So... Kyle had ANOTHER run in with the cops. Yes. That is the absolutely embarrassing thing that I didn't want to talk about. It wasn't embarrassing though, until I told Kate and she said, "Hamilton, it's your first day back." Yeah. I was a dumb pers0n. Anyway, it turns out that NOW, even after all the hard work I went through to be able to keep parking on campus, I am suspended from parking on campus. But not to worry, because Hoke was there to help.
**BUT... Let me point out that his lovely girlfriend, and my wonderful little brother #1 was DEFINITELY there for me when I needed a dollar and a laugh and the police department needed a quick and painful smakcdown.**
Anyway, Hoke came through for me in flying colors. He made a few calls and made it possible for me to park at the Lutheran Church downtown since I can't park on campus. It isn't far at all. PLUS, when I had no where to park it and was about to be utterly stressed out, he let me park Kyle at his house. Stuff like this makes Hoke the ultimate brother... not to mention being a HUGE help during these first few days of camp. As a veteran counselor, he has been a tremendous help.
So, I just wanted to publicly say that. Hoke, you rock. AEA.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Sunday, May 30, 2004
1st day of camp
Well, the campers are here... and running the f around Dookieblue. I dunno what they are doing... they are grown. LOL. It's weird, 'cause this is the first time I have had campers this age, so I don't have as many responsibilities as I did at Camp Cooper and Camp Long. This camp is WAAAAAAAY different from them. I miss those camps A LOT. I didn't realize how much I would miss the "bad" kids and the woods and nasty cabins... but I do. This is almost like paradise. One noticeable difference is the kids here... they PAY to come to camp, and a lot of them were forced to come... I doubt they will enjoy it as much as the kids enjoyed 4H camp.
I only have 5 campers. Johnathan, Thomas, Zak, Phillip, and Daniel. They are a good group. I am supposed to have 8, but only 5 showed up. I kinda feel bad for the 3 without roommates... I remember how bad camp was at Wofford that year that I didn't have a roommate. My door is open and my music on... so I hope they come in and want to hang out.
My room is hella tight. I mean, I know that for a guy, I have a lot of taste and I'm really neat, so I guess it's a given. But I love my room. I kinda like it more than 3A7... it's not as big and as Patrick said, "It's more intimate." And I have a microwave (shhhh)!
I guess there isn't much more to write about... we have a meeting at 10 with the whole building because some buttmunch rolled the floors. I doubt it was any of my guys. They are so quiet!!! GOSH, I HATE IT! But these other punks... I have decided... they are worse than my bebe kids from last summer... It kinda put things into perspective. I never realized how grateful they were for that time they spent at camp last summer... Christy, a counselor here that just graduated with her Elementary Ed degree was telling me about how much she enjoyed being at a Title 1 school. I always get put in schools and situations with Title 1 kids, so I really wanted to be in a more upscale school for my student teaching... and I was looking forward to working with kids that weren't wards of the state... but just from one day, I can tell the difference. LOL.
I'm not complaining though... I don't mean to. I am enjoying it.
Here is a little thing that Bryce just IMed me... I thought it was funny. It's about these kids... just to put into perspective the whole economic difference between these kids and my 4Hers...
TenorTiger: they're like
TenorTiger: u got change for a 10
TenorTiger: im like
TenorTiger: no
I only have 5 campers. Johnathan, Thomas, Zak, Phillip, and Daniel. They are a good group. I am supposed to have 8, but only 5 showed up. I kinda feel bad for the 3 without roommates... I remember how bad camp was at Wofford that year that I didn't have a roommate. My door is open and my music on... so I hope they come in and want to hang out.
My room is hella tight. I mean, I know that for a guy, I have a lot of taste and I'm really neat, so I guess it's a given. But I love my room. I kinda like it more than 3A7... it's not as big and as Patrick said, "It's more intimate." And I have a microwave (shhhh)!
I guess there isn't much more to write about... we have a meeting at 10 with the whole building because some buttmunch rolled the floors. I doubt it was any of my guys. They are so quiet!!! GOSH, I HATE IT! But these other punks... I have decided... they are worse than my bebe kids from last summer... It kinda put things into perspective. I never realized how grateful they were for that time they spent at camp last summer... Christy, a counselor here that just graduated with her Elementary Ed degree was telling me about how much she enjoyed being at a Title 1 school. I always get put in schools and situations with Title 1 kids, so I really wanted to be in a more upscale school for my student teaching... and I was looking forward to working with kids that weren't wards of the state... but just from one day, I can tell the difference. LOL.
I'm not complaining though... I don't mean to. I am enjoying it.
Here is a little thing that Bryce just IMed me... I thought it was funny. It's about these kids... just to put into perspective the whole economic difference between these kids and my 4Hers...
TenorTiger: they're like
TenorTiger: u got change for a 10
TenorTiger: im like
TenorTiger: no
Friday, May 28, 2004
dookieblue
It has been a long f-in' time! Goodness! Well, I am back here in Clemson now... finally. I get a little bit of a break, so I can write. Lord knows I really need to. There's been lots on my mind, but I can't remember it all... that's why I think next year I'm going to carry around a little notepad and jot things down to write about.
Anyway, I moved back into Mauldin yesterday... only it's not Mauldin anymore... I am calling it Dookieblue. They painted the walls on the inside and stuff... I am serious when I say "Dookieblue." As far as I know, there is not much rhyme or reason to why these walls are like this at all. One side of the hall is blue, the other side is brown... like dookie brown. I'm not talkin' about burnt sienna or chocolate or mocha... I mean DOOKIE. It looks horrendous. I am seriously likin' the blue, you know... but who on earth told them that if you put dookie brown with it, it would look good? Dumb pe0ple.
Anyway, I went and took my Western Civ mid-term this morning. For the first time, I feel like I did something in Western Civ WELL. I mean, I feel like I truly did an A test. I spilled my guts... let it all out... it was very ironc seeing how I didn't sleep well last night, only slept for about 4 hours at that, and only studied for about an hour and a half... AND there was drama last night. I can't talk about it though... it's just one of thos things that I am a little TOO embarrassed about. But don't worry... it'll get out... it always does. It inspired my first story for The Tiger nest year.
Well, it's Friday morning at 9:14... what am I to do. I'm not ready to do Tree #3 yet... so, I guess I'll wait. Hopefully though, I won't neglect my dear blogs anymore now that I'm back in Dookieblue.
Anyway, I moved back into Mauldin yesterday... only it's not Mauldin anymore... I am calling it Dookieblue. They painted the walls on the inside and stuff... I am serious when I say "Dookieblue." As far as I know, there is not much rhyme or reason to why these walls are like this at all. One side of the hall is blue, the other side is brown... like dookie brown. I'm not talkin' about burnt sienna or chocolate or mocha... I mean DOOKIE. It looks horrendous. I am seriously likin' the blue, you know... but who on earth told them that if you put dookie brown with it, it would look good? Dumb pe0ple.
Anyway, I went and took my Western Civ mid-term this morning. For the first time, I feel like I did something in Western Civ WELL. I mean, I feel like I truly did an A test. I spilled my guts... let it all out... it was very ironc seeing how I didn't sleep well last night, only slept for about 4 hours at that, and only studied for about an hour and a half... AND there was drama last night. I can't talk about it though... it's just one of thos things that I am a little TOO embarrassed about. But don't worry... it'll get out... it always does. It inspired my first story for The Tiger nest year.
Well, it's Friday morning at 9:14... what am I to do. I'm not ready to do Tree #3 yet... so, I guess I'll wait. Hopefully though, I won't neglect my dear blogs anymore now that I'm back in Dookieblue.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
sadness, shopping, and sex and the city
sadness
I am sad because lately, I have been neglecting ALL of my blogs. I REALLY can't do this. I have standards to uphold. As I said last week, "my blog is great... but that's 'cause it is pretty much the best blog of all of MY friends (yes... I am THAT conceited)." I can't say stuff like that and then let my blog go to Hell. Sad face. I think it's a mixture of class starting and the excitement that happened this weekend. I will really try to do better... but I don't know how much better I can do, seeing how I will be moving later this week. But I guess the fact that there are no new dumb people to report on is a good thing...
shopping
Missy, Erin, and I went shopping at the Prime Outlet in Gaffney. It was fun. The stores weren't that good, but it was just good to be in each other's company. The best quote of the excurion was, "I refuse to wear someone else's name across my chest in size 40 font!" Missy said that in reference to Tommy Hilfiger. I didn't buy anything from there. I did spend $27 at the Gap though (LOVE that place)... and I got 5 items for THAT much money. One of them is the pink shirt that I am so studly donning today.
sex and the city
Since the stores in Gaffney were kinda tragic, we ended up going to Erin's and hanging out. We watched a few episodes of Sex and the City... it was fun. After watching it all on TV, we started talking about sex in general. I won't go into detail... LOL. It was fun though. It really made me ready to get out of Greenville and back to Clemson... with ALL of my friends, not just for the summer. However, I am very ready to move back to Clemson... just 3 more days!
I am sad because lately, I have been neglecting ALL of my blogs. I REALLY can't do this. I have standards to uphold. As I said last week, "my blog is great... but that's 'cause it is pretty much the best blog of all of MY friends (yes... I am THAT conceited)." I can't say stuff like that and then let my blog go to Hell. Sad face. I think it's a mixture of class starting and the excitement that happened this weekend. I will really try to do better... but I don't know how much better I can do, seeing how I will be moving later this week. But I guess the fact that there are no new dumb people to report on is a good thing...
shopping
Missy, Erin, and I went shopping at the Prime Outlet in Gaffney. It was fun. The stores weren't that good, but it was just good to be in each other's company. The best quote of the excurion was, "I refuse to wear someone else's name across my chest in size 40 font!" Missy said that in reference to Tommy Hilfiger. I didn't buy anything from there. I did spend $27 at the Gap though (LOVE that place)... and I got 5 items for THAT much money. One of them is the pink shirt that I am so studly donning today.
sex and the city
Since the stores in Gaffney were kinda tragic, we ended up going to Erin's and hanging out. We watched a few episodes of Sex and the City... it was fun. After watching it all on TV, we started talking about sex in general. I won't go into detail... LOL. It was fun though. It really made me ready to get out of Greenville and back to Clemson... with ALL of my friends, not just for the summer. However, I am very ready to move back to Clemson... just 3 more days!
Friday, May 21, 2004
i hate summer school
So today, I had my first quiz in Western Civ. Yes. And yesterday was my first day of class (emphasis on "MY" first day). Clas started on Tuesday. I, however, did not decide to go until yesterday. Read about that mess here. So anyway, the first quiz... it sucked. I mean, it wasn't bad. But I definitely didn't ace it. I HATE Western Civ. I am a big dumb loser senior taking it right now, 'cause I took the 173 class my freshman year, made a C, and got scared. So now, I am sweating it out with about 20 other people at 8 am every morning. The class itself isn't too bad. I know 3 people in the class... and it's a really small class, so that is good. I think I will be more happy about class come Thursday... when I actually move back to Clemson. Right now I have to drive back and forth daily. Poor Kyle... I know he is just hurting... but ol' King Congruence here is hurting having to pay $2 a gallon to keep gas in him. Ugh.
Anyway, I don't like summer school right now. Clemson just seems like a VERY sad place. There is no one there. I saw all of 3 people when walking to class this morning. I did see more after my class got out at 9:30, but there still aren't a lot of people. As beautiful as the campus is, the Clemson family makes Clemson what it is too. It's nice to walk to class by the fountain and it be all peaceful and stuff, but it would be nice to look up from the fountain and see a ton of people walking on the bridge.
I know when I get back things aren't gonna be too much different, but I will have campers... I am SO excited. There will be more people at Clemson and I will be doing something fun with kids younger than me. I am really pumped about this because I have never really worked with high schoolers (except for at Seneca High), I will be working with some really cool people (Hoke, Bryce, little bro #2 and Tripp), and it's SUMMER CAMP... which I love insanely. I am having severe 4H camp withdrawl. I can't believe it. I just worked there for 2 summers, and it feels like it was something that was INGRAINED into my life... like, "School is out, so it's time to go to Camp Bob Cooper." Not this year. But, I SERIOUSLY do miss it. Being at Camp Cooper and Camp Long just put me at ease, believe it or not. Even with the bad kids, I was barely ever stressed out. Everything was just so much fun. I REALLY hope that this camp at Clemson will be just as enjoyable for me... but as my motto for camp last year was, "Less of me..." camp is for the KIDS.
(please don't let this sweet and uplifting final paragraph take away from the title of the entry... I DO hate summer school.
Anyway, I don't like summer school right now. Clemson just seems like a VERY sad place. There is no one there. I saw all of 3 people when walking to class this morning. I did see more after my class got out at 9:30, but there still aren't a lot of people. As beautiful as the campus is, the Clemson family makes Clemson what it is too. It's nice to walk to class by the fountain and it be all peaceful and stuff, but it would be nice to look up from the fountain and see a ton of people walking on the bridge.
I know when I get back things aren't gonna be too much different, but I will have campers... I am SO excited. There will be more people at Clemson and I will be doing something fun with kids younger than me. I am really pumped about this because I have never really worked with high schoolers (except for at Seneca High), I will be working with some really cool people (Hoke, Bryce, little bro #2 and Tripp), and it's SUMMER CAMP... which I love insanely. I am having severe 4H camp withdrawl. I can't believe it. I just worked there for 2 summers, and it feels like it was something that was INGRAINED into my life... like, "School is out, so it's time to go to Camp Bob Cooper." Not this year. But, I SERIOUSLY do miss it. Being at Camp Cooper and Camp Long just put me at ease, believe it or not. Even with the bad kids, I was barely ever stressed out. Everything was just so much fun. I REALLY hope that this camp at Clemson will be just as enjoyable for me... but as my motto for camp last year was, "Less of me..." camp is for the KIDS.
(please don't let this sweet and uplifting final paragraph take away from the title of the entry... I DO hate summer school.
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
and again i say...
...get me the fuck out of this house.
I just got back from picking up my brother and his girlfriend from school. I am not a damn taxi?! Who the hell do they think I am? Oh, and it gets worse... I can't leave the house or anything 'cause I have to watch them and make sure they aren't "alone." My brother is a fucking saint. I am POSITIVE that he doesn't know what to do with what he's got in his pants. But it's not like that matters anyway... I have nothing to do anyway. Thankfully, tomorrow will be only 1 week until going back to Clemson AND I will be going out downtown with a bunch of friends from high school. Erin told me that she might be able to go out to dinner on Friday, and then on Saturday, she, Muff and I are going shopping in Gaffney. So once I get through today, things shouldn't be too terrible.
But, there is another "honey-do" thing that has been asked of me. My aunt asked me if I'd be able to go pick my cousin, Bradford, up from Greenville Middle. Well, my mom told me not to leave Donovan and Amanda at home alone. So, if I have to go get Bradford (who is 20 minutes away), then I will have to take them WITH me. UGH! And gas is fucking expensive! The closest gas station to my house had gas for $1.84 the last I checked... and I don't get reimbursed for my gas... THAT sucks like a Hoover.
Anyway, some exciting news... I was watching Russian Roulette this afternoon on GSN (like I always do), and there was a girl named Hannah on there from Spartanburg, SC... just about 30 minutes away (Sparkle City represent)! That was exciting... but one girl had the AUDACITY to give her a question about education because "Hannah's from the south and education is lacking in the south." Ooh... So Cal scum... But, Mark L. Walberg (love the man) stood up and said, "I'm from South Carolina!" EXCITING!
Mark L. Walberg is from SC! w00t w00t! I think he's my favorite gameshow host... it's between him and Kennedy on Friend of Foe. It would be Anne Robinson from The Weakest Link, but she is just a bitch sometimes. I think before I go back to Clemson next week, I am going to make a "Best of GSN" list. I mean, after 3 weeks of NOTHING but GSN, I think I am a pretty qualified source to determine the best of what the channel has to offer...
Well, back to babysitting the lovebirds and watching The Weakest Link: The LA Law Episode. I am sure that these individuals won't be as dumb as the models that were on there yesterday... they have to play lawyers and attorneys and stuff...
I just got back from picking up my brother and his girlfriend from school. I am not a damn taxi?! Who the hell do they think I am? Oh, and it gets worse... I can't leave the house or anything 'cause I have to watch them and make sure they aren't "alone." My brother is a fucking saint. I am POSITIVE that he doesn't know what to do with what he's got in his pants. But it's not like that matters anyway... I have nothing to do anyway. Thankfully, tomorrow will be only 1 week until going back to Clemson AND I will be going out downtown with a bunch of friends from high school. Erin told me that she might be able to go out to dinner on Friday, and then on Saturday, she, Muff and I are going shopping in Gaffney. So once I get through today, things shouldn't be too terrible.
But, there is another "honey-do" thing that has been asked of me. My aunt asked me if I'd be able to go pick my cousin, Bradford, up from Greenville Middle. Well, my mom told me not to leave Donovan and Amanda at home alone. So, if I have to go get Bradford (who is 20 minutes away), then I will have to take them WITH me. UGH! And gas is fucking expensive! The closest gas station to my house had gas for $1.84 the last I checked... and I don't get reimbursed for my gas... THAT sucks like a Hoover.
Anyway, some exciting news... I was watching Russian Roulette this afternoon on GSN (like I always do), and there was a girl named Hannah on there from Spartanburg, SC... just about 30 minutes away (Sparkle City represent)! That was exciting... but one girl had the AUDACITY to give her a question about education because "Hannah's from the south and education is lacking in the south." Ooh... So Cal scum... But, Mark L. Walberg (love the man) stood up and said, "I'm from South Carolina!" EXCITING!
Mark L. Walberg is from SC! w00t w00t! I think he's my favorite gameshow host... it's between him and Kennedy on Friend of Foe. It would be Anne Robinson from The Weakest Link, but she is just a bitch sometimes. I think before I go back to Clemson next week, I am going to make a "Best of GSN" list. I mean, after 3 weeks of NOTHING but GSN, I think I am a pretty qualified source to determine the best of what the channel has to offer...
Well, back to babysitting the lovebirds and watching The Weakest Link: The LA Law Episode. I am sure that these individuals won't be as dumb as the models that were on there yesterday... they have to play lawyers and attorneys and stuff...
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
quiz number 3... i'm stopping
Okay... with this, I am done, and I am going to start an active search for something productive to do.
You're Rubik's Cube!! You may think you're
popular, but you're actually extremely
annoying. Seriously.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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You're Rubik's Cube!! You may think you're
popular, but you're actually extremely
annoying. Seriously.
What childhood toy from the 80s are you?
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this is what my life has become
Online quizzes. Sheesh. Two in less than 24 hours? I feel uber-tragic. But at least I my quiz produced a show that I actually liked! I LOVED Eureeka's Castle. I actually wrote a story about it in 1st grade... awww... the first signs of an avid blogger!
And I always had a crush on Eureeka... I mean, geez... she's the kinda girl that just make's you wanna scream her name!!!
Eureeka's Castle! You enjoy spending time with your
pet Dragon and doing spells.
What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
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And I always had a crush on Eureeka... I mean, geez... she's the kinda girl that just make's you wanna scream her name!!!
Eureeka's Castle! You enjoy spending time with your
pet Dragon and doing spells.
What's Your 90's Nickelodeon Show?
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matt williams
Okay y'all... I am SO bored. SO bored in fact, that I have started to ponder what life will be like in the fall... Balancing school, band, the great social life of a 21 year old that lives off campus with his best friends, writing for The Tiger... and then I started getting nervous about just that... writing for The Tiger. I have done that which I absolutely hate doing. I have apparently set a precendence for myself. I have made people belive that I am a great and hysterical writer, and while my opinions may not be kosher or family friendly, they are funny. Dammit. I HATE doing this. It will leave me no room to mess up or make mistakes, or write anything bad.
My dear Guiding Spirit, Anna Manning told me the other day how excited she was about me making The Tiger staff. I was of course flattered when she told me how great I'd be. Then she started talking about how EVERYONE reads my blog and it's SO great, and because of it I know SO many people. Well, thanks Anna (love you... mean it), I don't want all of my merit to stand on this little blog thing... although one day I would love for my memoirs to be made into a Lifetime movie. But as for now... in college... This is just a hobby... and I would hate for everyone to think that I am some sort of opinionistic primadonna. THAT title goes to Matt Williams.
I have talked about him before... but I don't think I gave him all the props he deserves. The man is hysterical... His little catch phrases will either make you smile, or all out "laugh out loud." I heard from someone that he graduated a few weeks ago. But I was reading one of his last articles from The Tiger this year, and it said, something about being a junior and "we have to graduate soon." I think it would be AWESOME to work alongside him... but there is only one drawback. He's so awesome! How am I ever going to extablish myself as a good writer if my column is next to HIS (and I mean that with the UTMOST respect towards him)? I mean, sure, my blog is great... but that's 'cause it is pretty much the best blog of all of MY friends (yes... I am THAT conceited). I write daily if not several times a day, I'm truthful, blunt, self criticizing, and most importantly, critical of other people (hehe). But when there are two equally blunt, truthful, self criticizing, and peer criticizing individuals writing side by side, one is gonna obviously be better... and that one is gonna be the person that criticizes the other, while the other wastes away with nothing to write about but how much a of a loser he thinks he is (see, I'm already doing it... Thanks, Matt Williams).
At any rate, I really respect Matt Williams and if he will still be on staff next year, that will be great. If not, then I'll be the HNIC. HAHA!
My dear Guiding Spirit, Anna Manning told me the other day how excited she was about me making The Tiger staff. I was of course flattered when she told me how great I'd be. Then she started talking about how EVERYONE reads my blog and it's SO great, and because of it I know SO many people. Well, thanks Anna (love you... mean it), I don't want all of my merit to stand on this little blog thing... although one day I would love for my memoirs to be made into a Lifetime movie. But as for now... in college... This is just a hobby... and I would hate for everyone to think that I am some sort of opinionistic primadonna. THAT title goes to Matt Williams.
I have talked about him before... but I don't think I gave him all the props he deserves. The man is hysterical... His little catch phrases will either make you smile, or all out "laugh out loud." I heard from someone that he graduated a few weeks ago. But I was reading one of his last articles from The Tiger this year, and it said, something about being a junior and "we have to graduate soon." I think it would be AWESOME to work alongside him... but there is only one drawback. He's so awesome! How am I ever going to extablish myself as a good writer if my column is next to HIS (and I mean that with the UTMOST respect towards him)? I mean, sure, my blog is great... but that's 'cause it is pretty much the best blog of all of MY friends (yes... I am THAT conceited). I write daily if not several times a day, I'm truthful, blunt, self criticizing, and most importantly, critical of other people (hehe). But when there are two equally blunt, truthful, self criticizing, and peer criticizing individuals writing side by side, one is gonna obviously be better... and that one is gonna be the person that criticizes the other, while the other wastes away with nothing to write about but how much a of a loser he thinks he is (see, I'm already doing it... Thanks, Matt Williams).
At any rate, I really respect Matt Williams and if he will still be on staff next year, that will be great. If not, then I'll be the HNIC. HAHA!
Monday, May 17, 2004
i'm going to kill macaulay culkin
Nothing exciting to report today... I stayed in the house... in my pajamas... all day long... I watched GSN... I built a shelf for my mom... and I'm going to kill Macaulay Culkin. Okay, bye.
dumbpe0ple.blogspot.com
Boredom has brought forth the beginning of a 3rd blog (if you haven't figured out the second one right now, then you will more than likely be written about in blog #3). Yes, it's called "Dumb People" (with a zero in place for the O... the actual dumbpeople.blogspot.com was taken by a dude who wrote all of 2 entries back in August of 2003... I'll probably end up writing about him in the blog). With this, I officially retired that Xanga too. It was just getting old. And Blogspot is way more hella tight.
Now I'm talkin' with a fellow blogger named Erik (check out his blog here). It's a good one...
Okay, I'm out... and don't be worried, I'm not gonna abandon King Congruence for Dumb People... I really only intend on writing about dummies in there and I plan on continuing to bore you with the day to day hum drum of my existence in G-vegas in here.
Now I'm talkin' with a fellow blogger named Erik (check out his blog here). It's a good one...
Okay, I'm out... and don't be worried, I'm not gonna abandon King Congruence for Dumb People... I really only intend on writing about dummies in there and I plan on continuing to bore you with the day to day hum drum of my existence in G-vegas in here.
Sunday, May 16, 2004
1 awful song and 65 fathers
Hey... So, I just got back from church. Not an absolutely exciting Sunday, but a Sunday nontheless. The first thing I have to say is that I realized today that I simply CANNOT stand when something is out of key. It makes me squirm in my seat and want to scream so I can block it out... I mean, it's like the most God awful sound in the world, but if I am not responsible for the sound, then there is nothing I can do about it. Well, I experienced this today at church. I can't think of the song that they were singing, but it's really not important. Well, we got this new Minister of Music last August... I haven't been at church most of the time that she's been there... like, I was sitting there today and realized that she has almost been there for a year, but yet I still pray for her constantly as if she is having to adjust to our church... I know it's gotta be bad. I know that people have quit the choir because our old director isn't there anymore, and I know people talk, and look, and all that other stuff that the good Christian folk just ain't supposed to do. Well, bless her heart, Mrs. Moon (which everyone calls her... which annoys me because no one has taken it upon themselves to get to know her on a first name basis... I myself am guilty) is an exceptional player. I mean, I think anyone who can play by ear AND read music is great... especially on an organ. She is doing a phenomenal job and this was proved when I heard the choir today... while lacking about half to 2/3 of what is normally there, they broke it down. I was so impressed. Anyway, about the awful song... it was devotion. Deacon Willie started singing some song and she got on to play it... Well, he and Ms. Becky started doin' something crazy... like, changing pitches and stuff... I mean, like, people in the congregation were scratchin' their heads and stuff... it was ridiculous. Mrs. Moon had to tap out a chromatic several times in order to find the pitch, and as soon as she did, Deacon Willie and Ms. Becky would jump to another pitch at a different phrase. It was terrible. I just sat there with the most unpleasant look on my face (which is a BIG no no if you are a member of the preacher's family... everything is supposed to be marshmallows and sunshine if your daddy is the pastor). My mom was looking over at me all confused... she told me just yesterday that I look like I'm grimacing all throughout church all the time... so today, I was TRYING to be happy... but the song just wouldn't let me... NOT a joyful noise... but a noise, regardless...
Then there were the 65 fathers... go ahead and take a guess as to what this is that I am talking about... go ahead, I'll wait...
*ELEVATOR MUSIC*
Okay... now I want some of y'all to comment on what you thought it was now, just so I can see what comes to mind when I say 65 fathers. Well, in all reality, 65 fathers is what was said in Minister Freeman's 4 minute prayer. Yes, I'm a heretic... I was doing something other than praying during the prayer. See, this man... God bless him... He's a funny man. And, when he got up to pray, I was like, "Hmm, what is his trademark prayer?" Most people have a trademark about their prayers... Like there is this one guy that will go "Father God" throughout the entire prayer... Rev. Blandin says "Heavenly Father" all the time... Rev. Sis. Griffin has this whole spill that she says at the beginning of every prayer: "All wise... Everlasting... Everlasting God our Heavenly Father..." Yeah, everyone has a trademark. I think mine is like, "Dear God." Anyway, Minister Freeman always goes "Father." And I mean ALL THROUGHOUT HIS PRAYERS! I sat there today and counted... in his 4 minute prayer, he said the word "father" 65 times. That is more than 15 "fathers" in one minute. Wow. Well, I am sure that God heard that... I mean, Minister Freeman called Him enough... Bless his heart.
Ah, church... It's amazing the things you learn from sitting through one service. I think I've said it before... but I can't remember if I hae or haven't... it reminds me A LOT of chapter. Only when people call on God in chapter, they usually tack on another word after it starting with a D...
Then there were the 65 fathers... go ahead and take a guess as to what this is that I am talking about... go ahead, I'll wait...
*ELEVATOR MUSIC*
Okay... now I want some of y'all to comment on what you thought it was now, just so I can see what comes to mind when I say 65 fathers. Well, in all reality, 65 fathers is what was said in Minister Freeman's 4 minute prayer. Yes, I'm a heretic... I was doing something other than praying during the prayer. See, this man... God bless him... He's a funny man. And, when he got up to pray, I was like, "Hmm, what is his trademark prayer?" Most people have a trademark about their prayers... Like there is this one guy that will go "Father God" throughout the entire prayer... Rev. Blandin says "Heavenly Father" all the time... Rev. Sis. Griffin has this whole spill that she says at the beginning of every prayer: "All wise... Everlasting... Everlasting God our Heavenly Father..." Yeah, everyone has a trademark. I think mine is like, "Dear God." Anyway, Minister Freeman always goes "Father." And I mean ALL THROUGHOUT HIS PRAYERS! I sat there today and counted... in his 4 minute prayer, he said the word "father" 65 times. That is more than 15 "fathers" in one minute. Wow. Well, I am sure that God heard that... I mean, Minister Freeman called Him enough... Bless his heart.
Ah, church... It's amazing the things you learn from sitting through one service. I think I've said it before... but I can't remember if I hae or haven't... it reminds me A LOT of chapter. Only when people call on God in chapter, they usually tack on another word after it starting with a D...
Friday, May 14, 2004
bad parenting...
...there's nothing else to call it folks.
I'm gonna say this and then be done. I'm mad. Okay, when I was in high school, my curfew was 10:30... STRAIGHT up until college... It was so strict that my friends came over to my house at 10:30 from wherever we were and we played hide-and-go-seek, sardines, and tag and stuff outside of my house... it sucked royally. Well, it's 11:49 and my 15 year old 10th grade brother is JUST getting into the house. WHAT THE FUCK (yes, I said "what the fuck," not "WTF")??? And that isn't the only thing... not only is he just coming into the house now... but on his progress report, he had TWO Fs! NO SIR! How can he go out, much less stay out 'til midnight, when he is 15 and has 2 Fs? All I can say is, I am the smarter kid... I go to Clemson. My brother is making Fs. If he gets into Clemson, it will be because he can check that box that says "Relatives Attended Clemson." He's a loser... but I'm a loser for having had to come in at 10:30 until college. Oh, by the way... I'll be 21 in 2 months and 28 days... and my curfew now is 12.
Get me the fuck out of this house.
I'm gonna say this and then be done. I'm mad. Okay, when I was in high school, my curfew was 10:30... STRAIGHT up until college... It was so strict that my friends came over to my house at 10:30 from wherever we were and we played hide-and-go-seek, sardines, and tag and stuff outside of my house... it sucked royally. Well, it's 11:49 and my 15 year old 10th grade brother is JUST getting into the house. WHAT THE FUCK (yes, I said "what the fuck," not "WTF")??? And that isn't the only thing... not only is he just coming into the house now... but on his progress report, he had TWO Fs! NO SIR! How can he go out, much less stay out 'til midnight, when he is 15 and has 2 Fs? All I can say is, I am the smarter kid... I go to Clemson. My brother is making Fs. If he gets into Clemson, it will be because he can check that box that says "Relatives Attended Clemson." He's a loser... but I'm a loser for having had to come in at 10:30 until college. Oh, by the way... I'll be 21 in 2 months and 28 days... and my curfew now is 12.
Get me the fuck out of this house.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
"this city's made us crazy and we must get out"
-Maroon 5
Yes. Greenville is driving me mucking fad! OMG. I just don't think I can take it anymore. I'm sick of my house, I'm sick of my neighborhohod (which has become so tragic that TWO houses have window AC units in the FRONT of them), I'm sick of the Eastside, I'm SICK OF GREENVILLE! Today was almost the breaking point. The only thing that kept me sane was realizing that today marks 2 weeks left here in this wretched rut of life.
I am VERY ready to just plain old move out. I'm ready to be on my own... my mom made me go pull weeds outside in the yard today... 20 year olds (w/ 3 months until their 21st birthday) don't do stuff like that! And I'm gonna live in a townhouse once I get my own place so I have no yard. I mean, that was just annoying. I just don't like being around here anymore. I'm about to be 21... and I know PLENTY of 21 year olds that are out on their own. I mean, once I graduate, I want to have my own place. I want to be able to come back to this house and just be a visitor. Even today on Who Wants to be a Millionaire (on GSN... that's all I do all day long), Regis asked this guy how old his kids were. The guy said 21, 23, 24, and 26. Regis asked if any of them lived at home, and the guy said no... see, even the 21 year old is gone... ugh.
Anyway, I did do something semi-fun today. Mandy and Sarah from high school called and asked if I wanted to hang out with them tonight. So I did. We jut cruised around downtown... it was... okay... I just felt really tragic. This is what my life has become. GSN and cruising downtown Greenville. Whoop-de-friggin'-do.
Anyway, since nothing exciting is going on my life, I doubt if I'll write in here very frequently... it's more fun to keep up with Tree #3 (which Sarah Vestal has told me she doesn't want me to allude to anymore since she has figured it out). So, I won't. And with this, I think I am also retiring the Xanga. It wasn't fun... it seems to be a cess pool for drama anyway.
Yes. Greenville is driving me mucking fad! OMG. I just don't think I can take it anymore. I'm sick of my house, I'm sick of my neighborhohod (which has become so tragic that TWO houses have window AC units in the FRONT of them), I'm sick of the Eastside, I'm SICK OF GREENVILLE! Today was almost the breaking point. The only thing that kept me sane was realizing that today marks 2 weeks left here in this wretched rut of life.
I am VERY ready to just plain old move out. I'm ready to be on my own... my mom made me go pull weeds outside in the yard today... 20 year olds (w/ 3 months until their 21st birthday) don't do stuff like that! And I'm gonna live in a townhouse once I get my own place so I have no yard. I mean, that was just annoying. I just don't like being around here anymore. I'm about to be 21... and I know PLENTY of 21 year olds that are out on their own. I mean, once I graduate, I want to have my own place. I want to be able to come back to this house and just be a visitor. Even today on Who Wants to be a Millionaire (on GSN... that's all I do all day long), Regis asked this guy how old his kids were. The guy said 21, 23, 24, and 26. Regis asked if any of them lived at home, and the guy said no... see, even the 21 year old is gone... ugh.
Anyway, I did do something semi-fun today. Mandy and Sarah from high school called and asked if I wanted to hang out with them tonight. So I did. We jut cruised around downtown... it was... okay... I just felt really tragic. This is what my life has become. GSN and cruising downtown Greenville. Whoop-de-friggin'-do.
Anyway, since nothing exciting is going on my life, I doubt if I'll write in here very frequently... it's more fun to keep up with Tree #3 (which Sarah Vestal has told me she doesn't want me to allude to anymore since she has figured it out). So, I won't. And with this, I think I am also retiring the Xanga. It wasn't fun... it seems to be a cess pool for drama anyway.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
dm tryouts
Well, today would have to have been the most eventful day since I have been home from Clemson. I went to Broome High School in Spartanburg and judged colorguard and drum major tryouts. I had an absolute blast. It was so cool to be able to go and help pick out next year's leadership at Broome. While I do believe I saw more flag twirling than I ever wanted to see in my life, it was fun. The best part was definitely drum major tryouts. It was so hard because there were 5 very eligible candidates. In the end, we chose a very good drum major. Cory and I both agreed on the same candidate.
Watching them and being at a high school really put things into perspective for me. It has motivated me to be the best I can possibly be this my last year in band. It has encouraged me to just let loose and have fun with the job. So many times I get uptight and a little subduded thinking that something is gonna go wrong or the band is gonna talk bad about me... but this is gonna be my last year. I am not a drum major for anyone else but me... and while I do have a responsibility to serve the band, I do it because I enjoy it. I am going to do the best job possible this season and have the most fun possible as well. I am SO ready.
Once I got back from Spartanburg, I came home and no one was here. It was like 6:30 and I was so bored and lonely. Well, I plopped onto the floor here in the study and started talking online (yes, the internet works all the time on my computer... convenient, however uncomfortable). One of my block 3 divas, Ellen, had left me a message saying she misse me. It was sweet. Well, I responded and we started talking about life since we had been home. She started talking about how she has hung out with people from high school and has been having a good time. Well, I told her that I don't really hang out with anyone from high school... I've either grown apart from them, don't know where they are, or they have pretty much not done anything with their lives. It really made me think... In high school, it was always Megan, Rachel, Amanda, the Matts, Andy, Brian, and I... Well, even as much as I see 2 of the Matts and Andy, we aren't incredibly close anymore... I pretty much attribute it to conflict of interest. As for the other Matt, I am actually talking to him right now. He seems to be the most grown up out of all of us. We talk every blue moon, but when we do, we talk more in dept than when I talk to one of the other guys. As for the girls, I saw Megan on campus like twice a semester... I actually saw her about a week or 2 before I left. She said to call her sometime this summer... but I hadn't talked toi Amanda or Rachel in probably about a year or so. So I called their house today. Surprisingly, I dialed the number without having to look it up. It's amazing how I haven't used it in so long but I still knew it so well...
**INTERRUPTION: So, I'm watching TV, and I just HAVE to comment on this cute little black boy in this Oscar Meyer weiner commercial... you have GOT to see it. He is so funny!**
Okay. Anyway, I talked to Rachel. She is good. It was SOOOO good to talk to her. AS soon as I heard her voice this huge smile came across my face. We exchanged cell numbers and are planning to hang out soon. Then I called Megan (once again having remembered her number), but she was at work. I'll get in touch with her soon. It was good to try to establish contact with these people.
And, tonight, I finally finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire... I started it last summer... lol. I think I'm gonna go by the 5th book tomorrow... this book was actually kinda scary at the end! It was so good though! I can't believe how much I have been reading lately... I think of it as inspiration for Tree #3 though... it's doing quite delightful, by the way...
Watching them and being at a high school really put things into perspective for me. It has motivated me to be the best I can possibly be this my last year in band. It has encouraged me to just let loose and have fun with the job. So many times I get uptight and a little subduded thinking that something is gonna go wrong or the band is gonna talk bad about me... but this is gonna be my last year. I am not a drum major for anyone else but me... and while I do have a responsibility to serve the band, I do it because I enjoy it. I am going to do the best job possible this season and have the most fun possible as well. I am SO ready.
Once I got back from Spartanburg, I came home and no one was here. It was like 6:30 and I was so bored and lonely. Well, I plopped onto the floor here in the study and started talking online (yes, the internet works all the time on my computer... convenient, however uncomfortable). One of my block 3 divas, Ellen, had left me a message saying she misse me. It was sweet. Well, I responded and we started talking about life since we had been home. She started talking about how she has hung out with people from high school and has been having a good time. Well, I told her that I don't really hang out with anyone from high school... I've either grown apart from them, don't know where they are, or they have pretty much not done anything with their lives. It really made me think... In high school, it was always Megan, Rachel, Amanda, the Matts, Andy, Brian, and I... Well, even as much as I see 2 of the Matts and Andy, we aren't incredibly close anymore... I pretty much attribute it to conflict of interest. As for the other Matt, I am actually talking to him right now. He seems to be the most grown up out of all of us. We talk every blue moon, but when we do, we talk more in dept than when I talk to one of the other guys. As for the girls, I saw Megan on campus like twice a semester... I actually saw her about a week or 2 before I left. She said to call her sometime this summer... but I hadn't talked toi Amanda or Rachel in probably about a year or so. So I called their house today. Surprisingly, I dialed the number without having to look it up. It's amazing how I haven't used it in so long but I still knew it so well...
**INTERRUPTION: So, I'm watching TV, and I just HAVE to comment on this cute little black boy in this Oscar Meyer weiner commercial... you have GOT to see it. He is so funny!**
Okay. Anyway, I talked to Rachel. She is good. It was SOOOO good to talk to her. AS soon as I heard her voice this huge smile came across my face. We exchanged cell numbers and are planning to hang out soon. Then I called Megan (once again having remembered her number), but she was at work. I'll get in touch with her soon. It was good to try to establish contact with these people.
And, tonight, I finally finished Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire... I started it last summer... lol. I think I'm gonna go by the 5th book tomorrow... this book was actually kinda scary at the end! It was so good though! I can't believe how much I have been reading lately... I think of it as inspiration for Tree #3 though... it's doing quite delightful, by the way...
Monday, May 10, 2004
how much i f-ing hate the lack of technology in my house
Greetings... from the floor of my dad's study in my house. Normally, I would be addressing you from about 12 feet back and to the right of me at his desk (without the fabulous sounds of The Emperor's New Groove), but tonight I am on MY computer in the middle of the floor. Let me explain to you how ridiculously dumb this house and its internet connection is...
First of all, my parents went and decided to get a new computer while I was at school this year. Yay for them. With the new computer, they called themselves getting technologically savvy by getting Charter High-Speed Cable. I just want to say, "fuck you, Charter and I hope you burn in Hell." Have y'all seen the cell phone commercial where people are talking on their cell phones and all of a sudden their phones fly out of their hands... it is a simulation of calls getting "dropped." I want to say that it is for Alltel which I find ironic, 'cause that service is less than adequate too. Anyway, this commercial pretty much describes internet service with Charter. I'll be on the computer and all of a sudden, "do ding: INTERNET SERVICE INTERRUPTED." This happened VERY frequently. Ugh. It was so annoying. I thought that was gonna be done with last week when the Charter guy came to assess the problem. This dude looked like someone who went to a school like Eastside, HAD been cool, but never did a damn thing with his life so he was diminished to servicing people's cable. He didn't do a fucking thing to our cable except mess it up even more. The internet kept shutting off and to make matters worse, the cable in my room started acting up.
So, tonight all that rubbish ended... and even more horrific things started. My wonderful teenage brother, the illustrious drum major of the oh so exquisite Eastside High School Marching Band, tells me at dinner that the internet is messing up and if I know what is wrong with it. I said that during the day I saw some weird windows that I couldn't understand, but for the most part things seemed to be working fine. Well, after dinner, he hops back on the computer and I go to my room to read some Harry Potter. Later, I come here into the study (in the EXACT spot that I am lying on the floor right now, ironically) watching The Swan, and Donovan goes, "The internet doesn't work anymore." I just ignored him pretty much. I knew that the internet liked to shut off, so I didn't think much of it. Until I got on the computer and noticed that EVERYTHING on the computer had been wiped out. ALL of our personal settings, had been removed and it was like the computer lost everything that was on it pretty much... well, I come to find out that it did. Nothing is on that computer anymore... and no, the internet SERIOUSLY doesn't work.
This frustrated me to no end... for a few reasons.
1. What do you do without internet?
2. I needed to get directions to Broome High School for tomorrow that were e-mailed to me.
3. I was MOST DEFINITELY going to have to blog about the situation.
4. I really needed to take care of Tree #3.
So, I decided to do what I did last summer when I was at home and we were having computer problems. I took the modem from the study into my room and hooked it up to my computer... but alas! Since my cable was screwed up by graduate number 250 of 250 from the EHS class of 2000, it didn't work...
SO... THAT is what brings me to the floor of the study typing away lying on my stomach getting severe rug burns on my elbows.
I hate being at home. I'm ready to go back to Clemson... if only for a little bit of convenient internet access.
First of all, my parents went and decided to get a new computer while I was at school this year. Yay for them. With the new computer, they called themselves getting technologically savvy by getting Charter High-Speed Cable. I just want to say, "fuck you, Charter and I hope you burn in Hell." Have y'all seen the cell phone commercial where people are talking on their cell phones and all of a sudden their phones fly out of their hands... it is a simulation of calls getting "dropped." I want to say that it is for Alltel which I find ironic, 'cause that service is less than adequate too. Anyway, this commercial pretty much describes internet service with Charter. I'll be on the computer and all of a sudden, "do ding: INTERNET SERVICE INTERRUPTED." This happened VERY frequently. Ugh. It was so annoying. I thought that was gonna be done with last week when the Charter guy came to assess the problem. This dude looked like someone who went to a school like Eastside, HAD been cool, but never did a damn thing with his life so he was diminished to servicing people's cable. He didn't do a fucking thing to our cable except mess it up even more. The internet kept shutting off and to make matters worse, the cable in my room started acting up.
So, tonight all that rubbish ended... and even more horrific things started. My wonderful teenage brother, the illustrious drum major of the oh so exquisite Eastside High School Marching Band, tells me at dinner that the internet is messing up and if I know what is wrong with it. I said that during the day I saw some weird windows that I couldn't understand, but for the most part things seemed to be working fine. Well, after dinner, he hops back on the computer and I go to my room to read some Harry Potter. Later, I come here into the study (in the EXACT spot that I am lying on the floor right now, ironically) watching The Swan, and Donovan goes, "The internet doesn't work anymore." I just ignored him pretty much. I knew that the internet liked to shut off, so I didn't think much of it. Until I got on the computer and noticed that EVERYTHING on the computer had been wiped out. ALL of our personal settings, had been removed and it was like the computer lost everything that was on it pretty much... well, I come to find out that it did. Nothing is on that computer anymore... and no, the internet SERIOUSLY doesn't work.
This frustrated me to no end... for a few reasons.
1. What do you do without internet?
2. I needed to get directions to Broome High School for tomorrow that were e-mailed to me.
3. I was MOST DEFINITELY going to have to blog about the situation.
4. I really needed to take care of Tree #3.
So, I decided to do what I did last summer when I was at home and we were having computer problems. I took the modem from the study into my room and hooked it up to my computer... but alas! Since my cable was screwed up by graduate number 250 of 250 from the EHS class of 2000, it didn't work...
SO... THAT is what brings me to the floor of the study typing away lying on my stomach getting severe rug burns on my elbows.
I hate being at home. I'm ready to go back to Clemson... if only for a little bit of convenient internet access.
Sunday, May 09, 2004
ocd
First of all, I have to say 3 things.
1. I LOVE Blogger's new look... FABULOUS! LOL.
2. I took it upon myself to give the old blog a fresh new look. I like it... I know you do too.
3. Tell y'all's mamas I said "Happy Mother's Day!"
Okay. Anyway, the title for tonight's entry is OCD. There are 3 people in my family that are ridiculously OCD that I have to discuss tonight.
First of all, it's me. I have gotten so OCD with "Tree #3" (see previous entry) that I have gotten slack in updating my blog. PLEASE do not let this fool you. I am still utterly and completely tragic and have not done anything exciting with myself yet this summer (unless you count the "planting and maintaining of tree #3). In all seriousness, Tree #3 is not a big deal at all. I just like the little bit of mystery and anonymity that plays into it's maintenance. But seriously... if people would take the time to pry around my AIM profile they would understand what Tree #3 is... And hopefully they would figure out that there is no such thing as Buckhead State University (hint, hint).
Secondly, it's my mom. She is ridiculous. Well, you know how the new style is to wear silk flowers with outfits? Don't worry guys, it's a girl thing, you didn't miss the memo. Anyway, my mom has gotten really resourceful and has decided to make her own little silk flowers... TO WEAR WITH EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT. I SWEAR on every outfit in her closet, that she has a flower to go with it. Today, we went to A.C. Moore and Garden Ridge to attend to this new fetish of hers. Also this weekend, she had me put black dots all over this white flower in attempts to make a polka dotted rose. I have never seen one of those, nor have I ever been asked to do something so ridiculous, but the flower turned out kinda neat looking. She crazy.
Thirdly, and most severe, is my brother, Donovan. I wanted to run him over with Kyle today. OMG. Well, he is in the same high school band that I was in for 4 years. When I was there, we were pretty bad. One year, we got a "Performance" award at Upper State, which is worse than a "Quality" and is basically like, "Thanks for coming, but we'd appreciate it more if you DIDN'T come." Yeah, so we sucked. But, whatever that band is now has to do with me and the effort that I put into it for 4 years. All Donovan likes to do is talk trash about how great they are and how much better they are without me and the people who were in it when I was there. He says that we were so terrible and they are pretty much the cat's meow now. Yeah, they are better, but they are FAR from being state material. So, he came at me today saying, "Did you guys ever get invited to play at graduation?" And I said, "No, I was in Concert Choir and we sang at every graduation." Then he said, "Well, I don't care about Concert Choir. Concert Choir is gay. I'm talking about band." At this, I let him have it. I told him I was sick of all his "EHS band is so awesome" bull shit and that the band at EHS had nothing on Tiger Band and that no school that he could possibly go to for college could ever have anything on Tiger Band either. We sound good, we have fun, we get work done, we get treated like gods by the athletic department, we have great fans, we travel, and we entertain our audiences. Donovan will more than likely go to some school in state. The only school with a band that could even compete in the state with us is USC. But, I don't know if Donovan is gonna make it into that school. He is making less than acceptable grades, and I see him going to some easy-to-get-into private school before he ever made it into one of the good schools in the state. So, I told him to enjoy his time in band at EHS, 'cause it's probably gonna be the best band experience he ever has. You can call it harsh if you want, but he's 15 and he needs to learn how to take the heat if he's gonna play in the kitchen.
There, i'm done... Now to go feed my addiction to Tree #3.
1. I LOVE Blogger's new look... FABULOUS! LOL.
2. I took it upon myself to give the old blog a fresh new look. I like it... I know you do too.
3. Tell y'all's mamas I said "Happy Mother's Day!"
Okay. Anyway, the title for tonight's entry is OCD. There are 3 people in my family that are ridiculously OCD that I have to discuss tonight.
First of all, it's me. I have gotten so OCD with "Tree #3" (see previous entry) that I have gotten slack in updating my blog. PLEASE do not let this fool you. I am still utterly and completely tragic and have not done anything exciting with myself yet this summer (unless you count the "planting and maintaining of tree #3). In all seriousness, Tree #3 is not a big deal at all. I just like the little bit of mystery and anonymity that plays into it's maintenance. But seriously... if people would take the time to pry around my AIM profile they would understand what Tree #3 is... And hopefully they would figure out that there is no such thing as Buckhead State University (hint, hint).
Secondly, it's my mom. She is ridiculous. Well, you know how the new style is to wear silk flowers with outfits? Don't worry guys, it's a girl thing, you didn't miss the memo. Anyway, my mom has gotten really resourceful and has decided to make her own little silk flowers... TO WEAR WITH EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT. I SWEAR on every outfit in her closet, that she has a flower to go with it. Today, we went to A.C. Moore and Garden Ridge to attend to this new fetish of hers. Also this weekend, she had me put black dots all over this white flower in attempts to make a polka dotted rose. I have never seen one of those, nor have I ever been asked to do something so ridiculous, but the flower turned out kinda neat looking. She crazy.
Thirdly, and most severe, is my brother, Donovan. I wanted to run him over with Kyle today. OMG. Well, he is in the same high school band that I was in for 4 years. When I was there, we were pretty bad. One year, we got a "Performance" award at Upper State, which is worse than a "Quality" and is basically like, "Thanks for coming, but we'd appreciate it more if you DIDN'T come." Yeah, so we sucked. But, whatever that band is now has to do with me and the effort that I put into it for 4 years. All Donovan likes to do is talk trash about how great they are and how much better they are without me and the people who were in it when I was there. He says that we were so terrible and they are pretty much the cat's meow now. Yeah, they are better, but they are FAR from being state material. So, he came at me today saying, "Did you guys ever get invited to play at graduation?" And I said, "No, I was in Concert Choir and we sang at every graduation." Then he said, "Well, I don't care about Concert Choir. Concert Choir is gay. I'm talking about band." At this, I let him have it. I told him I was sick of all his "EHS band is so awesome" bull shit and that the band at EHS had nothing on Tiger Band and that no school that he could possibly go to for college could ever have anything on Tiger Band either. We sound good, we have fun, we get work done, we get treated like gods by the athletic department, we have great fans, we travel, and we entertain our audiences. Donovan will more than likely go to some school in state. The only school with a band that could even compete in the state with us is USC. But, I don't know if Donovan is gonna make it into that school. He is making less than acceptable grades, and I see him going to some easy-to-get-into private school before he ever made it into one of the good schools in the state. So, I told him to enjoy his time in band at EHS, 'cause it's probably gonna be the best band experience he ever has. You can call it harsh if you want, but he's 15 and he needs to learn how to take the heat if he's gonna play in the kitchen.
There, i'm done... Now to go feed my addiction to Tree #3.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
not done yet...
So the incomplete journal entry about Donovan and my little argument was not enough blogging for the king for one night. I've got crap on my mind... but I don't know how to say it. Well... pretty much, I keep this journal 'cause I LOVE to write. I get lost in writing. Heck, I could write about someone's made up life and have fun doing it (haha). But, the only problem with writing is that this stuff is loved by so many... It's hard to keep my own little secrets. I want to write them down and get them out of the mess that is my mind, but I don't want you nosy people knowing EVERYTHING that goes on in my head. So, I tend to have a little bit of a problem with this. Now, don't go thinking that I'm hiding some big JUICY secret from you... 'cause y'all know that I live for a little bit of gossip... but Missy does more (haha again). I just have (hold on, lemme count...) 3 other things on my mind right now, that either shouldn't be discussed yet because it's too premature, shouldn't be discussed at all because I deserve a little secrecy, or because it's just fun to hide it from people... LOL. HAHA! So, I think I'll talk about them in disguise...
1. I found a tree the other day. At first, I was skeptical about this tree, 'cause it didn't look easy to climb. In fact, it's a friggin' Redwood tree. I just looked at it from a distance for most of the time... kicking around fallen leaves and dirt that lay at the base of the tree. After walkin' around this tree a lot today, I finally decided to climb it. I climbed for a long time, y'all... I mean, my mom even called from the bottom of the tree and told me to come down. But I didn't. Hehe. I had a good time. I kinda wanted to climb the tree later this evening, but I ran into some friends... and by the time we got done hanging out, it was too dark to climb the tree. But who knows... I might get up the nerve to sneak out of the house tonight and climb that Redwood tree again.
2. This tree... I found it in this forest. I've been walkin' around the forest ever since I got done babysitting. It passes the time. I don't get lost, but I don't ever seem to find my way out either... lots of trees... most of them are too tall to climb. Some of them are just too old and I'm scared that they are gonna break if I even try to climb them. Then there are others that are too pretty to even touch. They are just for looking.
3. I planted a tree of my own! Haha! It's great. No one knows anything about my little tree too. I planted it in a forest in Atlanta though... yeah! I bet you didn't even know they had forests in Atlanta! Well, they do! I'm enjoying watching my little tree grow too. I hope it grows big and tall and one day all of you will eventually find it and want to climb all the way up it! But, you'll have to pay money first... you can't just go to my tree and hop on... My tree is special... how come you think you don't know WHERE in Atlanta my tree is? It's 'cause I planted it somewhere where only I would be able to realize that it's mine. To you, it's just an ordinary tree... Haha...
I love keeping secrets from you all... Hey... you know what. This is why people think that those far out spacy movies like "The Wizard of Oz" and "The Lord of the Rings" have hidden meanings. It's cause Frank Baum and J.R.R. Tolkien had secrets they didn't want to get out, so they encrypted them in goofy little tales like those. Well, here is my little tale...
The Secret in the Forest of Congruence
by K.N.G. Congruence
1. I found a tree the other day. At first, I was skeptical about this tree, 'cause it didn't look easy to climb. In fact, it's a friggin' Redwood tree. I just looked at it from a distance for most of the time... kicking around fallen leaves and dirt that lay at the base of the tree. After walkin' around this tree a lot today, I finally decided to climb it. I climbed for a long time, y'all... I mean, my mom even called from the bottom of the tree and told me to come down. But I didn't. Hehe. I had a good time. I kinda wanted to climb the tree later this evening, but I ran into some friends... and by the time we got done hanging out, it was too dark to climb the tree. But who knows... I might get up the nerve to sneak out of the house tonight and climb that Redwood tree again.
2. This tree... I found it in this forest. I've been walkin' around the forest ever since I got done babysitting. It passes the time. I don't get lost, but I don't ever seem to find my way out either... lots of trees... most of them are too tall to climb. Some of them are just too old and I'm scared that they are gonna break if I even try to climb them. Then there are others that are too pretty to even touch. They are just for looking.
3. I planted a tree of my own! Haha! It's great. No one knows anything about my little tree too. I planted it in a forest in Atlanta though... yeah! I bet you didn't even know they had forests in Atlanta! Well, they do! I'm enjoying watching my little tree grow too. I hope it grows big and tall and one day all of you will eventually find it and want to climb all the way up it! But, you'll have to pay money first... you can't just go to my tree and hop on... My tree is special... how come you think you don't know WHERE in Atlanta my tree is? It's 'cause I planted it somewhere where only I would be able to realize that it's mine. To you, it's just an ordinary tree... Haha...
I love keeping secrets from you all... Hey... you know what. This is why people think that those far out spacy movies like "The Wizard of Oz" and "The Lord of the Rings" have hidden meanings. It's cause Frank Baum and J.R.R. Tolkien had secrets they didn't want to get out, so they encrypted them in goofy little tales like those. Well, here is my little tale...
The Secret in the Forest of Congruence
by K.N.G. Congruence
fighting with my 15 year old brother
Don't worry... no blood was drawn or anything like that. My brother, Donovan, and I usually get along really well. We are both HUGE band geeks and both drum majors. If anything, this has really brought us together. When I was in high school, he wasn't even a teenager yet, so we didn't see eye to eye on most things. We still don't, but we do see eye to eye on more.
Anyway, the reason we had to have the "discussion" that we had is because both our parents are going out of town this weekend. On Tuesday, he gave me this big guilt trip whether he realized it or not. But basically, I was telling him and my mom that Missy was going to pick me up to go to Betsy's. Well, when Donovan asked who Missy was, I said, my "other" little brother. Then he goes, "It seems like you spend more time with them than you do with us." And my mom goes, "That sounds like a cry for some attention."
(I HAD a really awesome entry... full of bickering dialogue between Donovan and I... I did. You're just gonna have to believe me. The rest of it was lost in cyberspace when Charter "High-Speed" Cable decided to tell me to fuck off. Grrr... By the way... this is the SAME Charter "High-Speed" Cable that someone came to the house to FIX TODAY!!!)
Anyway, the reason we had to have the "discussion" that we had is because both our parents are going out of town this weekend. On Tuesday, he gave me this big guilt trip whether he realized it or not. But basically, I was telling him and my mom that Missy was going to pick me up to go to Betsy's. Well, when Donovan asked who Missy was, I said, my "other" little brother. Then he goes, "It seems like you spend more time with them than you do with us." And my mom goes, "That sounds like a cry for some attention."
(I HAD a really awesome entry... full of bickering dialogue between Donovan and I... I did. You're just gonna have to believe me. The rest of it was lost in cyberspace when Charter "High-Speed" Cable decided to tell me to fuck off. Grrr... By the way... this is the SAME Charter "High-Speed" Cable that someone came to the house to FIX TODAY!!!)
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
grace adler's wedding
Ya'll... okay. There are very few things that I cry for. But yes, I am a man with sensitive emotions and I do cry. I cried in Object of my Affection and I cry when I listen to "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds. Tonight, I cried again. I was watching WiLL & GRACe... FAVORITE show. Well... It was Grace's wedding (yeah, a rerun, but whatever). When Will told Grace that he couldn't give her away, I cried. It showed just how much r-thingies mean between two people that aren't necessarily dating. Hmm...
Rule Number 19: The WiLL and GRACe Rule
Platonic r-thingies are incredibly special, and should never be taken for granted.
Rule Number 19: The WiLL and GRACe Rule
Platonic r-thingies are incredibly special, and should never be taken for granted.
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