The secret's out, but it's too loud to think it.
I feel like apoligising for the unhappy post. So i will. ahem... sorry.
i'm feeling better, not about my school or lazyness or anything specific like that, just overall. It happens, and i was happy before i lost at poker, so i'll just blame it on that. I'll talk to you guys later, i love the lot of ya.
I dont know what's up. I dont know why i dont feel like i'm being all i can be. I dont want to join the army. I dont know why i have an english assingment due in a week and a half, and wont start it till the night before. I dont know why it's 2:45 and i dont know whether to sleep or dip for another 20. I dont know why i wont fucking clean my room. Is it lazyness. Cause i hate it when my mom calls me lazy. I always thought it was just a difference in prioreties. I thought i didn't mow the lawn, because mowing the lawn isn't important to me. I'm saying to myself that i really want to clean my room, i want a clean room. but my room isn't clean. So what does that mean? I have no idea. I'd rather be in a situation where i had problems with society, because problems with myself aren't really anything that warrents complaining about. i gotta go.
i felt required to say that. Stuff must be done. Life should not be a routine. If i dont do something half exciting or risky in the next week, i want everyone to keep asking me what i did, so that i felt shame in my lack of an answer. I need your help. Thanks.
Dave, $100. It's on.
Now, mr casino, i have an income, we shall dance. that we shall.
yeah, well, my teacher is satan. In the purest and most evil form. I'm in his office complaining about my mark of 5 out of ten on my most recent assignment, when there's a reoccuring comment on the first 3 pages about how i should've used a larger table with whatever in it, then there's a large x on the final page. 2 questions, first 3 pages refer to question 1, last 2 pages, question 2. He takes about 20 minutes explaining what's wrong with question one, i feel it's fair that i lost some marks, i used a different method to do the stuff, that's fine, so we move on to question two. the fourth page is flawless, riddled with checkmarks, and we move on to 5, i ask him what's wrong with it, he says, oh i thought that was a different part of the first question. (genius) so he looks it over again, crosses out the x, and puts some checks here and there, and says 'yeah, that's right' then starts bitching about the first question again. I feel i've gotten my marks, so i'll just move out, i sum up with, yeah, i know what's wrong here, do i get any marks for this question that you thought was wrong? and he says something about what i got wrong on the first question, so i ask "so this question here is worth nothing? (indicating first question)" and he says no, you'll get 2 or 3 marks here, "so wouldnt' that be 7 out of ten?", and then the fucker grins, looks at me, and says "well, i can just make this question worth 8". speechless. and i quote "OEIJHAPWEROIGJA".
thanks for your time.
I was at walmart with colin and albert, and albert is talking about how his girlfriend doesn't want him to play as much poker, and i say how tim was saying the same thing, his girl is wanting him to quit, and then colin says "good thing i'm ugly". It was good for a laugh.
on a more serious note, contrairy to my beliefs, i checked my bank account a few days ago, and i dont have five to six hundred dollars left, i had about three hundred thirty. That blew, and another thing that sucks is that tonight i went to the casino and i lost a hundred five. So basically, sans a job which i'm still working on the motivation for, i have about two hundred dollars till may. and theres still a few books to buy.
I reapplied to ottawa, cause i lost the package they'd sent me. Friggidiot.
I can't wait untill i'm home, and have consiterably less worries. But i'm going to miss these silly fuckers. i really am. They're good people, really good people.
There was an open mike friday, and there'll be another one two weeks thursday, i played like 7 songs, did well on the ones i normally do well on, and sucked ass at ones that i normally do slightly less well on. This time, i had absolutely no plans on what i was going to play, so some weird songs hit the lineup. Also I figure i need to learn to sing into a mic. The songs i played were, without you, just, satalite, she says, comfortable, creep, and been thinking about you. Next time i go, i figure i'm going to rip up some john mayer, "why georgia", "my stupid mouth", "love song for no one". no frigging doubt. And it was neat to see that just was a hit, they loved it solid. Also for next time, i'd like to have some dashboard hooked up. One thing i liked about my perfomance, one might even go as far as to say the only thing, was the way i chattered during the songless parts. I made eye contact, pointed at people saying things like "you know what i'm talking about", i had people laughing at times, it was great. I want to be able to sing slow down, and i'm temped to give it a run next week. we'll see. I'd also like to be able to put together a good job of 'everything else'. cause kate said i could sing it.
that was a long paragraph. 'obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated.' - clark aitken
Loved and loving.- smig
I'm listining to crazy game of poker. It's making me want to play poker, but i have an assignment due tomorrow, and tuesday, and wednesday, so i should finish tomorrows.
how bout a revolution.
on the chance that it'll make someone grin, i just thought i'd throw out the fact that i'm feeling good. Life is good. Music is terrific.
I came here in my uncles new Acura. shibby. I could tell you that heated leather seats are comfortable, but it's really something you should feel for yourself. My younger cousin just brought me a piece of apple pie, and i grabbed a beer from my uncles fridge. And i'm feeling kinda funky kinda fine.
Okay, here's how it'll go down: Kent i'll ask you "johnny, how you doing tonight?" at which time you'll look at me with a face full of fright, and i'll try not to laugh at this face of yours, and i'll follow with, "how bout a revolution?" you'll answer with "right."
Dave, you dont have comments, this is obviously a concious decision, but it leaves me few places to comment about how i'm happy you're having good times, this is one of my places though, so yeah, good on ya buddy.
Aine, you're in a muddle about what to do next year. I dont have an answer, but i've got something that you could think about. I was reading a readers digest the other night, and it had an article with a bunch of quotes from people who said what they would've liked to say to their younger selves if they could. and one person said "if you're already having fun at one house, you shouldn't leave in hopes of having more fun at another". I guess, aine, you could think about whether you agree with that. personally, i think it's crap. If you dont go, you may have some fun, but you'll wonder if there was more fun elsewhere, take chances. junk like that.
I'm sure many of you will be proud, cause i'm starting to develop another solid cover of a cover. That being one. I just played it for my grandparents, cousins, uncle, aunt. They liked it. I was happy. It gets pretty high in the whole "love is a temple" part, but i thought i did pretty well. I"m planning on recording myself doing that, see how it sounds, and if it sounds good i'll probably fire it up on the website.
There's an open mike at the well on friday apparently. I'm going to play obviously. I"m thinking creep and been thinking about you will have to be on for sure. And if i develop the required guts then i'll see about i'll back you up, but that song still scares me, cause even the times when i hit the notes, they feel like they're ready to crack. I'm also thinking about playing one, or hear you me, or she says. It's all fairly up in the air. But naturally i'm pumped,and as Xxx said, in the movie with his name, "i live for this".
If you havn't seen that movie, and you're prepared to laugh at the lack of realism in a movie, you could watch it, and enjoy yourself, with many a hearty laughter.
I was just going to finish this off with "go oakland", but i think i'll finish my beer before i go away, so i've gotta come up with more stuff to talk about.
I should come up with a list of some sort. Uh, what do i need a list of. shit, this is gonna get worse before it gets better.
pros to a list.
- something to do.
- continue post.
i'll shut up.
i hope everyone is happy to the best of their ability.
That's easily the best title/first line i've ever used, and unfortionately, it has nothing to do with anything, other then that i'm listening to matt good, and i'm bored enough to do a post. I'm going to enjoy 3 of my classes this year, and 1 will be hell. That's pretty good odds. sorta. we'll see what happens.
since i wrote that about 4 hours have passed, i tried to do some homework and failed miserably. I'm going to try again.
overall, it went well cause the 2nd wellness eliminated the second poorly and was "well" on top of that fact. so the final tally comes out to 3 to 2. and the last poorly was just walking back down the hill to get my school bag from the cafeteria. Other highlights include showing up late for my first stats lab, not having to write a computer science test, enjoying the cs class as a whole, and writing a test which i didn't know i had untill i walked into a class ten minutes late. But that was soon nulled out by the fact that i decided to drop that course, and go into calc 4. Fuck you differential equations.
in other exciting news, today was my first day of classes, and nothing eventful happened. i have a test tomorrow in a class i haven't yet attended, so i'll report on that later.
i talked to ashley yesterday, that was nice, she seemed entertained by my mono. (overheard on the phone) "hey guys, simon has mono!". I do what i can. But yeah, she was still happy to hear from me, and asked about when i was coming home, stuff like that. which was niceish. I hope to see her, but with mono, i know that nothing could come from it. which is both relaxing and dull. that's all folks.
btw, i've gotta say something about foghorn leghorn. How cool is foghorn leghorn? if that's your question, or mine, then the answer (of course) is very very cool. i say i say boy!. (note, my impressions on computer are better then in person).
but seriously, foghorn leghorn. i'd happily pay some amount of money for a poster, or hat, or shirt, or some other form of foghorn leghorn para-FEN-a-lee-uh.
I feel like apoligising for the unhappy post. So i will. ahem... sorry.
i'm feeling better, not about my school or lazyness or anything specific like that, just overall. It happens, and i was happy before i lost at poker, so i'll just blame it on that. I'll talk to you guys later, i love the lot of ya.
this might be the beer, or the money loss talking, but i'm going to try and stop playing poker for at least a full week. I'm tired of it being 3 am before i sleep if i'm lucky. I'm not getting any smarter, or more in shape, And as of late, i'm certainly not getting any richer. string of random swear words. So i think my biggest problem now, is that i dont care enough about school to try at it, but i care enough to be disapointed in my failures. There was an assignment due today, and i didn't pass it in, and i'm quite disapointed in myself. I wrote a quiz today, likely 0/2, i got one back today, undoubtable 0/2. One good piece of news is that i recently heard from my good friend chris that in order to get into university of ottawa, i need only to have a brain. To which i replied, "alright! i'm half way there!" then i preceeded to be disapointed in his response to what i thought what a clever joke.
I dont know what's up. I dont know why i dont feel like i'm being all i can be. I dont want to join the army. I dont know why i have an english assingment due in a week and a half, and wont start it till the night before. I dont know why it's 2:45 and i dont know whether to sleep or dip for another 20. I dont know why i wont fucking clean my room. Is it lazyness. Cause i hate it when my mom calls me lazy. I always thought it was just a difference in prioreties. I thought i didn't mow the lawn, because mowing the lawn isn't important to me. I'm saying to myself that i really want to clean my room, i want a clean room. but my room isn't clean. So what does that mean? I have no idea. I'd rather be in a situation where i had problems with society, because problems with myself aren't really anything that warrents complaining about. i gotta go.
damn, i'll bring them to their knees.
i felt required to say that. Stuff must be done. Life should not be a routine. If i dont do something half exciting or risky in the next week, i want everyone to keep asking me what i did, so that i felt shame in my lack of an answer. I need your help. Thanks.
Dave, $100. It's on.
Hey, i got a job sorta deal, which should be good for some money. It's not a normal kinda job which will make the hours good. I'm going door to door selling.... that's right... vaccuums. Now's when i tell you, that a sizeable chunk of that first sentance is a lie. I did get sort of a job, and i am going door to door, but i'm asking people if they want a free estimate on having their house painted, if they do, i get paid, simple as that. Really, who turns down a free estimate, i'm sure hundreds would, if it weren't for my charming personality, and rugged good looks.
Now, mr casino, i have an income, we shall dance. that we shall.
Okay, it's not going to get to me, it's been such a good day prior to that bullshit. I had some great comments from aine, which made me smile, great emails from dave, which did similar. And i like the shirt i'm wearing. i'm unstoppable.
i'm not going to get upset, school doesn't matter, it's okay, smile... smile... OEIJHAPWEROIGJA.
yeah, well, my teacher is satan. In the purest and most evil form. I'm in his office complaining about my mark of 5 out of ten on my most recent assignment, when there's a reoccuring comment on the first 3 pages about how i should've used a larger table with whatever in it, then there's a large x on the final page. 2 questions, first 3 pages refer to question 1, last 2 pages, question 2. He takes about 20 minutes explaining what's wrong with question one, i feel it's fair that i lost some marks, i used a different method to do the stuff, that's fine, so we move on to question two. the fourth page is flawless, riddled with checkmarks, and we move on to 5, i ask him what's wrong with it, he says, oh i thought that was a different part of the first question. (genius) so he looks it over again, crosses out the x, and puts some checks here and there, and says 'yeah, that's right' then starts bitching about the first question again. I feel i've gotten my marks, so i'll just move out, i sum up with, yeah, i know what's wrong here, do i get any marks for this question that you thought was wrong? and he says something about what i got wrong on the first question, so i ask "so this question here is worth nothing? (indicating first question)" and he says no, you'll get 2 or 3 marks here, "so wouldnt' that be 7 out of ten?", and then the fucker grins, looks at me, and says "well, i can just make this question worth 8". speechless. and i quote "OEIJHAPWEROIGJA".
thanks for your time.
I formated my computer, so it aughta work for at least a few days.
I was at walmart with colin and albert, and albert is talking about how his girlfriend doesn't want him to play as much poker, and i say how tim was saying the same thing, his girl is wanting him to quit, and then colin says "good thing i'm ugly". It was good for a laugh.
on a more serious note, contrairy to my beliefs, i checked my bank account a few days ago, and i dont have five to six hundred dollars left, i had about three hundred thirty. That blew, and another thing that sucks is that tonight i went to the casino and i lost a hundred five. So basically, sans a job which i'm still working on the motivation for, i have about two hundred dollars till may. and theres still a few books to buy.
I reapplied to ottawa, cause i lost the package they'd sent me. Friggidiot.
I can't wait untill i'm home, and have consiterably less worries. But i'm going to miss these silly fuckers. i really am. They're good people, really good people.
There was an open mike friday, and there'll be another one two weeks thursday, i played like 7 songs, did well on the ones i normally do well on, and sucked ass at ones that i normally do slightly less well on. This time, i had absolutely no plans on what i was going to play, so some weird songs hit the lineup. Also I figure i need to learn to sing into a mic. The songs i played were, without you, just, satalite, she says, comfortable, creep, and been thinking about you. Next time i go, i figure i'm going to rip up some john mayer, "why georgia", "my stupid mouth", "love song for no one". no frigging doubt. And it was neat to see that just was a hit, they loved it solid. Also for next time, i'd like to have some dashboard hooked up. One thing i liked about my perfomance, one might even go as far as to say the only thing, was the way i chattered during the songless parts. I made eye contact, pointed at people saying things like "you know what i'm talking about", i had people laughing at times, it was great. I want to be able to sing slow down, and i'm temped to give it a run next week. we'll see. I'd also like to be able to put together a good job of 'everything else'. cause kate said i could sing it.
that was a long paragraph. 'obsessed is a word the lazy use to describe the dedicated.' - clark aitken
Loved and loving.- smig
I had a pretty good time last night, lost at poker for the first time since i got back, just $10 though. I am realizing i have nothign to say, but i'll see what i can do about faking it.
I'm listining to crazy game of poker. It's making me want to play poker, but i have an assignment due tomorrow, and tuesday, and wednesday, so i should finish tomorrows.
how bout a revolution.
on the chance that it'll make someone grin, i just thought i'd throw out the fact that i'm feeling good. Life is good. Music is terrific.
I came here in my uncles new Acura. shibby. I could tell you that heated leather seats are comfortable, but it's really something you should feel for yourself. My younger cousin just brought me a piece of apple pie, and i grabbed a beer from my uncles fridge. And i'm feeling kinda funky kinda fine.
Okay, here's how it'll go down: Kent i'll ask you "johnny, how you doing tonight?" at which time you'll look at me with a face full of fright, and i'll try not to laugh at this face of yours, and i'll follow with, "how bout a revolution?" you'll answer with "right."
Dave, you dont have comments, this is obviously a concious decision, but it leaves me few places to comment about how i'm happy you're having good times, this is one of my places though, so yeah, good on ya buddy.
Aine, you're in a muddle about what to do next year. I dont have an answer, but i've got something that you could think about. I was reading a readers digest the other night, and it had an article with a bunch of quotes from people who said what they would've liked to say to their younger selves if they could. and one person said "if you're already having fun at one house, you shouldn't leave in hopes of having more fun at another". I guess, aine, you could think about whether you agree with that. personally, i think it's crap. If you dont go, you may have some fun, but you'll wonder if there was more fun elsewhere, take chances. junk like that.
I'm sure many of you will be proud, cause i'm starting to develop another solid cover of a cover. That being one. I just played it for my grandparents, cousins, uncle, aunt. They liked it. I was happy. It gets pretty high in the whole "love is a temple" part, but i thought i did pretty well. I"m planning on recording myself doing that, see how it sounds, and if it sounds good i'll probably fire it up on the website.
There's an open mike at the well on friday apparently. I'm going to play obviously. I"m thinking creep and been thinking about you will have to be on for sure. And if i develop the required guts then i'll see about i'll back you up, but that song still scares me, cause even the times when i hit the notes, they feel like they're ready to crack. I'm also thinking about playing one, or hear you me, or she says. It's all fairly up in the air. But naturally i'm pumped,and as Xxx said, in the movie with his name, "i live for this".
If you havn't seen that movie, and you're prepared to laugh at the lack of realism in a movie, you could watch it, and enjoy yourself, with many a hearty laughter.
I was just going to finish this off with "go oakland", but i think i'll finish my beer before i go away, so i've gotta come up with more stuff to talk about.
I should come up with a list of some sort. Uh, what do i need a list of. shit, this is gonna get worse before it gets better.
pros to a list.
- something to do.
- continue post.
i'll shut up.
i hope everyone is happy to the best of their ability.
see baby i got something right.
That's easily the best title/first line i've ever used, and unfortionately, it has nothing to do with anything, other then that i'm listening to matt good, and i'm bored enough to do a post. I'm going to enjoy 3 of my classes this year, and 1 will be hell. That's pretty good odds. sorta. we'll see what happens.
since i wrote that about 4 hours have passed, i tried to do some homework and failed miserably. I'm going to try again.
my day went poorly at the start, then well, then poorly, then well, then weller, then slightly poorly.
overall, it went well cause the 2nd wellness eliminated the second poorly and was "well" on top of that fact. so the final tally comes out to 3 to 2. and the last poorly was just walking back down the hill to get my school bag from the cafeteria. Other highlights include showing up late for my first stats lab, not having to write a computer science test, enjoying the cs class as a whole, and writing a test which i didn't know i had untill i walked into a class ten minutes late. But that was soon nulled out by the fact that i decided to drop that course, and go into calc 4. Fuck you differential equations.
well, i bought a tab book for californication saturday, and i wondered if i could afford it, and i see now that the answer is obvious, if i keep playing poker, i can. Last night, i took the boys for $85, ryan lost 10, jeremy and colin each 20, and albert for a big 35. I've played twice, and i'm up the same amount that i was up all of first semester, that being about 120. i am feeling cocky.
in other exciting news, today was my first day of classes, and nothing eventful happened. i have a test tomorrow in a class i haven't yet attended, so i'll report on that later.
i talked to ashley yesterday, that was nice, she seemed entertained by my mono. (overheard on the phone) "hey guys, simon has mono!". I do what i can. But yeah, she was still happy to hear from me, and asked about when i was coming home, stuff like that. which was niceish. I hope to see her, but with mono, i know that nothing could come from it. which is both relaxing and dull. that's all folks.
btw, i've gotta say something about foghorn leghorn. How cool is foghorn leghorn? if that's your question, or mine, then the answer (of course) is very very cool. i say i say boy!. (note, my impressions on computer are better then in person).
but seriously, foghorn leghorn. i'd happily pay some amount of money for a poster, or hat, or shirt, or some other form of foghorn leghorn para-FEN-a-lee-uh.
i've been listening to some howie, and i've got the music bug again, i'm in a craze to create music, i have a melody to work with, which is exciting, cause i dont often have melodies, i normally have music, so this'll be weird. I'm just going to try and come up with some music that the melody works with, then i'll keep playing it with the melody and keep writing down what i say. and then a song will happen. that easy. I'm typing things that few people care about. But i'm not worried about it.
I just looked at the pictures page on Kent's site, the first one, not the second. And i left with the feeling that i have the best friends in the world. Yep, it feels good to be simon.