Golf
Well, after track yesterday, my an' my pop drove to North Kent and hit a bucket of balls. I think already I'm better than I was last year. I can drive better but my approach needs some serious work. ESPECIALLY my pitching wedge. I hit my five iron great and even killed a ball with my dad's one wood. Now he's mad and won't let me use it anymore. My putting I think is ok. I still need some serious work on all counts, but, again, this was only my secound outing, so, who cares? I just better keep improving. Spud, have you worked out a date for us? Wait, let me rephrase that. Have you found a time for us... damnit. Spud, have you set up a day where me, benzer, you, holiday, bruce, etc. are going to golf? If not, thats cool. I just want to check. Besides, you really haven't said much so I can't tell if you dropped it or not.

Head & Shoulders
Some people just don't send the right signals. I walked in the school around ten minutes ago, and saw the "Spud" crowd head to Geometry or whatever it was. I kept going and ran into a girl that was either itching the area near your private area, adjusting her jeans, or trying to warn me that my fly was open. I didn't know which one! So I rounded the corner and checked my fly. Needless to say, some junior saw me. I'll bet he checked his fly, then someone saw, then that person... It's the circle of life I swear to god! Spud, Check your e-mail. Later

So early.....gurgle.....
Why is high school taught so early in the morning? I'm in BST again, a class they really shouldn't have for first hour. Why do we have to get up? Do they want everything to be a secret? "Well son, what did you learn today in BST?" "Uh... well... umm... damn. Must have been drunk, dad." "It's ok son. I did the same thing for economics."

I don't understand the point. Although after school activities would suck, I would rather get more shut eye. Track would be really bad. Could go on until five or six o' clock. That's not meets either! My theory is they don't want you to learn, so they make you get up at ungodly hours doing stuff thats hard enough in the afternoon. Its hard to pay attention to business edicate in BST out of one bloodshot eye. Must be something we can do. Sleep in? Ah well. We can't fix it. Everybody else is too freakin lazy to fix it too. Thats all we are now, lazy................................................................................. lazy and sometimes stupid. But my point is the fact that we have to get up way early. Someone can bitch at me (Spud) about whining, but I'm kind of serious. If they know that theres a good chance we won't catch even half of what they say, whats the point? I remember coming out of BST, right out the door and having no memory of what previously occured. Sometimes I'm alert, but its rare. Not trying to whine, but its something to think about.

Quick Re-cap
What happened over the weekend? I'll break it down quick. Soccer on saturday morning, followed by Big Boy. Then I did nothing until Nate called and I went golfing with him. However, a couple of his friends were there, (Nick Fahlon and Justin Ru...) both great at golf. We played scramble and I got Nick, the better of the two. THANK GOD. I didn't get to hit a bucket first, I didn't get any practice swings, I got nothing. Just walked up, topped the ball, and knew it was gonna be a long day. Nicks not so bad, but if he told me one more goddamn thing on how to improve my swing, or to keep my head down, I might have hit him. He basically covered my ass, but, I wasn't expecting much. Then me and Nate hit a bucket. You all know how in cartoons or whatever when their golfing and they practice afterwards and their on fire? Do I need to explain what happened? Every club I didn't use much had the greatest distance and accuracy. Pissed me off to no end. Then I went to Nates. Then, in the morning, due to track, we "jogged" back to my place. Joy. Then we hung out until his parents picked him up. Then I showed my newly-arrived grandparents my ring. They told VERY interesting stories about their high school dayz. But I listened. Wanted to run, but I fought off the urge. After this I did homework, then watched the rest of Stripes. Ah, that movie is good. Now I'm here, which is BST. I hate the fact that we only have 2 days. Also, I saw Tonys house too. Don't you love how I jump from topic to topic? Anyway, I gotta go, so see ya.

Let's do this!
Ok, Spud told me that I whine in all of my entrys. F*ck you. Ok, that's out of the way, so now I'm going to try not to whine. (Supposedly) I'll just run through my day. IN NO WAY AM I TRYING TO WHINE.
I went to BST first, and I tried to type an entry, but, it had a few swear words on it and Boomer snuck up behind me like three times to see what I was doing. So I aborted and did other stuff. Then I went to band. I've thought long and hard, about it, (Ok, five minutes might not be long for you.) but despite the fact that I suck, I think I'll stay in band. Why not? It kills that I miss the high school football games because nobody knows how to shut... argh! Almost complained! Anyway, Klem was luckier than a leprechan with a four leaf clover standing at the start of a rainbow. Roman couldn't play because he had spit in his valve. Plus he didn't seem to take it that seriously. All he did from the sound of it was practice Disney and Stars and Stripes. Besides, he was a bit out of tune. Yeah, don't feed me crap about how I can't do that because, well, I can't. At homeroom, hung out with Lance, Gab, Zac, and Katie. I had to because Lance had these things that were like sugar pills. LANCE WAS SO FUNNY. He was so buzzed it was unreal. I've never seen a fat man that hyper. Lance knows I'm kidding about the fat part. Anyway, we also discussed topics such as Santa, some whales, and somehow into how Katie should be a porn star. She hit Gab so hard when he said that. Anyway, health sucked. Let's move on to science. THE BITCH IS LEAVING! Booyah, baby! Walters is gone. Ding dong, the witch is gone! Sabinas gets to teach again. Everybodys down about this, but not me! I actually like Sabinas better. Walters was so boring. Almost fell asleep like 4 times. Once I did. Quickly woke up again, though. Algebra was the same confusing crap as it always is. Ok, the whine barrier is broke here because of the book that we have to read in honors. I'll read the damn thing, but enjoying it might be different. It doesn't seem terrible but it looks like I might get some shut-eye later on. Spud, you'll wake me up, right? If he doesn't, can Benzer or Holiday, or anyone else throw something at me to wake me up? Thanks. Yeesh, I'm on roll. This entry is huge. Lastly, I went to track. I'm not really enjoying track but I'm locked in, so I may as well keep going. Besides, I'll be in better shape for soccer. Today was light. Only a one mile warm-up as usual. Then right on to a nice two to three mile jog. But it was a fast jog. Ok, the whine barrier has down again, because of some retard. I lent my warm-up pants to a TRAVIS PORTER. I repeat, a TRAVIS PORTER. I never got them back and I assumed he had them. What happens? Myers finds them and I get to do some penalty push-ups. 50 to be exact. What have we learned? Don't be nice. Don't loan jack to anyone. Lastily, if anyone wants to chat, because I'm a serious introvert to anyone in person, feel free to let me know. Well, at least I'm an introvert to some people. If I get off shy, sorry. Doesn't mean I hate you. I (I'm getting very personal here.) really do this to girls. I'm going to have serious problems getting a date for prom. Anyway, thats all I have to say for now.

SWEET!! Wait, never mind.
YES! THERE IS A GOD! HE LOVES ME! BST IS CANCELLED BECAUSE OF AN ERROR ON THE COMPUTERS! WAIT, NO! S*IT! SHE HAS A DIFFERENT PLAN! NNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOO! SHE EVEN CREATED A STUDY GUIDE! ARRRGGHHH! I CAN'T WIN! SCREW YOU GOD! OK, SORRY. THAT WAS HARSH. Great, she's explaining the difference of the h drive and the c drive. Take my word for it, if you have Boomers class you know the difference between any two things. She explains it so even a simple idiot could get it. However, the people that have an IQ of higher than ten, get bored stiff by her nice talks.
Ok, I just got done with an assignment, so I may as well type. Got another track meet tonight. Somebody shoot me. No, I'm serious, that way I won't have to go to the meet. I'm the slowest guy there. No, I'm not kidding. You know how you'll be doing something and you'll be thinking, "I'm glad I'm not the guy in last". Well, I'm the guy in last giving everybody that nice moral boost. On Tuesday, I was on the 1600 relay (1 lap) and we were the worst team. Now, you don't want to be the last guy or anchor, because if your team sucks, you'll be the last one running. Come on, guess who the anchor was. Yeah, also guess who had the slowest time on the relay. Needless to say, I'm not liking track AT ALL, but I can't quit. Why? Well I have a bitchy mother who finds it cool that I'm on the track team. Geez. Also, due to her soccer mom traits, shes already doing volunteer work tonight. Jesus. Plus my noncaring dad. It's not that he doesn't care, I just can't spell sympathtic. Put that word in place of caring. I also don't want to look like a wuss for quitting too. Everybody gets a big kick out of it, but I don't get whats so fun about it. All you do is run. Dear god, I couldn't just WATCH track either. It's so damn boring. How can people do this? Somebody can defy me and try to argue with me, but, sorry, I'll never get your side of it. Anyway, two nights ago, I was watching Andy Richter, and I had a great idea of how I could make tons of money. I could write a journal of all the stuff that happens to me during the day. Plus I if I secretly hate or like someone. Then, later, I could give the entire script to someone and just have him change the names. BOOM! Instant T.V. Series! Addison's Life! That would be cool! But, I don't know if the people I hate or like should know. Don't worry. Any of my friends (Spud, Andy, Sugarmouse, Benzer, etc etc.) I don't hate. So I don't need a crying e-mail from Spud saying how he hates me too. Anyway, I think it would be a great idea, but it wouldn't be public. It would just be for friends. Heck, I might make it restricted. ANDY! That does work, right? I don't need to say that I'm ready to kill Spud to find out that the entry was public. Again, Spud, don't send me any hate mail replys or whatever. Remember, I have the e-mail virus, not you. By the way whats mle? I saw it in your journal? Is it a friend of yours? I think when I went into chat once, mle was there. Or am I a complete retard and that mle is a computer term. Anyway, one of these times Spud and I should chat. I gong you, Spud!

Why am I always the bad guy?
I got on the bus this morning to find that my friend up front was not there. So I proceed to the back, and, finally find a seat. So I sit down and Amy Mercer and Shelby Orle... uhhhhh Somethin say, "Sorry Trista". This was acceptable to me, until I got, "the look". Why the f*ck is it my fault that I have to sit down somewhere? WHY? I'm always pictured as the bad guy. Do you think I want to sit next to you to piss you off? If I don't like you, trust me, the pleasure isn't great on the other side of the fence. Sorry about that, just need to let off some steam before B.S.T. begins.

Damn this state
I woke up this morning to snow. Goddamn, do I love this state. Oh well. Cancelled a track scrimmage. How was everybodys Easter Sunday? Mine was great. Ate tons of apple pie, mashed potatoes, and of course, more pie. Still, damn this state. How can you have snow when its April?? What happened to April showers and May flowers or whatever? It doesn't say jack about sleet and snowstorms. Oh well who cares. You don't like it, you shouldn't live in Michigan. If you don't, then, uhhhh... what the hell you whinin about? Anyway, I just watched the Daily Show with Jon Stewart, and they had an easter fun fact. Here it is. Did you know that around April 1955, they made a HUGE stack of peeps, all in a huge row? Well guess what? They still use those peeps to this day. Saw it and I busted out loud laughing. Anyway, if you're reading this and its still Tuesday, tune in to Comedy Central at 10! Bill Murray has his own show! Should be good! If you don't know who Bill is, (WHAT?) he was in ghostbusters 1 and 2, starred in Quick Change, and was in Caddy Shack, in his funniest role, in my opinion. The one Ireland guy comes up and says, "Laddy, we got us a gulfer problem. Git out there and kill em." Bill Murray, "But, if we kill the golfers, won't that ruin business?" "Not the gulfers you idjit! The gophers!" Ahh, I love that movie. Anyway, his show is on Comedy Central tonight. By the way, if you've never seen him before, he's pretty old, so if you can't find old type of stuff funny, you may not like it. Watch it or I'll kick your sorry ass!

Fatty fat fat
Thanks a lot all you fat asses, you're making all of us look bad. What am I talking about? A poll says that Michigan is the second fatest state in the U.S. Come on! Wyomings beating us! You can tell you're not helping when reaching for the remote causes palpatation. Although I'm not surprised by this study. Hell, who's beating us? Most people say New York, but no, they have to haul ass to work each day. I mean it. They haul ass. You know, I wouldn't care except for the fact that, well, I don't weigh 350 pds. If I was fat, I'd be happier because at least then I would get the benefits. This overweight crap has to stop with everybody. Yesterday I was in the store, and saw some hoon take the last box of chocolate pop-tarts. How about feeding us, the little people? I am aware that if food instantly disappered, they would last longer... or would they die from depression of nothing to eat? I see fat people everyday and its quite depressing. Its even worse when you meet them. I usually get taken back and kind of stare into space for awhile. Although you don't have to worry about bringing up topics on chocolate or excersise. Fat people should play a little football. The Cedar team's offensive line could pound anybody if we had everybody there that weighed over 250 pds. Nobody needs to get in a hessy fit for what I'm typing. You're fat and everyone around you knows it. I'm not pointing at anyone in particular, but if you've had "Wide load" signs put on your back, then I'm referring to you, chubs. People could diet. Ha. Diets never work. Excersise. No, I'm sorry that won't work for you either. What will work? Well, Atmans quick weight loss solution will have you trim in no time. Just dial 1-800-helpimafatty. No checks accepted. Or credit cards. Pay up front if you want the good stuff.

A Change
I'm not typing to whine in my journal. Wow, what a change huh? Anyway, I do want to complain. I was watching fox a few minutes ago and there was a guy on T.V. talking about how american kids are corrupt. I don't want to get off on a rant here, but who exactly controls what we see? Parents. Adults. Agents. Demons. Call em what you will. This loser is talking about how corrupted our generation is. No shit sherlock, glad to see your on top of it. Our generation was screwed from the get go. I used to be SOOO into music as a kid. I'm dead serious. When I was around 4, you could sing just about any song and I could tell you who wrote it and about the band. However, Micheal Jackson was an early model. Yes yes, I know he has some problems. However, until he had itching problems, I loved what he would do. Then he failed on me with his itching problems. That's when it all went down the tubes for me. Anyway, the point is my first role model failed me. We've all had that happen. THAT'S when you no longer give a damn what you do. On fox, the guy talked (On the commercial.) about how black (Not racial) rappers shape their hands like guns and have really hot chicks dancing along with the song. I DON'T find anything wrong with that because that's what some Hollywood bastard has brought me to believe that its fine. Besides, I don't care what he does. What am I gonna do, rob a bank with my fingers, but get caught cause I get distracted by some hot teller? Come on! Porn is the older generations fault by far. Playboys weren't enough for some people (They were for me) and some guy (I mean horney male) thought it would be funny to take Britany (I don't care if its spelled wrong) Spears head and put it on some big breasted sluts body. You know, the technology involved with creating false porn by moving faces involves so much technology, you might even think Bill Gates was the first to try this. Isn't he single? If he's not, he's very lonely. What I don't get is why nobody takes charge. Wait, now that I think about it, I do know why. The male gender doesn't give a rats furry ass, and the female gender is too busy doing their own thing. What do I mean? Come on, you haven't seen that one ad on T.V. about the new little baby girl is born, but throws off her pink hat? Then all the little female babies throw off their hats? Then the first baby raises her fist in the air. Oh, real rebels at hand folks. What about the one movie about mom's going on strike? Jesus Christ, get the dad involved if your such a whiner. I am not a sexist, but I get tired of seeing these T.V. ads. Sorry about getting way distracted there, but adults are the sole source of why the world is so f*cked up. Look at me, I swear just for the hell of it. Well, its also to add some comical effect... damnit. In short, if the older generation doesn't like what they started or did, well, too damn bad. You blew it for our generation. Manners have no meaning, T.V. shows are VERY screwed up, messed up music videos... I say its their fault. They started the goddamn trend, not us. We're just followers. We can't make our own decisions. We for some really dumb reason rely on them for our trends, and whats funny and etc.
Of course, thats just my opinion, I could be wrong.

Maybe not
It looks as though I'm not screwed. The meet for track was cancelled, so I'm in good condition. Just gotta get ready for the meet on thursday. Unfortunetly, (SP) I've lost all of my running ability over the weekend. That's because I have not been able to run. Thats gonna suck later. However, on Friday I missed two tests and two lengthy assignments. Oh well. I was expecting worse.

I'm screwed
I'm so screwed its not even funny. I was sick today (Friday) and I missed track. This doesn't sound bad, but, it is. When I signed up for events on thursday, I was given the impression that I was forced to choose four events. Mainly by Neir and some stupid bitch. The bitch kept repeating, "You gotta sign up for four". Jesus man. Then, I was going to talk to Sabinas about this, but I was sick because of his nice workout yesterday. We ran outside in that freezing cold weather for five f-ing miles. All I want is some sympathy right now. I'm thinking about dropping out of track, but my parents are so hell-bent on my doing good in it, that I can't. Monday is a meet, and I have no flippin clue as to what's going to happen. I don't know whether to not go or to go and be clueless. I'll probably go as a lost puppy because my parents don't give a damn if I don't know what I'm doing. If I try to skip, they'll blame me for being sick, and they'll make me go anyway. I'm really breaking down here. I'm confused and I don't know what to do. I'm not usually in such a bad mood and foul-mouthed, I'm just so confused. Later.

argh
Sick and tired of track, tired of school, and just plain tired. I try not to complain, but, it's getting unbearable. Don't know what to do or who to turn to. Still gonna help Spud, but I am not so happy about track yet. Today is a timed half-mile, which I'm told is similar to a sprint for a half-mile. Oh joy. Just what I need. Aside from all the stomach cramps, leg injuries, feet injuries, and other crap, I feel fine. Sorry to complain, whoevers reading this. I usually am not in a bad mood. I just need to get it out of my system. Sorry about whining though. I don't like to. What's even worse is it snows or rains for awhile, and, I keep thinking track will be cancelled. Like now, for instance. It was snowing five damn minutes ago, but now it stopped. I'm not happy. I really need to beat someone up. I seriously am thinking of beating up quefkin. (Joel) I can't stand him. I'm tempted to spit on him. He doesn't play half the time, he CAN'T play, and he's just a pain in the ass for me. He's also too damn lazy to bring or get his own music, so he dicks around with mine. Sorry for the strong language kiddies, Atman needs his "me" time. What else can I complain about? I love woohu, because I can complain to something at least. My last (inless I think of something else) thing that makes me mad is my parents. I told mom I want spring break off so I can spend time with my grandfather who might not live through the summer. It's b.s! Mom says I won't do my training workout, which is bull. I made an obligation to do track, so I would. But no, she says I need to go to the goddang scrimmage on Tuesday. So that means I also need to go Monday. On top of that, both my parents have WAY way too high of expectations. They kid around about it, but I can tell they want a lot out of me. It's my first year in track. I just want to make JV. Same with soccer. I said that last night and I still can't hear out of my other ear. My dad yelled to lose the negative attitude. Spud, back me up on this. Wouldn't you rather PLAY on JV, than WATCH Varsity? I gotta go. I typed all of this in B.S.T. Later...

Friends
What's a friend?
A friend is someone who can deal with your really bad puns.
A friend is someone who doesn't care what you wear.
A friend is someone that you can trust.
A friend is someone who will allow you to sing those really high notes on songs, despite the fact your voice has no shot in going that high.
A friend is someone who doesn't care to be made fun of.
A friend is someone who will point and laugh if you trip over something.
A friend is someone who will try not to get in your way.
A friend is someone who will avoid bringing up the time you tripped over your shoelace and touched a hot girls boob. (It hasn't happened to me, I swear!)
But mostly, a friend is someone who just likes to hang out with you.
Alright, enough of the sentimental crap.
A friend is someone you can beat up.
A friend is there so you can look good in some prospects.
A friend is there just for the hell of it.
A friend is almost always as bright as a brick when he hangs out with you.
A friend is just another person you can make fun of without having to worry about getting beat-up. Unless you cross that very thin line that I always trip over.