Weekend
Yes, its that exciting time of the week where Atman reviews his weekend! Joy!
Anyway, yesterday I went golfing with Nate Haadsma. Yes, I'm typically pretty lawabiding, but I learned a "pimp-master turn". Something like that. Its where you gun the cart and slam the brakes and spin. Its pretty sweet. I don't feel that guilty because I have never liked North Kent. We both gave up and played less serious golf after we both just began to suck. Bad. Later he called and wanted to see the New Guy. I went to see it and it wasn't that bad. Some parts remind me of myself. Others don't. I don't have a broken dick for example. But I get incredibly lucky sometimes. Afterwards I went home. I played a bit of the Diablo game Spud allowed me to borrow. The game wigs me out. The undead has always been a touch scary to me, whether or not its a game or movie. But the townsfolk in the game are dumbass's. "Please, we need your help". 'Ok, I'll help. But I need a good sword, shield, bow, helmet, and magic ring.' "Yes, that comes up to about 15,000 gold pieces." Yeah, f*ck you then. I don't need to save your shithole town.
Sorry. Anyway, today was our spring concert. I was ready for this. I brought my trombone home, cleaned it, greased it, did all that crap. But then I sucked at the concert. Heres where I might rant just a little. Everybody bitches about Roman, but when hes serious, (Rare) he actually is quite good. Why do you think he got on the Quintet? But hes part of the backbone of our group. It sounded weird with him gone. I kind of hope he sticks around, but he needs to be more serious. But I thought we didn't do great at our concert. (MY OPINION) I could be wrong. Plus I dropped my mute. First time EVER, and it had to be the day of the concert. After that, I went home for about 10 mins, then went to my grandparents. Rode the Mule.
HEHEHEHEHEHE.
Now I'm here. Spud! I need help with Diablo! What do I do with the butcher? I don't need to walk in there and get mauled. I really don't. I see the room where hes at, but I'm a bit of a coward. I don't know if I can take him. What level or equipment should I have?

Ok, I'll leave one last thing here. This goes to Liz. She asked how to get a picture. To do so, find a picture and save it directly to a floppy. Or on a drive. Afterwards, click my pictures, and you'll be asked about a picture. Hit Browse, and find the picture. If its under the 40 kilobit limit or whatever, it should work.
I haven't said anything funny yet. Hmmmmmmm...


CAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
If you did not find that slightly amusing, I don't give a damn. God, I must be stoned or something.

Top secret
I'm at Nate Haadsmas house right now. He has no idea I'm using his computer for such foul purposes. I just thought I'd type something behind his back. He's too "punk" to use this site, but whatever. I'm going golfing tomorrow with him, so there. He he he. He still doesn't know I'm using his computer. Shit! Hes coming! I gotta go!

Good Night
Last night went fairly well. Mom kept saying on the way up, "So your going to get your letter, right?" "No mom, I can't. I don't have enough points." We went back and forth. As if she knew. Plus she won't leave me alone about that detention. Good god. Ok, losing focus. Remember good times......... Alright, after the pleasant car ride, we went to great day. To buy dessert of course. Not some cookies, but a pan of M&M brownies. Who had some? If you got home and felt loopy, as I like to say, then you had the 'special' ingredient. He he he. Yeah. Anyway, I basically followed Spud and talked to various people and such. The freshman went up there to get their letters and I counted four girls and zip for guys. Shows you something doesn't it? Indeed. Oh, and congrats to anyone who snagged a letter or bar. I figure if I keep going the way I'm going, I'll get a letter and a bar. Maybe two if I go to all the pep bands. Pep bands weren't that hard, so maybe I'll do that. After I got home, I noticed my new car in the drive! Sweet! No, its not some 2002 viper or anything, its a 93... something or other, from my grandparents. Hey, its a car, works for me. Then I went in and watched the hourlong Bernie Mac. That was it.

Weekend VERY late
This entry about my weekend is late because of lack of time, lack of computer, and lack of intelligence on others parts. I won't go into details, I'll just get down with it. On Friday, after the U-14 game, took Spud to my grandparents folks. Drove the Mule (Type of fourwheeler or whatever) and we drove in the field. According to his entry, he tried daring things. He did create a figure eight track and did 360's. That was weird. I threw the watering can and caught it, plus I hit the huge hidden bump. After we demolished the field, we went back to the house and went to the *snow field*. i.e. soliage. I slipped and fell. Yeah, who couldn't see that a mile away? Afterwards, we went home and I took my bed because Spud got it last time. Got a huge amount of whining from him about not being a good host and all. Saturday, we played my Spider-man game for quite awhile. Then we went out to kick Lakeviews ass. Oh yeah. Well, I sucked, but we still won. Went back to my place and took SEPERATE showers. Then Bruce picked us up, took us to Blockbuster, then back to Spuds. Watched movies then decided to hit the sack. I got another flash of massive crap from taking Spuds bed. By the way, I somehow have this way over Spuds mom, so I can almost get away with anything and pass the blame to him. So she comes in, sees Spud throwing me off his water-bed, then yells at him. Now, this might sound unfair with me getting the bed two nights in a row. I've never slept in a water bed and I wondered what it would be like. On Sunday I hung out with Nate Haadsma. Saw Spider-man (Again) and went to his house. Then I went back home and completed homework. Monday was alright I guess, nothing too spectactular. Played another soccer game. A bunch of friggin college kids against us. Nobody played good either. Yesterday was lazy day. I was just plain lazy. I also had another dream last night. In this one, my stick-figure cartoon type characters came to life. Wiggy. The blue one kicked Spuds ass. All the while Spud screaming you racist! You racist. Then his funky ass drawing that he drew in health beat the crap out of a bystander. God, no more pixie sticks before bedtime. Whew....

None
Alright, after my last entry, where I was said to bitch too much by Liz, I decided to take a different approach. I just was furious about my mom. Kudos to Unwanted for understanding. Or screwing with me, whatever. Anyway, I'm over that. Uh, lets see...errmm...I can't think of anything to type. Saturdays another AYSO game. I'm calling it practice because its against Lakeview. We kind of have an advantage, because we don't have any girls. But that one girl, nicknamed the "Wall" is tough. Shes the "Wall" because she'll get right in front of you and stop. You can't go around or meg her. Meg means kick it between her legs. For those of you who only read the last sentence, you have my deepest sympathy. Anyway, I'm curious if I have any talent at mid-field. Marco must think I can do something up there. Plus he puts me at forward. Man, he doesn't know me, does he? I think my job should just to run up there and kick it in. I have no moves so I can't fake anybody, but its like I'm transparent when I don't have the ball. Had to jog in Track today. No, I'm not going to complain. But for those of you who saw the white ball I had, well, it was almost like the last time. Flew threw four miles like nothing. Not a care in the world. Things are really getting weird in school. Well, for me anyway. I guess I'm not blending in the background anymore. People actually stop to talk to me. Troy looks at me goofy, some of Spuds lady friends kind of acknowledge my existence now, Ruebuck (Yeah, thats spelled wrong.) says stuff to me now, and it seems like Tony and Jon notice me. I don't really care more or less, but they know I'm alive. Before I forget, if Gunnys reading this, that one day I saw you, that car was cool! Is it yours, or what? Another dream note, Liz and Moe loved each other in one of my dreams. Excuse me a moment.

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA! It was weird, they were hitting on each other and everything! Liz will wanna kill me now, and if moe finds out, he won't be happy either. Anything else? Speaking of Moe, he needs to talk to Spud about the U-16 Team. I'm trying to get him in. Plus Moe needs the practice. He doesn't suck, but everyone needs practice. I can't think of anything else. I will later, of course.

JESUS CHRIST
Alright, if you don't like my bitching, just exit now. Cause thats all I'm going to do. Ok? Everyone gone? This entry is sort of to let off steam. Ready?

Alright, I'm about ready to slowly poisen my mother who seems to be obsessed with my current change in behavior. Whatever the hell that means. My dad just won't talk to me, and that pisses me off. Its 9:45, and my english essay is still not done. Mom just called me and talked to me. Get this. Tonight, she wanted me to drive with her to Greenville. I said no, but I'd go with her and do homework at the same time. She screamed back, "NO! THATS NOT PART OF THE DAMN DEAL! DRIVE OR DON'T GO!" We argued, but I chose not to go so I could do homework. She just flew out of the driveway and had to be going sixty before even going 200 yds from our house. She comes home, pissed and not wanting to talk with me, and goes biking. I still had homework, so I kept working. She comes home, I ask how her bike ride was, and she gets mad at me. I go out to take a break from homework and shoot hoops. I come in, and shes vaccuming, still pissed. A moment ago, she called me into the bedroom and told ME off. F*ck you mom. I don't usually say that, but you know what? All shes been doing is getting madder and madder and madder. She yells at me because "I can't tell what she wants". I asked her what she wanted, and she said she shouldn't have to tell me. WTF? How can I know what to do if I don't know what she wants? Then she says I shouldn't have fought back about driving. Tells me shes tired. Why couldn't she tell me that in the first place? I gladly would have driven, but I was concerned with other things. Jesus, I can't tell what moms on, but shes been splittin it with my dad. Hes not a happy man either. By the way, my english paper will get, oh, lets see...C. If I'm lucky. All she wants is what she told us. I lost points on quotes before. FREAKIN QUOTES. How can you lose points on quotes? You're getting them right from the book!

Whew. Sorry for anyone who read that but didn't want to. I don't like to bitch, but I need to get this out of my system. Maybe tomorrow I'll put in a more cheerful entry.

Track and baseballs
Alright, at Spuds request, I shall tell the story of the baseball. It was a black and stormy... oh wait. Anyway, it was a sunny afternoon and the distance team got done with our 1 mile warm-up. Some of us were then forced to do a few simple laps, or 5 miles. I don't need to tell you where I got put. Me, Kelly Edly, Cory Hoeffman, Travis Porter, and Keida were all running around near the baseball fields.
NOTE:I was not on the track team. There are routes the track team takes around the schools. Read this until you understand or you will not get the rest of this entry.
Anyway, baseball fields. Thats when I spotted a baseball. My first instinct was a giant jaw-breaker. Canddddieeeee! I ran to it and it was a baseball. Cool I thought, I'll just pocket this and keep moving on. So I did. I kept going until Cory and Travis took off another way because they had to take a dump. I followed Kelly, but he wussed out and I looked for Keida, but he was like, a half a mile behind. NO LEADERSHIP! Nobody to follow! on my on! GAAAAAAAA! Anyway, I used the best mathmatical abilites I had (B- in Algebra) and ran along the on a dirt road. The entire time I did this, I was tossing the baseball up and down as I ran. I got back to what I thought was fairly early, but it turns out I was 20 minutes late! Yikes!
Think about this. 5 miles. I wasn't tired at the end. AT ALL. Plus I was late. What have I learned? Buy a baseball, thats what!

Wild
What a weekend! Cut an invitational on Sat to take Spud and I to the race track in Mt. Pleasant. For those of you that aren't up to speed on me owning horses, we race them. God knows why but we do. Anyway, ours weren't running this weekend. Rocky was supposed to, but hes not eating enough and hes too thin. Anyway, Spud literally made the day fly by. It usually takes a really long time, but this took no time at all. It was wierd. We really didn't do anything. Then, afterwards, we helped the pizza all you can eat fundraiser. That was ok. Then we left for home. On Sunday morning, me and my dad got up early to go see spider-man. That movie was cool! It kinda broke away from the comic book series, but I suppose I can let that slide. After, I biked with mom then went home and shot some hoops for awhile. This was a pretty average weekend. Last note, Boomer is a f*ckin whore. She just pissed me off, so thats why. Gave me a d for ONE frickin error.

Damnit
Stupid thing. I can't go back and edit the entry I acciendently made. Last night I had this wierd dream. Well, 2 dreams, but I'll tell you about the one I find freaker. Modisher made only a varsity team again, and I told him off! I was swearing, poking fun at him, and telling him what a jackoff he was for being such a dick. Wow. I woke up feeling great. Wierd huh? The other dream involved EVERBODY I know. Spud, Benzer, Holiday, Sugarmouse, Andy, track team, soccer team, Mo, Liz, and even Katie. We all got trapped somewhere. Dustin, (Soccer team) tried to be the hero and find a way out. He died, but I don't remember why. Katie kept crying, Spud just kind of lingered, and I kept wondering how we'd get out. Everybody else was just getting scared and whining. Benzer and Holiday tried to make a last second escape by betraying everyone. (?) They died trying though. Me, Mo, and Spud were the only ones who actually got away. Bign(e?)y took one for everybody by taunting the thing that was chasing us. It chased him the other way. After me, mo, and spud got away, we flew on the plane in silence, recounting what happened. Spud looked up from the ground and said, "I need some milk". We all laughed. No more pixie sticks before bedtime. Thats for sure.

Whoa...
Wow, good stuff happened on a weekend. Who would have thought? Yesterday we kicked Lakeviews ass, and get this...... I scored! HA HA HA HA HA... Yeah. Look, if I score on your team, you need some serious work my friends. We get home and my dad finally returned from Texas to get one of our horses. Plus, around 2:00 a.m., our horse finally gave birth! Yes! Now I can finally leave the house in peace. Usually I help out, but not this time for some reason. Maybe because I was up until one. Maybe thats why at 3:00, I wasn't in the mood to go outside and help. Its name is Frodo too. Great, just what I need, another thing to remind me of Lord of the Rings. I think I'll start calling Fred. See if that makes a difference. I hope Peter Heiss doesn't do woohu, because I must complain. He embarresed me quite a bit in front of Spuds mom. (Man, he wouldn't shut up about explosives.) We had to give Peter and Spuds mom a lift to the game, and it was terrible. Thank god it was only on the way there. Anyway, a lot of our horses at birth some to have some kind of medical problem, so I'm waiting to see what FRED has.

Its done
Track wasn't cool last night. I pulled it off, but it cost me. I had to do a 400 meter run. Then I got about 7 minutes to rest for the half mile. Wasn't terrible. Man, the 400 makes you feel alive, thats for DAMN sure. Yesterday I was pissed off, so that explains my dumb entry. Sorry. Anyway, a big thanks goes out to Spud for smashing my nose in in hockey yesterday. No really, thanks. My nose got totally cleaned, and I could breathe up until after the meet. Amazing. Anyway, my 400 time improved by about six seconds. 1:03. Thats damn good for me. Made Sabinas happy. Gotta keep it up though. Our horse is SUPPOSEDLY going to have its baby tomorrow. I don't think it will though. Tomorrows AYSO game is in Lakeview, and I wonder whats going to happen? I have a good amount of confidence in us, but I don't know. Peters in goal, Steves stop, Keegans left, Kyles right, Johns mid, and I'll probably goddamn sit. If Kidder goes in and I don't, theres hell to pay. I don't think hes all that good. I can play to his level. I should be able to kick some ass though because this is AYSO, not high school. Oh well, who cares? Go do what you can.

Dying here
Sick of it all. Sick of track, sick of soccer, sick of everything. Always tired, no time to myself, no time to think, make it on the fly. Tuesday night was the best night I've had in awhile. I didn't type that before though. God, I'm tired. I'm sticking to a 10:30 sleep. Thats better than before but I still need more sleep. But I can't take it. I've lost interest in it all. Nothing thrills me. All that can cheer me up is if I improve my track time tonight. If not, I'm screwed. Plus, Marco, our soccer coach, told us something depressing. "If we're up by more than three, we kick the ball around and play passing games". F*ck that. If you're down by more than 3 to US, than you deserve to have your ass kicked. Besides, the odds are terrible. I don't care either. This is just for experience. I don't care how we do. The upper-classmen probably want to get back some dignity, but they won't. We're so getting beat. Plus nobody shows up to practice. *Cough* People like Ben, the other Kenowa Hills kid, and Spud. *Gasps* Oh well. I gotta go. We're watching "You've got mail". Yeah I'm pumped.

Why not try?
Ok, Tuwang was or is writing songs on the internet. That doesn't sound like a really bad idea. Its this or I'll comment on the T.V. bullshit we're learning.



Oh yeah!
Alright!

Well, I don't show off, don't criticise,
I'm just living by my own feelings.
And I won't give in, won't compromise,
'Cause I only have a steadfast heart of gold.
I don't know why I can't leave, though it might be tough,
But I ain't out of control just living by my word.
Don't ask me why, I don't need a reason,
I got my way, my own way.

It doesn't matter now what happens,
I will never give up the fight.
Long as the voice inside drives me to run and fight,
It doesn't matter who is wrong or who is right.

Well, I don't look back, I don't need to,
Time won't wait, and I got so much to do,
Where do I stop, now it's all a blur, it's so unclear,
Well, I don't know, but I can't be wrong.

It doesn't matter now what happens,
I will never give up the fight,
Long as the voice inside drives me to run and fight,
Put all the bets on the one you think is right!

Nooo, no, no, no
It doesn't matter!



This might seem goofy to so people cause they've never heard of it. Spud is the only person that even had a SLIGHT chance of hearing it. And I'm sure he's reading this not having a damn clue as to what I'm saying. Trust me, nobodys heard this song. No, I didn't write it, its playing in the background right now.

Why not me?
Does anybody know who Jo(e?) Headly is? The guy with the blond hair and glasses, always ALWAYS walking around with his varsity jacket? Plus the medals clink on his jacket. HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND! WTF? How come he has a girlfriend? Spud said he'd get me one, but I think he's lying. So what the heck? What don't I have that this guy does? I got charm, my looks aren't TERRIBLE, and I'm quite suave and sophisticated. So confused. Someone explain.....