it. I didn't even get 7 for the last poll I made. Oh well. I'm sure we'll at least consider it.
Moving on, who wants to hear the "Milk" Story? Oh, wait, I control what I type in my journal. But I'll type it anyway.
So I'm in lunch, right? Well, Moe comments on Katie's shirt, which says, "Somebody needs a hug" (I personally need one right now) So, I acted like I was gonna hug her. She didn't notice, so I thought, ok, jokes over. Wrong. I smacked my milk carton onto my lap. Whoopsy-Dupsy. Nobody saw this part. As if that saved face. Gunnie started laughing, so I knew I was f*cked. Sure enough, Chocolate milk was all over my shirt and my vest. I like that vest. So now it looks like I saw someone and got too happy. And had sperm that smelled like chocolate milk. Crap.
I asked for a napkin, and got jack from Spud, Katie, and dip-sh*t, I mean, Phillip. So at this point, Gunnie notices and auctually cared that I was in trouble. He went off and got me a ton of napkins. I continued to try to dry the milk, but I knew it wasn't gonna work. So at this point, I wanted to basically smack everyone except for Gunnie. The bell rings, and Katie takes my lunch tray. She's sorta out of the hole. More than Spud is. FYI Spud, the next time you're in a bind, your on you own. At least when you spluged milk on yourself, I offered to help. So now, I go in the main office and tell the person I spilled milk on me. She said,"Sure, just go in the hall over there near the attendance office that everybody walks by." Oh wait, that was my selective hearing kicking in. I told her I was gonna wait til the tardy bell rang before I made a move. After it rang, I made a beeline strategically to the attendence office, with my vest over the front of my jeans. I walked up to Wilde and told her I needed to go home. "Look, dicksmear, you need a parents consent first, so step into my overcrowded office stuffed with preps and call your folks." Sorry, selective hearing again. I went in and started to dial mom, when I remembered she was at lunch. And my dads an MRI tech, so hes never in the same spot 2 days in a row. So I told her that. She asked if I could make it right back. "No bitch, it'll take all day. Or thats what you think. I'm playing hooky, psycho bitch!!"
Well, she gave me a look as if I said that. I basically told her I would get back 30 mins before school ended. A big lie. But, hey, when you spill milk on your pants, you don't really give a DAMN about lying. So now I had to journey upstairs to my locker. A real trick. Ever have one of those days were it seems like all those people you kinda-sorta know are always saying hi and trying to talk to you? Yeah, thats how it was on my way upstairs. If you saw me, and it looked goofy, I you put it together by now. Anyway, after talking to 6 people, just to get upstairs, I decided to play what I call, "The Dance of the Eyes". Everyone does this everyday, but doesn't even know it. So everytime I saw someone, I would pretend I was looking at something else. Like staring inside Sabinas's class to avoid a band member. I don't know that persons name, ok? Stuff like that. After 'dancing' 5 times, I got out to my car and freedom. I thought about going to Amoco and getting a frozen drink, but I remembered why I was leaving school. So I went home and I have dicked around since, doing nothing important.
There you have it, thats what went down. So if you saw me, you know what happened. Anyway, I'll create a poll, and I'll write again some other time.

Wheee
Well, its been awhile. My computer is officialy dead. It needs to be reinstalled. Whatever happened to technology? All it does nowadays is make people want things faster and more efficient. If anything, technology would or should go slower. Although not now. I'm accostumed to my crap computer. Well, soccer got cancelled. Whoopty doo. Our team sucks and isn't gonna get anywhere. Well, I don't know. I'm sick of losing. Between JV soccer, the lions, and my own track record at school. It just sucks ducks.
My boatmobile idea/movie is still sorta being kicked around, but whether it happens or not is entirely up to me and Spud. And both of us are lazy. Hmmmmmm...it won't happen. Well, I dunno, I'm more than willing after I've seen what Ryan can do. Although me nor chris can get into T.V. Production. Maybe we could make it and give it to Ryan and let him tweak it.
I really don't have much else to report.

Its been awhile
Yeah, its been awhile. Again. I've been too busy with soccer and band and school and my actual life to type stuff.

And parents want to be kids again.

Anyway, today went alright. Managed to totally mock a food class assignment. Yes! Also did another page of Bill and Bob. I really got to get to work about figuring out how to do a website. I saved whatever e-mail gunnie sent me, so I'm good there. Its just...I don't have a job yet. Personally, I don't know what I'd be good at. I don't and won't be a burger flipper, I've made that perfectly clear. Maybe work at Northstar or at that daycare. I did free work there a couple summers. Didn't do a good job, though. Just got the kids riled up. Oh, and nearly got sued for "abusing" a girl. Lets not go there. Wait, lets, because if I don't explain, people will get confused, and confusion leads to perversion.
Ok, so I'm keeping an eye on everyone in the back part of the daycare, and things are going ok, but then I get totally sprayed by this big-ass squirt gun. Then these kids come tearing through screaming, "Atman! Put her in jail! Get her! Put her in jail!" So, I help the kids out and grab her, and dragged her in. She kinda fought me, but it wasn't a big deal. I walked away because it was time to fix lunch. Later that night, I was helping this little kid (boy) go to the toilet. I waited outside the restroom when the girls parents come at me, with faces glaring, asking why I hurt their child.
P:What did you do to her?!
A:Nothing. We played a game and I put her in "jail" for the little kids.
P:Were you trying to do something sick to my daughter?
A:No.
P:Don't lie to me!
A:I didn't do anything. If she got hurt, sorry.
P:So You weren't doing anything sick you kid?
A:I'm not a kid, and no.
P:You're not eighteen, so your a kid.
A:Ok, teens are around 14 like I am, and to be honest, if it helps the situation, your daughter is as homely as you are, so good look finding here a date, granny.


She didn't take that the right way. But I don't care. Back to money. I don't know what to do. Hmm...I dunno. I should be at a soccer game, but it got cancelled. He he. Thats great. Saturdays homecoming. I'm going with Katie to hang out. Don't know proper clothing protocal, so I know I won't be dressed properly, thats a given. Plus the second we get there, we're going to go our seperate ways, her to find wrigal, me to find spud, or someone. Oh well. I don't care. Do whatever. Anyway I have to go since this isn't my computer.

Hey
I haven't responded to my friends entries so that kind of is disappointing. Oh well, I'll get on it. Anyway, school continues on as strong and boring as it can. Figures. Nothing ever changes in school except for fashion and friends. And I don't give a damn about fashion. Although the teachers I have arent't all bad. Except for Nier (F*ck him, his name isn't even worth looking for to spell right) and tanis. Nier is a frickin perfectest. Perfect. Ha, I made a cheap pun. Anyway, he has a system for everything. That drives me nuts. Plus he bitchs at some of us for not following one of his procedures. Thats probably why spud defends him. Just loves his systems. The only thing that stops me from killing him is he plays decent music when we're working.
Tanis has a speed addiction. Okclasshereswhatwe'regonnadowe're g o n n a m akesomecookiestodayandyouhavetobecarefulcausetheytastebad i f y o u u s e toomanychocalatechips.thatsonlyhappenedoncetoday...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I wish I could lie about some of that, but I can't. She basically goes super fast then really slow. Plus she laughs after she says just about anything. People like this need to be sent to mars or something.
I played in our JV soccer game last night. Lost again...sigh. Oh well. Who cares? My expectations are always low for any sport I do not mean necessarly for myself. I mean for the team. Which is why I was surprised that our track team kicked ass. Basically, I got a free ride to the winners station. Sorta. At least with soccer I can have some sort of effect on the game. Jamie kicks some serious ass though. Possibly the best coach I've ever had. Probably because hes young and he understands our sense of humor and such. Personally, I would like to be on JV again next year if Jamies still coach. Today at 5:30 we're playing Caledonia. I believe this is the team that ALWAYS has enough stamina to keep going. Basically I expect a mercy towards the end of the second half. (Mercy is where the other team takes a ten goal lead on you.)
Bouncing on to a new topic, my personal life keeps taking wac turns. One day I'm good at band. Next day I'm not. Good, bad, good, bad, good, and bad. Ditto for soccer. Plus I haven't done anything to have fun for myself. I need to do something entertaining. Oh, f*ck that, soccers starting. Soccers over! Yes, now I can go watch t.v...oh, f*ck that too! Got homework. Homeworks outta the way, time to play my nintendo for awhile...oh, f*ck that, time to go to bed.
Now I'm just complaing, so I'm going to go. later.

wheee
Its me again. My friend Kraig is here. Not Craig Everett either. Its about 2:30 in the morning. Wheee...I feel like I could fall asleep any minute. ZZZZZ...not really. I'm so buzzed from CANNDDDDIIIEEEEE I see double. I'm not really doing anything special at the moment, so, ummm...I'll just have a fantasy about a super model again.
Wait a minute...
.................................................
There we go. Wheeee...god, I am so stoked. My computer is totally dead. In fact, as I typed this, I got another f*cking error message. My Bill and Bob website is on hold for quite awhile now. Freshmen are reading it now and contributing their own ideas. Sadly, many of them are dumb. But some are creative. Especially this "Stock" one I'm making...he he he. Many on woohu have not heard of bob and bill yet, so right now its of no concern. As soon as I get a better computer I'll work on it. But, for now, you get jack. Anyway, I have to go. Later...

Its been quite awhile
For all of you Atman fans, I'm proud to say I have returned from my oblivious void. Basically, I have been lazy and own a malfunctioning computer. The computer really hurts the family morale.

Moving on, I just thought I'd type something so people know I exist. Give me a minute and I'll type about something.

Thought of something. I still trying to figure out how I can start a website so my "Bill and Bob" cartoons can be put on the internet. A long time ago, I asked if people would visit the site and would ask for a newsletter. Everybody that responded claimed they would be more than happy to do this. I STILL need someone who knows how to run a website. Can anyone help? Furthermore, Spud and I also are thinking about creating a movie. We bring it up in conversation, but then we immediately move on in the conversation. Its sorta up in the air.

I also need to bitch because schools about to start. I'm not ready to go back to school to get verbally abused by a teacher. Spud tells me that my classes aren't that great, and I already had that expectation before I received his opinion. Anybody other than spud have B lunch? Otherwise, the overly-large table will become an under-manned abomination.

Lets move on to another topic. Soccer. Relax, I'm not going to bitch. I'm on JV, which, to me, is a plus. Don't have to deal with the Themms, gorter, laatz, older laatz, and umm... oh yeah, the fat gheed, Modisher. I still have to deal with the young laatz. He needs his head beatin with a sludge hammer. Ok, when I said I wasn't going to bitch, I lied, a secret car salesmen technique. He thinks hes king, almost as much as kidder thinks he rules the world. He secretly insults all sophmores behind their backs. Chris, Kidder, Peter, Nick, and me of course. Nicks a junior too. I almost ALMOST kicked his ass when he slammed on spud during a drill. I believe I said the right thing after he mocked my style of defense. "F*ck off and worry about yourself for a little while ok? You aren't exactly Mia Hamm yourself". This further angered him and he took in a terrible fashion.

Anyway, I'm abusing spuds computer because mine is "repairing" itself. So I gotta go.

Vacation Summary
Well, I've returned from my "vacation". I guess it could be called that. But first, I must adress an important issue. I was just watching SNL (Its about 12:30) and Blink 182 was on. Let me tell you, they can't sing for sh*t live. They can't. The lead singer guy sounded like a teenager going through puberty. Sorry to anyone offened by that, lets move on to business.
Friday-Woke up about 7. Took off at 8:30. Left my grandparents at 9.
We stopped at Target. Ok, for those of you not aware of my candy addictions, I was going to make damn well sure I had candy this year. Two years ago when we went to the cabin, I had no sugar. Well, I walked out with a bag of life-savers and a bag of Crispy M&Ms. Yum!
Lunch sucked, but we got to the big bridge. Mackinaw brige. I wanted to drive, but hell no.
Mom:"You've never driven this before, Atman. Like I'm going to let you drive."
Damn you mom.
At this point in the trip, I was reading a book written by Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert, and he was trying to show people a new way to reality. It was VERY complex. When I see Spud, I'll show it to him.
We got to the cabin, but I must explain something. Last year, we went to the cabin and we got lost. Shirley, the crankest bitch up there, caught us. She pulled mom away and talked to her. I had taken the opportunity to check her truck (We were on the road) for candy. I know I have a weak point for candy...
Anyway, I checked her truck. I almost died there. She had a chainsaw and what looked like a rainbow sign. Upon later conformation, my family agreed that that ment she was a dirty old lesbian. We have not confirmed this, but I don't like her because shes mean. Plus she didn't have any candy.
We made cracks about her till we got to the cabin. Bugs. EVERYWHERE! You may think I'm a wuss, but I'm serious. We got out of the car and were swarmed! God.
Ate dinner then checked out the fishing rods. Me and gramps were gonna kick some fish ass. Too bad I'm a pussy at this sort of thing. I don't like to touch the worms or fish. Thats why someone always comes along and rips the fish right off the lure I use. My grandfather brought this big pale of worms and sit them down. They were a half inch, max.
I found a yellow worm lure, and thought, "Why not?" You see, my goal was to either catch fish or catch none.
We went to bed. Well, everyone else did. I listened to Queen for quite awhile, then went to bed.

Saturday-Well, woke up rather early, I didn't have to shower quite yet. But everyone made breakfast. Ate it, then went to the dock where all the bugs were. I took my rod and went down. Just to be discouraged by my grandfather
Grandfather"Whatcha got there, Atman?
At"Worm lure"
Grandfather"Tch! That thing will never work! You need real worms!"

Didn't listen to him. Went out in the water. He oared (Insisted) and fished too. Not really. He pretty much bitched about the rod he selected from the cabin. At this point I looked for the release so I could cast. I came to a shocking conclusion....NO F*CKING RELEASE! I decided to throw the line and um...whats the word...give it more line in the air? Basically, think about a ten yard cast.
I let line out as he oared and bitched. Suddenly, my bobber went down. Stupid waves, I thought. By closer inspection, a fish bit my lure!

Atman"Hey...Is that a fish?"
Grandfather"Damn rod, never working right...
Atman"Lets see...do I jerk the rod? Yeah, thats what Uncle brook taught me.
Grandfather"Damn these bugs! The little pot lickers!
Atman"Hmmm...hey! Its pulling my line...Oh Yeah! I forgot! I gotta reel it in!
After some reeling.
Atman"Look, I caught a fish!

We put it in a bucket and came to the conclusion that I caught a perch! Nifty! So, we headed back to shore, and I let my line out again.

Atman"The bobber went down! *Jerks rod* Holy cow! This ones a fighter!
Grandfather"My back aches...

I reeled it in. It was a sixteen inch largemouth bass. Um...can someone tell me if thats good?

My grandfather ran back, and after mom mocked him for not catching anything, I went off and read more of my book until lunch.

SatNight-Nothing else really happened, until this point. Went swimming. Yawn. Went fishing, but didn't catch anything. Double yawn. I was listening to offspring when I got the wierdest idea. I'm not interested in sharing though...Its so insanely goofy, I'll never be looked at the same. Especially with that whole, Atman and Spud thing plainmorning brought up. Just not wise to bring it up.

Sunday-Went fishing. This time grandpa caught a perch. But I showed him up with a 12 inch bass. Under the legal size limit, but he kept it anyway.
Played my gameboy. Not much happening. Then, the flywar.

Be warned! The following section is so graphically violent, you may want to cover your eyes...


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Hmm...I guess not. Tomorrow I will spin the tale of the FLY WARS. This entry is long enough...
After dinner, I contemplated the serious things. What came first, the chicken or the egg? Then I thought, "Wait a minute, who really gives a rats ass?"
That night, I listened to Collective Soul before going to bed. Then, I had the wierdest dream. If I could find a COMPUTER GAMING thing, I could make a fortune! I had a really great idea for a computer game!
See, your a guy off in a cabin with your friends parents. Alright, f*ck this, I'll tell it the way I saw it.
It... You know what? Tomorrow, I'll make a seperate entry telling the idea.

Monday-Quite Simply put...

DROVE HOME!

So ends my journey. This probably wasn't exciting but wait til I add the fly war and game idea! Those are much better!

Oh, by the way, the thing about killing my mom...look, I couldn't find a sturdy stick. So I thought I'd use a Super Rope! Well, I almost hit her, but, I started to eat it, and, well...shes still alive needless to say.