Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Supercilious








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Monday, October 13, 2003

For your reading "pleasure."

No, I have never done drugs purely for doing them, nor will I lol.

http://mural.uv.es/efuenva/pleasuresopium.html
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Black-eyed angels swam with me.

Mood: Okay.
Music: None.

I am in Computer Programming 1 right now...I should probably be doing my work, but what the hell, it's Monday.

Well, I would be doing my work, but we have a sub for a teacher today. Slack time for me.

I have been pretty out of it all day. My brain hasn't been able to function too well. Plus this cold.

Hm...I posted that Amorphis thread in the music lounge of OB and no one posted. Figures.

Today after school I need to get a note set up for this Derick Carsch person so I can interview them for my cookie story. First interview notes are due tomorrow. Bleh.

I either A)forgot my compact .mp3 cd player today or b)I have lost it. I went to get it during AP English class today and it wasn't there, only headphones. I am worried. If I have lost that then I am going to be so mad at myself for being so unresponsible.

What else...

We got our rewrites of our Frederick Douglass style formal essays back. I still only got a B+, since I refused to change anything. Yes, I'm stubborn, but I feel that I wrote it nicely the first time. The only thing I did was put comments in brackets for things--such as how I felt about writing in formal essay form, and other things.

The teacher had put "???" about some words and underlined them, such as commercialized, tainted, and "beautiful mess." I explained them all in my comments in brackets--and over those she just put, "I knew what this word meant."

Then why put question marks on it? You obviously didn't know what I meant, so I put it down, and then you just flatline me with, "I knew what this word meant." If you knew what it meant, then why put the "???"'s on it? Exactly. Unless she meant me to change them.

In my concluding comment, I told her that I found writing in formal essays like writing WITHOUT the reader in mind, and that I could write so much better just without writing in formal essay form.

She put, "...I don't know why you're in the class if you feel this way. Not that I don't enjoy you in class.." blah blah blah.

I took this class for a challenge.

School in general is way too easy I'd say. I pretty much slack all the time and am lazy and I still get A's and B's. I feel I could be challenged a lot more--especially with something like English, which I love.

So this is why I took AP.

She also said we are writing like this because this is how it will be on the AP test--which gives college credit--and also how it will be in college. I understand.

After class she asked me if I understood. I told her I would've said the same thing in her position.

And I would've.

We also always have to watch Channel One in AP Eng at the beginning of class. The question of the day was, "Do you think the SAT shows how well you will do in college?" and I decided to reply to this. So during Newspaper, which is a class I do mostly nothing in, I typed up a whole answer to it rather quickly. We'll see if they even use it.

I basically said that school is really easy for me. That I slack and still get A's and B's, and am very lazy and do things at the last minute. Then I said that all it takes to do this is to get used to what your teacher's teaching style is. Then it's as simple as doing that. And really, it is.

Then I said, how can college be much different? It shall certainly be more demanding and challenging, but really, I shall be done with my Generals pretty fast and in my career-specific classes, right?

So what's the point of colleges looking at scores on some stupid standardized test that looks at what you've gleaned from all you years working at school? And you know, really, most really smart people have such little common sense. And that's what I believe real intelligence is--being able to learn from experience, your surroundings, and adapt to it while still suiting yourself all at once. Really, that's what colleges should be worrying about. They shouldn't be looking at numbers. That's not what a student is. They are a living breathing person, not a number.

I say colleges should look at how enthusiastic students are at what they are planning to major in, or what their career path is. Because with that, you can accomplish a lot more than just with book smarts.

I'm not saying you don't need a basic understanding of all the subjects you learn at school--but really, you forget most of these things for your career-oriented information. So why do some stupid test?

Don't ask me.
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Die monster die.

Mood: Sickly Healthy.
Music: None.

After we went to eat for my birthday, I decided to get some new jeans. I need them badly, too.

I have never been a "clothes" person at all. I usually just wear jeans and a shirt, and boxers as per usual. That is all.


So yes...the only pairs of jeans I had that fit me decent were two pairs. And this was with a belt on them. So I went with my Mom to JC Penny, which is a very un-Mitchish thing indeed.

I ended up getting two pairs of jeans which are a much better fit on me. Much tighter. So yay.

It is funny how something as stupid as fabric can make you feel better and more...sexy, I suppose, if I shall use that word.

I actually enjoyed trying on pairs of jeans. Either the world is collapsing on top of me...or...or I actually enjoyed it...yes. Or something.

Yeah. Or something.

I also got some new boxers, which are much better than my older ones. They are also tighter on me.

The reason why so many of my clothes didn't fit me is because two summers ago I started losing weight. Indeed.

Indeed. So now I just feel tight, if you know what I mean (obvious sexual innuendos aside, please *rolls eyes*).

I actually felt better most of yesterday. I guess I was just groggy from not getting my sleep, as anyone would be.

I ended up also watching Football, of all things superfluous and most dead to me. And again...I actually enjoyed it. Strange, indeed. Mitch enjoying sports?

Not that I can play sports worth anything...no, not at all. I really am not physically built too well to do too well in sports. Not saying I don't think I look decent...but yes.

I watched the Broncos play the Steelers. The Broncos' quarterback fractured his shoulder last game, so they had a subbed quarterback. It was funny to watch, too. You know, they'd start a play...hand it off to a rusher...then just fall over. It would've just been better for the quarterback to start the play, act like he was shot in the heart, and fall over dead. That's how many people felt there, I am guessing.

What is even more amazing is that the Broncos won. That sort of just made my day...I mean..yeah.

I also am going to be getting an Mp3/CD player for my car...with speakers off of Ebay of all places now. 100 bucks. Yay.

The only thing I need to make into nihil now is this accosting cold. It feels somewhat worse in some ways today...and somewhat better in some ways today.

Die monster die!
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Sunday, October 12, 2003

Frogs.

what does friend mean to you?
a word so wrongfully abused?
you like me confused?
all included but you?
alone.

the sound of silence often soothes
pupils widen and change their hue
...

why's it have to be this way?
be this way..
be this way..
be this way..
be this way..
be this way....

the child sings and runs with you
innocence to you
grown to see the pain too soon

why's it have to be this way?
be this way..
be this way..
be this way..
be this way..
be this way...

your sad achin
want to see
you are lost
next we
are between
i'm still young
it'll be me

i've gotta wait
i've gotta wait
i've gotta wait

to drown this hate
it's a big mistake
you'll take
your
time
put me
through
every
direction

you say i can do it so well

your expiration
date
expiration
date
fate
date
expiration
date

last in line to hate

never fuck with me again
my own clean slate

don't fuck with me
makes the past gyrate
makes you shaaaaaake
irate.
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Bleed the freak.

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii kept running far over
Liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike love from a storm

please stand for me
name your god and bleed the freak
I'dddddddddddddd like to sayyyyyyyyy
how you all would bleed for me

when the pigs run slower
every arrow fly
when they shift last boulder
i'll pluck thine eye

please stand for meeeeeeeeeeeeee
name your god and bleed the freak
i'ddddddddddd like to sayyyyyyyyyyy
how you all would bleed for me

if you scarred my lover
satan got your thigh
if you're stealin hunger
i will kick you when you try

please stand for meeeeeeeeeeee
name your god and bleed the freak
i'd like to sayyyyyyyyyyyyy
how you all would bleed for me

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
fuckin tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimmeee
ooooooooooh
bleed for me
bleed for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

please stand for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
name your god and bleed the freak
i'd like to sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
how you all would bleed for me
please stand for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
name your god and bleed the freak
i'd like to sayyyyyyyyyyyy
how you all would bleed for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee



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Say hello to the rugs topography.

so glad to see you well
overcome and
completely silent
now that has helped
you cast your demons out

and not to pull your halo down
around your neck and tug you off your cloud
but i'm more than just a little
curious
how
you're plannin to go
about makin your amends
to the death
to the death

someone else's
atrocious story
now you stand reborn before us all
so glad to see you well

and not to pull your halo down
around your neck and tug you to the ground
but i'm more
than just a little
curious
how you're plannin
to go about
making your amends
to the death
to the death

[i'm more
than just a little
curious
how you're plannin
to go about makin your amends meshes together]
with your halooooooooooooooooooooo
slippin down
your haloooooooooooooooooooooooo
slippin
you haloooooooooooooooooooooo
slippin down
your halooooooooooooo
slippin down

your haloooooo
slippin down
your haloooooooooo
slippin down
your halooooooooooooo
slippin down
your haloooooooooooo
slippin down

your halo
slippin down
your halo
slippin down
to choke you now
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Come face to face with it push down your side. You saw your self-control words will collide.

Mood: Cranky, tired, other such feelings.
Music: Tea Party-GyroScope

It is my birthday. And it isn't a big deal at all to me.

I wasn't able to sleep too well last night because of this stupid cold, and because of it I am tired today, as well as I feel like crap from it as well. Otherwise I do not know what else to post in here...

I need to get a job as soon as I can so I can get my Dad to quit telling me over and over again that I have to repay him $300 to fix my car's damage.

I got about $130 for my birthday, and I'd rather just give it to my Dad. I already spent some of it last night, though. Some batteries for my .mp3 CD player and Bob Dylan's Blood on the Tracks. That costed about $24.

We went to wal-mart, and they had a car stereo there that played .mp3 CDs for $90. But I need new speakers my Dad says, and that would cost about $150, whereas I only have $105 about.

My parents themselves only gave me $50. I was expecting more....but I don't care. I don't want anything as far as I'm concerned. My Dad wouldn't give me the $50 more that I needed, so I didn't buy the mp3 car stereo thing. I don't really care though. I'll just waste all my money buying music CDs or something.

I don't want it to be tomorrow. Then it's time for school again.

I don't know. I'm not in a good mood, so anything I say in here is going to be negatized. It's one of those "I hate everything" moods, I suppose. Anyways...

dressed in a hearse
put your hand on the stoneblock
in the endless sea of my pattering ribs
that broke under pressure
sea pressure, tossing and turning, broken in the language i believed

keep raining an alphabet
the numerical silhouette of my teeth
that says from my lips, patters my lips, crimps
pleases don't let me choose my hands
the water is rushing, hitting, i'm falling down
trying to keep up
keep around

the procession of the A's and
the B wanted a home
a doctrined loving arm to hug
and E was caught in my eye
rubbing away the procession of ugliness
as it dotted my flowers on the earth
spinning in my arms
in my hands
in my life

keep raining an alphabet
drivel rain
desperate plea for a place

the numerical silhouette of my teeth
tht says from my lips, patters my lips
the spiral scissor cutting crimps
of the wires cutting hands and hitting me down
trying to keep up, keep around
i'm falling down

falling down
in the words i had
clutching them in my hands
as it dotted my flowers, painted my hairs

slow raining alphabet
divine, we'll both go down like tonsil men
speaking in coughs about fantasy of what was
part everything in our lips and ever after
in the drying rain we'll sit raw in our skins
boiling the sweltering trees and our lip melted appeals
the court is in session, cessation my direction
i'm drowing. i'm drowning in my own words
sputtering on the words i thought i knew

i'm falling down
i'm trying to keep up
dressed in a hearse
my whisper to the nurse
the beating heart in its core
want to stop it in my lungs

the words i thought i knew
falling down
in words i had
the slow
raining alphabet


they
laugh. in open words.
and hold the child hand
in hand in the raining.

they
give. in open lashes.
and hold the man in
the open rain
to catch the water.
all drops
of the words i thought
i knew.

therapidrumsofblood
i got the sniffles
falling from my nose
to tears that rub
holes in the sides of my cheeks

i caught the disease
from the weak
it speaks to me
i know it well
it catches in my throat
making me not feel so well

i gotta speak
but it's caught in my throat
from the raw red in my way
and it's starting to reek
as it bleeds from my hands

i got the sniffles
drew my hanky from my pocket
it's been labeled a joker
as i stand in the rain
washing it all be purged
to cold exchange

caught the disease
from the sickness
in the rain
never quite
felt the same

my heart sits here and beats. THE rapid drums of blood.
RED in the rain. LOVE.
i'm washing it all be purged. WASHING IT ALL on the wet curb.
H o w h a s it b e e n
Has it BEEN WELL? HAVE you been the BEST? WAIT my little one.
wait JUST a while. AS i SIT here in the RED rain.
never quite felt. the same.
THE rapid drums of BLOOD will carry you through the STORM.

we'll never FEEL warm. Never FEEL too comfortable.
i feel discarded. YOU feel sharded. WE feel slander in the rain.
quiet down. QUIET down. qUiEt doWN. they'LL hear US.
oh no Oh no OH No OHNO . we've caught THE SICKNESS.
never felt too WELL since i caught the red RAIN. LOVE.

i got the sniffles
falling from my nose
to tears that rub
holes in the side of my cheeks
i got a rose falling from
your hands.

it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING
i got a rose falling from
your hands.
it's wilting it's wilting ITS WILTING ITS WILTING
where have you gone? where have you been?
never quite felt the same.
feel shot. feel abused. feel used. feel slew.
and where are you? my heart sits here and beats.
stabbed a stake in my head and said i killed my dead.
bludgeoned my heart to a brain and gave it a parade.
my ignorance is on its GAME. my love is turning to a CHARADE.
and where are you? and WHERE ARE YOU? all i got was a rose falling from
YOUR HANDS.
all i got was red rain on the CURB.
THE RAPID DRUMS of BLOOD will CaRRY you THROUGH the storm

will carry you through the storm THROUGH the STORM through the
will carry you to your doom to your end to the slow train that takes you away
AND ILL to you. and death TO YOU. and I HATE YOU. and everLASTING peace
my heart SITSHERE and BEATS.

i caught a disease
and i can't help but cry
and i rub it all away
to tears on my cheeks
that only make holes
all over my face.
and all i got
was a falling rose from your hands.

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Saturday, October 11, 2003

Myxomatosis.

Mood: Decent.
Music: Radiohead-Street Spirit (Fade Out)

I didn't decide to go to our Homecoming game last night, I wasn't feeling up to it. But I had paid for my $10 Johnny Homes ticket, so I decided I should go to it. Before I left, my Dad and Brother and Grandpa decided they were going to the movie, and I still decided just to go to the dance.

I took a shower. Gelled up my hair. Brushed my teeth. Washed my face. All that good stuff. Then it was time to go.

When I got there, Ryan Dosch, the person I'd done my video thing with for history was there. We talked about the game, and I gleaned from him that we'd lost against The Midgets (the team we played against) and other things. Then, finally, he took the purse of his girl he called his "finace" and took me over to her. She was a sophomore from Bismarck High School (I go to CHS, as does Dosch). It was really, funny, too. Dosch is about 6-something, and the little Sophomore girl named Sara, his finace, came up to about Dosch's very lower torso.

After following Dosch around for a while longer and other such things, I went right next to the speakers, and right by the Johhny Holmes band.

They played all cover songs, much to my surprise. I thought they were actually going to play...songs of their own Needless to say, all of the songs they did weren't as good as the actual songs they covered. Most were quite worse, in my opinion. Probably because they played mostly country of all things...BLEH. I can't stand country. Yet I still stood by the speakers the entire time.

The band consisted of four people, I believe. One person on keyboards, who had shaved, bald head. Johnny himself on vocals. A girl wearing a tight white shirt that said, "SEXY BIOTCH," on it. She did vocals and guitar. There was also a tall, young man that somewhat reminded my of shaggy that played fiddle, guitar, and vocals. Then there was this final man. He appeared to be about Johhny's age, and he did most of the guitar solos and some of the vocals. Ah, and there was also the drummer, who I couldn't really get a good look at.

So I stood there, adn listened. They played covers of a lot of country songs, as I said, which I couldn't stand. Then they did that one, "The smile on your face lets me know that you need me..." song. That was actually decent. They just had the female vocalist sing it all and mellowed down everything. It was great.

Me and Scott (another person I know somewhat from school) put our arms on each other's shoulders and swayed back and forth, as everyone else, and sang the song. He was all, "You know the lyrics smitchell?" heh.

I also wore my tight Pink Floyd shirt that I wear a lot of the time. Holmes even saw me and was all, "Pink Floyd. Yeah. That's a good band."

I gave him a thumbs-up. It was pretty cool. After this, they played that one "Jack and Diane" song by Mellencamp, I think? That was a decent cover.

Eventually, they took a break. So I just sat on the stage, trying to get an even better spot.

When they came back, I ended up getting pushed back even farther. They played more covers of crappy country, and then eventually Chelsea came over to me. Supposedly, she late told me, she had wanted me to hang out with her the entire dance. And we'd decided to go together. I just didn't want to look for her in the clumps of people everywhere. But she did find me.

We stood by the speakers a while longer, then finally couldn't stand it anymore, so we went out into the commons area.

Once there was moseyied about, and then finally went back in. They started playing some song that I'd never heard with that female vocalist singing. Chelsea asked me to dance with her and so I did. It was nice of her to be so nice to me heh. She kept saying I was here all alone and things. Well, I just feel really embarassed if I dance, since I remember way back in 8th grade in Medora Adam, Ryan, and other people had made fun of me, so I'd never done it again.

After the slow dance, we went back into the commons and told me how she had gotten a story. She had been in pageant class, and a speaker that had burned his legs in the war in Iraq was there. She had seen that as a good story, and grabbed the person after and done an interview. She laughed at me since I still have this crappy story about cookies.

Then I met another person which was a transfer student from germany. It was kind of funny, since Chelsea and her looked so alike heh.

We joked around a while longer. Chelsea pointed out that you could see the Germany girl's underwear sticker, and she said you have to, it's just the style, or something to that extent.

Also, Chelsea mentioned that her "stalker" had asked her to prom. It's basically just this one kid that follows her around; he even went to the movie night thing with her, and sat with her and such. I asked her if she'd said no, and said she better have, since she was going to go with me. She said she'd said no.

Then the Germany girl (sorry, I don't know her name, otherwise I would say it...) said it'd be so much better to go with me. I said yes, it would, and that I wouldn't even wear a tux.

Johhny Holmes even played horrid covers of "Teen Spirit" and other songs. And it also funny, too. He'd put his mike to soem crazily dancing girls, and they'd just scream into the mike, making it sound like some dysfunctional kid choir.

I was glad when the show was over. I only had fun because of Chelsea really.

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Climbing up the walls.

Mood: Decent.
Music: Radiohead-Climbing Up the Walls

Survey for DeathKnights To Unwind By

If I were a month, I'd be: October.
If I were a day of the week, Saturday.
If I were a time of day, I'd be: Midnight.
If I were a planet, I'd be: Pluto. Always reminds me of the disney dog..
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: Octopuss.
If I were a direction, I'd be: Eastwest.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: Love sofa.
If I were a sin, I'd be: Masochistic.
If I were a historical figure, I'd be: Teddy Roosevelt.
If I were a liquid, I'd be: Water.
If I were a tree, I'd be a: Tree hugger.
If I were a bird, I'd be a: Eagle.
If I were a tool, I'd be a: Hammer. Bashes things in.
If I were a flower/plant, I'd be a: Wilting rose.
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: Rain.
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be a: Cockatrice.
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a: Guitar.
If I were an animal, I'd be a: Wolf.
If I were a color, I'd be: Black.
If I were an emotion, I'd be: Apathetical.
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: Yellow fatty bean.
If I were a sound, I'd be: A moaning, neverdying old man.
If I were an element: Radon. Is that one..?If I were a car, I'd be a: Shaggin wagon.
If I were a song, I'd be: Aenema by Tool.
If I were a movie, I'd be: The Matrix.
If I were a book, I'd be: Clan of the Cave Bear.
If I were a food, I'd be: Pizza. NOthing beats it.
If I were a place, I'd be: Poe's house.
If I were a material, I'd be: Nothing.
If I were a taste, I'd be: Sour.
If I were a scent, I'd be: Rotting, dying corpses. Or not. I would smell like...wilting roses?
If I were a religion, I'd be: Not a one. I don't see what's the big deal about religion..
If I were a word, I'd be: Eschew.
If I were an object, I'd be a: Chair. So people can sit on me with their butts.
If I were a body part, I'd be a[n]: A brain.
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: Poetry writing/ Stylistical Literature.
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: A fake smile.
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: Scooby.
If I were a shape, I'd be a: Converse.
If I were a number, I'd be: 666.

One more, just for fun.

-small talk-

name - Mitch.
gender - Male.
age - Seventeen this Sunday.
birthday - October 12th, 1986.
zodiac sign - You think I know?

-home on the range-

location - Bismarck, North Dakota.
place of birth - Casper, Wyoming.
other places you've lived - Indiana, Chicago, Wyoming, North Dakota, Utah...more that I can't think of.
who do you live with? - My step father and my biological mother.
who have you lived with in the past besides these people? - My biological father.
do you have any pets? if so, what kind of pet, what is/are their name/s, and how long have you had them? I have 3 dogs--BUttons, Brittney Sue, and Bunny Love. Bunny love is the youngest, BUttons the oldest, and brittney the in-between. Buttons is a hybrid--a terrier and a lhapso apso mix. Brittney and Bunny are Shitzus.

We also used to have a lhapso apso, Bitsy, who was Button's mother. She died.

what is your bedroom like? - Messy, often. I have a desk in the far corner which has my computer, and my desk. THen on the other far wall I have my bed, and around my room I have random posters dotted all around; I'd like to get more...but I need money.

places you would like to live or visit - Italy, Germany, Rome, Chicago (to see Tony), California (Shy/BabyGirl), Texas I suppose..

-bittersweet symphony-

who are your favorite bands/artists? - Radiohead, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Rush, Queen, Queens of the Stone Age, Nightwish, Metallica, Butthole Surfers, A Perfect Circle, Tool, John Lennon, Interpol, Coldplay, Elton John, Deftones, Bob Dylan, Blue Oyster Cult, Alice In Chains, AFI, System of a Down, The Cars, The Police, The White Stripes...that's about all I can think of from the top of my head.
what are your five favorite songs right now? - "Fake Plastic Trees," by Radiohead; "Alone," by Amorphis; "Hexagram," by Deftones; "Bones," by Radiohead; "Sulk," by Radiohead; "Black Star," by Radiohead; "Climbing up the Walls," by Radiohead." Oh. It's only five. Oops..
can you play/have you ever played/do you wish you could play any musical instruments? - I want to learn to play guitar.

Erg. I can't fill anymore of this out...I just don't have the patience..
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