My Socks Are on Fire!
I am writing this as I begin my thirty hour fast. I have woken up at five am, eaten a Quizno’s sub, a sleeve of Ritz crackers and a large glass of milk. I will not eat again until tomorrow at communion. Wish me luck.
Comick Book Guy: Shortest. Post. Ever.
Well today was another fruitful day at work.
I got called in after my rehearsal, so I was there from about 4:15 until closing, but the good part was that I was covering for Steve the music guy, and thusly I was working in music for the seven odd hours. Working in music is different form working anywhere else in the store because you get to wander all over the department when there aren’t any costumers (often), and you have fewer people complaining. There is the one exception to the rule though, a woman told me tat the store’s muzak was like sand in a bathing suit. I wished to informer that many customers could be just as irritating, but refrained because I didn’t want to be fired today. The dude working the drive-through at Wendy’s also informed me that it’s a Biggie Pr Pepper, and not a large Dr Pepper. I wanted to say, “so I should call you a Biggie moron instead of a large moron?” but Instead I just said “’k whatever”
Today at school (before work, I’m going backwards here {kinda like memento}, work with me) I attempted to find out what the plans were for after the prom, but didn’t gather much. I’m thinking about just having my own exclusive after prom shindig, but I’m not sure I want to take on the planning that’s involved with that. Possible events include late night bowling, movies, driving to places, such as Denny’s and seven-eleven and just hanging out until 8 AM. Wait, that actually sounds pretty good. Planning done.
Another sad but true post from a blog:
yo yo yo~ feeling kinda happy right now, coz i got 4 new adds in my friendster and i have 5 new testimonials (hobbit pressed the Add button twice, so actually got 4 only. lol)!!
i'm in school canteen right now, specially came early to use the net coz got alot of stuff needa settle. i blog alot of stuff this morning, so you guys can read like mad later on (jus scroll down). i've a bad news man, i heard from my sis, that my papa said he can't finish the renovations for my new house in time!!! OMG~~~ i think May den can finish... but according to my sis, my mama said May is not a good month to move in a new house, coz it's the 4th month of the Lunar Calendar.. so.. i probably can move in only in JUNE... -___________________________________________-||||
KILL ME~~!!!!! i've discussed with my sis, i think we're requesting my dad to transfer the SCV net connection to punggol, if not i'll really die man.. hafta see how lo.. haiz..
This wonderful gem was also on a page with at least three different framesets that were indistinguishable from each other, making scrolling very hard.
Well the weekend was pretty interesting, overall.
Friday night Cheaper by the Dozen opened, (and all of you that can should come see it) and as is to be expected there was a huge opening night gala after the show sponsored by Tony Roma’s (a Place for Ribs) which was pretty boring until about 1 A.M. when most of the boring people left and the rest of us started playing the soundtrack from Chicago and reenacting the matching scenes.
Saturday after the show we had planned to go to Bennigan’s for a while but my father changed his mind because he was tired. I asked around and managed to convince Liz and John to go and Kelsey wanted to go but her mom didn’t want her to go out two nights in a row. I pleaded with her mom to let her go and se finally agreed, but under the condition that she would be home by midnight. Well after dropping my father off at home it was eleven before we got to Bennigan’s and Liz and John were already there, but it was still five minutes before our waitress ambled over to take our drink orders. She was fairly prompt with my Dr Pepper but she didn’t ask if we knew what we wanted t order, like most competent food service providers. About ten minutes after we got our drinks she comes back and I ordered the turkey o’toole Kelsey and Liz split the sampler, and John got a buffalo chicken sandwich. I say he got one, but it was actually over half an hour before our food showed up. If you’ve been doing the math in your head, (I know I have) then you know that the time is about eleven forty five, when our food finally shows up, leaving about seven minutes for Kelsey and I to scarf down our respective food products and hightail it back to her house. I managed to get her home by 12:02 and asked her to apologize profusely to her mom and particularly Bob, her stepfather, about the two-minute discrepancy.
Today in Sunday school I learned that a good friend of mine was having a harder time with his recent breakup, than I had previously thought, and that he had had trouble sleeping because of dwelling on it. Which was kind of ironic when the bible study turned out to be over Philippians 4:4-8 (look it up). After church my mom and I went to Sam’s to purchase some foodicles, and most of the trip was spent discussing the presentation being held by the Colorado School of Mines later that afternoon. I didn’t want to go based on the fact that I had not only been to the college this summer, but that all colleges say the same thing. She said that because she had already R.S.V.P.’d (even though I didn’t want to go in the first place) that we had to go. The discussion came to a conclusion when she bought me pizza and a Dr Pepper to settle it.
At the seminar, they said the same thing that all colleges say, but there was free cheesecake, which helped sweeten the deal (rim shot). My dad and I passed the time by taking apart the pen’s they gave us, and my father fashioned is into a makeshift blowgun. The seminar was boring and most of the parents there were apparently clueless (or at least the ones asking questions were), and it lasted three and a half hours, but afterward my dad and I watched Freddy vs. Jason which was as funny as I expected it to be. Including the television station KRGR.
And I've contrived some sort of a plan to help my fellow man
Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings
So we'll be tipped off to when they're ticked off
Cause we'll know just what they're thinking
Just what they're thinking...
She's so pretty but she but doesn't always act that way
Her mood's out swinging on the swing set almost every day
She said to me that she's so happy it's depressing
And all I said was "someone get that girl a mood ring”
Well knock me over and call me firestone.
I’m freaking tired.
Wow, Twin Arrows was a blast and a half. I left Friday afternoon right after school, and started doing twin arrows stuff, it was pretty standard until immediately after one of my skills Mr. Mauk (youth staff, but you call everybody Mr. whatever out of respect) and explains that the SPL and him had this idea that, because we didn’t have a patrol to give the horse’s tail (“award” for the patrol that needs the most improvement) to that we were going to set up the adult staff t o get it. By we I mean that I was volunteered to wear one of the adults smoky bear hats and prance around like a ninny in the parking lot during the flag assembly. With little or no warning I found myself holding the hat and hiding behind a trailer ion the parking lot. I waited until the patrol that currently had the horse’s tail to come forward, then I ran out and began jumping off of things, dancing around things and just basically making a fool out of myself. It was great fun. The adults did get their payback, though. During one of our late night staff meetings the adults brought in Jumbo Jacks for everybody, with the exception of me, because I got a Jr. Burger.
Sbemail A Hundred is out.
Once there was a Dutchman his name was Johnny Verbeck
He made the finest sausages and sauerkraut and speck
He made the finest sausages the world had ever seen
Till one day he invented a sausage-making machine
CHORUS
Oh, Mr. Johnny Verbeck
How could you be so mean?
I told you, you’d be sorry for inventing that machine
Now all the neighbors cats and dogs will never more be seen
They’ve all been ground to sausages in Johnny Verbeck’s machine
One day a boy came walking he walked right in the store
He bought a pound of sausages and laid them on the floor
The boy began to whistle he whistled up a tune
And all the little sausages started dancing ‘round the room
CHORUS
One day the thing got busted the darn thing wouldn’t go
So Johnny Verbeck, he climbed inside to se what made it so
His wife she had a nightmare while walking in her sleep
She gave the crank a heck of a yank and Johnny Verbeck was meat
CHORUS
His wife she sold the sausages she sold them by the pound
And it wasn’t long at all before the word had gotten ‘round
The people they still ate them, they just said “what the heck!”
‘Cause no one makes good sausages quite like Johnny Verbeck
Musings:
How many people at faith know of/about me? Sure I’ve been a couple of shows and I’ve had compliments on my excellent portrayal of a Christmas tree, but those were mostly from elementary students. Today I realized that I’m more recognizable than I thought I was. It’s kind of weird in the sense that I don’t know any of these people but my name seems to have made at least some traversions of the Highschool Information Transfer System (HITS for short [which I just made up on the spot in drama today]). Now don’t get me wrong I don’t think I’m some big shot at faith or anything or anything, it’s just that people who I’ve never met call me by my name. It’s kind of surreal. (like the Angry White Boy Polka [http://flashplayer.com/music/angrywhiteboypolka.html])
Today my father arrived home from Tulsa and my mother and sister left for Tulsa. Had they not been using different modes of transportation, I’m sure they would have passed each other on the road. Being as it was that my father and I were home alone tonight we did what any true blue guys would have done we went to Albertson’s and bought (this is exactly what we bought, and all we bought) pizza, beer (for him), Dr Pepper (for me), hotdogs, pork rinds, and cashews. We then came home and watched a movie.
It’s kind of weird, since Wal-Mart has opened up and Burrus closed, the Albertson’s in grapevine has become the new Burrus. By that I mean that a bunch of old people shop there and not much of anybody else. But at least it wasn’t busy.
Tomorrow I start Twin Arrows, the scout junior leadership-training course I’m staffing on. It’ll be very little sleep, lots of songs, poorly cooked food and caffeine. Fun!
This is the story of two brothers, Hing and Ming. One day their pet chicken fell ill, began to molt, and soon lost all of its feathers. Each was devoted to the search for the cure. They differed greatly on how it was to be found. The brothers decided that this would be an ideal test case and agreed to each spend two months trying to cure the chicken.
Hing immediately went back to the university. Having boned up on ornithology and traditional Chinese medicine, he decided that the answer was a prescription of gum-tree leaf tea. He gathered bushels of the tea leaves, brewed gallons of the tea, and poured it into the chicken for the two months.
Meanwhile, Ming traveled all around China, praying at the shrines of his ancestors. One night he had a dream. His ancestors appeared and told him to feed the chicken tea made from gum-tree leaves. Ming, aware of his brother's lack of success, decided that the problem was quantity. He gathered whole CARTLOADS of leaves, and brewed BARRELS of the tea, and poured them into the chicken for the two months. At the end of the time, the poor chicken was still as naked as a bowling ball.
Moral: All of Hing's courses, and all of Ming's kin; couldn't make gum tea refeather a hen.
(Courtesy of http://www.dullmen.com)
Today in my life:
I put more a bunch of miles on my van, just by driving around Grapevine.
I had to put up with Mr. Brooks for two hours during rehearsal. ):
I got my hair cut all 1920’s like.
I realized the longer I stay up, the earlier I wake up.
I figured out what went wrong with the blogger interface.
Now it’s time for the synopsis/review of “Join Me” by Danny Wallace (for Jennie Lee, who will probably never actually read this) which I finished two days ago. The tagline of “Join Me” is “the True story of a man who started a cult… by accident.” While good at getting the interest of potential readers, all of the negative things associated with the word cult spring to mind, a problem that the author himself brings up. Cults are seen as groups of crazy people who are trying to get to outer space by meditation, or enjoy mass suicides. Danny makes it apparent that he is extremely opposed to these things. “Join Me” starts out with Danny receiving the letter from his first joinee, as they come to be called. And then goes into the back-story of what happened before. He explains that his great uncle had just recently died and while at the funereal, Danny learned of a commune that his great uncle tried form when he was younger. The family joke is that he only got three people to join him. Danny decides to help his great uncle’s dram live on by placing an ad in the local newspaper asking people to join him by sending him one passport sized photograph to a P.O. box. That’s all it takes. After a slow start, Danny makes a web page (www.join-me.co.uk), which helps bring in a bunch of new people. Most of the joinees want to know what it is that they’ve joined and Danny manages to come up with “the first commandment of Join Me,” “make old men happy.” Danny ends up traveling all over Europe to meet his joinees and spread the word of good deeds. His idea of helping old men blossoms into doing random acts of kindness every Friday, which he calls Good Fridays. It’s real crazy. Including sending some one over eighty bags of peanuts. But to use a phrase that twisted my git on Reading Rainbow, “if you want to find out how it ends you’ll have to read it your self.” (Or you could just ask me in person)
(the lyrics to the join me song go here)
OK blogger just got whack. I go to update this very blog you are reading right now but the entire update interface is all not right. it's like it got dumbed down. Before there were various frames that made it easy to write and check other administrative like things at the same time. But now it’s a bunch of individual pages, and because I’m on a computer that’s slower that molasses (Mo’ lasses? Why I ain’t had
no lasses, Mista Bones) and having to click from page to page takes a lot of time.
Also I’ve discovered that most of the web comics I read don’t, in fact, update at midnight, or at least midnight my time. That’s annoying. But it has given me tme to catch up on the Real Life Comic Archive.
Well while I was at work I tried to find “Are You Dave Gorman” and “Dave Gorman’s Googlewhack Adventure” only to come up empty handed in the computer. I could find no mention of either one in the system. This was slightly annoying because they both on my to be read list. I did however pick up “Rosencrantz and Guilderstern Are Dead” which reminds me of conversations that I’ve had with many of my friends. Anyway, I get home and try to find out what the deal is with the Dave Gorman books, only to find that they aren’t printed in the U.S. That ain’t cool. I checked around and found them at amazon.co.uk, but when I did the math it came to about $40 American with shipping for both books. Also not cool. I’m probably going to end up buying them at some point in time anyway, but with my current work schedule being about one shift per week or less, I don’t have a lot of extra cash flow.
My computer is so slow…
How slow is it?
It’s so slow that if you spin the scroll wheel too fast the page starts scrolling up.
It’s so slow that I can click five different times before the first one registers.
It’s so slow that loading a web page causes the CD-ROM to slow down.
It’s so slow that I can type my username and password in before the first character appears in the box.
Stupid people have too much access to technology, case in point:
(taken from a random blog)
Smashing light bulbs is AWESOME. xcept my neighbor is kinda pissed at me now.
note: 3-8-04: my mom found out and is very mad too. yay!
I wish I could say I am just making this stuff up.
In other news I asked Kelsey today. I was planning to anyway, but my overly large mouth managed to make sure of it when I announced to my drama class that I was taking her. Being the person I am, I didn’t take stock of who was actually in the room at the time and realized all-too-late that one of Kelsey’s really good friends was within earshot. I then had to catch her in the hall and ask that she not say anything to Kelsey about it because I was just shooting off my mouth. Of course I’m telling this story just to prolong the amount of time before I reveal how Kelsey responded when I asked her. In all honesty it was very anticlimactic, I just said, “so, you want to go to the prom?” and she said “sure.” Well actually she first said, “you don’t have a date yet?” and then I said, “Well if I did would I be asking you?” and then I followed it up with a poorly phrased compliment, “unless of course I’m just trading up.” and then smiled. Then she said sure. All of this of course took place back stage during a scene where everybody but the two of us was on stage. And of course immediately after I asked, I was required on stage where we proceeded to run through all of my scenes, completely ruining the chance to talk to her about it and stuff. But it did give her an opportunity to go talk to the other stage manager, who just happens to be another good friend of Kelsey, and whose name I have completely forgotten. Of course I think she went and talked to her because the next time I saw her she gave me this kind of weird look. Now I just need to find that letter they mailed to us, that had all of the information about everything, but the tickets, tell faith who she is, and get her “approved” by whoever is in charge. (No I’m not joking about that last part, but I wish I were)
Multiply, multiply
Jesus said to the fishes and the bread, "Multiply."
Thousands all stood hungry waiting on the shore
Afterward they gathered twelve full baskets more
Well in the past twelve hours, two exciting tings have happened to me. The first would be that my computer, Jeff the Ninja Pirate Space Monkey, has traveled to another dimension so far removed from this one, that she is apparently dead. Now you're asking yourself "If Jeff is truly dead, then how on earth is Kevin posting on is blog?" Well my friends in cyberspace, I’m currently using my sister's old computer, which is a veritable piece of junk, and which is currently my only means of getting to the Internet. When I say piece of junk I mean that the mouse doesn’t respond properly, the keyboard doesn’t always register key presses (particularly h and p), it has no external speakers and it cost $150 when we first got it. Up until last night I was joking about how my computer is the worst one in the house, because we just recently bought a new computer for my sister's birthday, and my mother's PC is only six months old. My computer on the other hand was approaching its third birthday, which in computer years is about fifteen billion. I didn’t mind that my computer wasn’t great, it still suited my needs fine and there weren’t any games that I had that wouldn’t play on it. But then last night I got ambitious and decided to cannibalize my mother’s old computer and put its dvd-rom drive in my computer, because I didn’t have one. (Like I said, 15 billion.) During the process Jeff died. My father and I tried to figure out what could possibly have gone wrong and couldn’t find anything the matter, but the hard drive wouldn’t spin up.
And now for an impromptu eulogy:
Oh Jeff, how will we get on thee? Thy 40 gig hard drive, thy 64 meg Geforce2 Video card, thy multitude of musical splendor. (That’s another thing, I had nearly 1700 songs on her.)
Anyway, my dad and I are going to try and transfer some of the critical data from Jeff onto the monstrosity I’m using right now, but with only a six gig hard drive space is limited.
The second exciting that happened to me was that I spilled a bowl of mini ravioli on my kitchen. And I mean I spilled it on the kitchen. About a quarter of the kitchen was covered in tomato sauce. Because my mother and sis had just left moments before the cleanup job was to be done by myself. I started on the wall and door first because, I knew that they would be the hardest to clean later, and then I called the dog in to start working on the floor. While she got busy with that, I started working on my pants, which I sprayed ‘n’ washed and Shout Wiped until they smelled like lemon ravioli. I then put the final touches on the floor using a dry Swiffer Wet. En I sat down and began to write this post while my pants were on the spin cycle.
No lyrics today in remembrance of Jeff. (And because I usually put whatever it is I’m listening to, which because of dead Jeff, is nothing.)
PS. We did laundry yeaterday, and apaerntly nobody cleaned the lint screen in the dryer. When I checked it before putting my pants in, the lint was almost half an inch thick!
In my continuing tradition of completely ignoring the big things(tornado weather) and focusing on other stuff, today was book club day.
"Ooh, book club day," you're thinking "he's going to tell us about whicheverbook it was he finished most recently." But this infact is not the case. Book club day at my house is the day once a month where i come home to a livingroom full of tweenaged homeschoolers who at one point, earlier in the day might have talked to eachother about somthing they read recently. When i get home i usually retreat directly to my room and hide there until the last one has left, but today i stopped by the kitchen first, grabbed some food and made small talk with the mothers of the children in the club.
THEN i retreated to my romo and began writing this post, so here i am writing this right now. I just sneezed.
What happened to dignity
Did it go away again?
Just like a worn out trend?
Will I still defend emotions?
What happened to honesty?
I don't see it on the Top Ten
I only see it in what has been
Cuz I still defend devotion
Commence Rambling!
Stop bringing your boyfriends to rehearsals! That is one of the most insensitive things that someone can do during a show, in my opinion. They don’t need to be there, and we don’t need to see you fawning over them. Honestly, he doesn’t even go to our school! We don’t need him there. (Enough pronouns in that last sentence?)
As a good friend put it "Faith's left hand doesn’t know what their left arm is doing," for years faith has not allowed part time students to attend their junior senior prom and while I don’t like it the choice is up to them and so I had formulated a plan to circumvent the system and was trying to find a good time to use my plan, when I receive a letter from Faith inviting me to the prom. I can’t say I’m overly suprised, just because I’m used to faith pulling this kind of sudden and unexplainable change in policy. So now I just need someone to take. Of course I don’t
need someone to go with but I would like it. Tonight after the cheaper rehearsal, I was taking Kelsey home and I was trying to find a way to ask her. I stopped at Taco Something, in an effort to provide more talking time, but by the time I had managed to steer the conversation to talk of the prom, I was pulling into her driveway. SO I just beat myself up about it all the way home. In the Words of another friend "Yeah, you have to ask somebody, that’s the problem."
Also I’ve been reading some other random peoples journals or blogs or whatever you want to call them, and I once again came to realize that there are a lot of stupid people in the world, (no I’m not talking about yours) the internet is full of inarticulate, shallow, idiots who think that other people want to read about how often you get drunk or high. Bleh.
Spiderman's master plan
Build his own little spider clan
In the woods, now they're troops
Fighting for special interest groups
