Friday, October 8, 2004

I had a nice title earlier, but I've forgotten it.

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Mimmi- *eats the waffles*

Godel- My dad handles most of the crazy public events endorsed by the Honda dealership he works at.. It's embarrassing to watch him lure people into the booth like some sort of carnival barker.

Mal- Last year all of our writing was entirely creative / outlineless, so I guess I got softened up.

Shin- The same goes for reading. It's a thousand times more fun when you're not restricted.

Arcadia- I guess I have similar symptoms, if you take out sad and replace it with homicidal.

..Wait..

Alea- Heh, it's nice to think he does charity when you don't consider how it takes up all of his time off, which could be used for.. Oh, I don't know. Calling customer support and getting the freaking scanner to work.

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Overall, school was sort of sucky today. It turns out that the essay was supposed to be in our little folders instead of on a separate sheet of paper, which sort of angered me. Now I have to copy it all over..

In History we apparently learned about statistics and how to make them yesterday, and big projects were due today. I rushed a final version which looked like crap, but then I found out the teacher gave me another day to do it.

At lunch, my friends and I always sit by this tree off to the side of the allowed standing space, under a nice tree with cool grass. At the beginning of the year I sort of drifted between them and another set of friends on the other side of the yard. Soon enough, I settled with the tree people, but today one of the people from the other group came over. The rest of them sort of followed, and the tree people drifted over to the grass. Our territory has been infringed upon, and I am sad.

We got our school IDs in Phys Ed today. The coach called off the names of the people, and commented on all their pictures. For the most part, they were rather positive, but with the people he really liked to mess with he tore them apart. When he camed to me, he referred to me as "buddy," which is what he tends to call the special ed students. Maybe because I'm the only person in the freaking class who isn't loud and obnoxious, he figured he should sort of treat me differently, but it was awkward.

And then he pulled out a Harry Potter joke. I'm not lying when I say my right eye was twitching violently as I walked up to get it. In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have been so angry with him- it seems everybody has to do it once.

My picture came out okay, I guess- better than most of mine. I remember spending a good ten minutes smiling in the line, envisioning what it looked like. Last year I looked tired and, quite frankly, stoned. This year I just look like a surly drunk, which I a step up.. I think.

We then had to run for ten minutes, but I took a second to put my ID away. The coach then called me over and asked my why I always "have that look on my face." I don't think I gave a real answer, other than that I "always look like that." He then proceeded in asking me what I do. Writing and drawing. He asked if I had any drawings on me, I said no. He said that if I showed him any I would get out of the running, and I said that I had a folder full of drawings from the summer.

I suppose I'm rather lucky that I was expecting to get Art this year. The day before school I stuffed a bunch of my over-the-summer drawings into a folder to show my teacher.. Of course, I got Journalism instead, but I never bothered taking out the folder. He asked why everybody's "all into the Yu-Gi-Oh style these days." He also asked "what's with all the violence," but he's one of those "cool" teachers who really doesn't give a shit if there's a little slapstick/R-rated gore.

"Once you find something you're good at and you like to do it, you should stick with it. That's my saying."

I think he was just trying to cheery me up or maybe try making me feel like I belong. More than anything, I think it was just a little awkward, but whatever.

The newsletters were printed yesterday after school, apparently. They were copied in black and white at Staples, and I must say they came out horribly. All of the pictures are practically a mysterdy- the only thing visible in the picture of the VP was the man's shirt. It's depressing.

Oh, and the Principal made us take out the Resident Evil: Apocalypse review because it was rated R along with the Advice Column "because it deals with relationships." He also shut down the Teen Pregnancy article a while back. That I can understand, but not shooting down a review because the film is Restricted. It's not like the review was even detailed enough to be vulgar- articles should be removed based on their content, not the movie or television show discussed, unless it's explicit.

Someone broke me off a piece of their Kit Kat bar, though. That was nice, but I still came out of school with a rather sour mood. A good phone conversation turned out to be the remedy, though, and I have maintained in an overall cheery mood since then.

While everybody else is at a large, practically record-breaking meeting at the mall, and I sit here complaining about how I couldn't go because I couldn't get a ride. As cool as the times I go to the mall are, it seems that all of the ones I miss are the ones where everybody says "Oh my God, you should have come! It was sooo cool!"

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Why are people so stupid? Today I was just walking along quietly, minding my own business, as some guy pulled my backpack back, giving me some minor whiplash, and said something along the lines of "I ought to beat the fuck out of you, fucking white boy." I didn't turn my head, pretended they didn't exist, and went on. Nothing happened, it just pissed me off.

I've done the lame rants about motivations for people like that before, so I'll spare you all a repeat. It just feels right to tell somebody about it.

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My brother makes short films as a sort of hobby. A few years ago, when we got a new video camera, he and I did a whole bunch of humorous sketches- the most notable being the Happysville Incident, in which we took our mom's little miniature Christmas town and turned it into the scene of a great tragedy.

For fourth and sixth grade kids, I think we did a good job with it. We set up a little track to roll the camera along, to get a nice, even pan, and it was positioned so it looked like the train was coming at the screen. The next day we then set up a table so that it wasn't in the shot, had my brother stand in the street, jump offscreen in a last-ditch effort to escape, and run the train by. I find it hard to explain.. But if you ever saw the guy in UHF get run over by the train you'll sort of get the idea.

He recently brought the hobby up again, mostly through claymation, and I haven't helped much. I demand too much power when I help, and it causes conflicts. It's still sort of cool to see what he comes up with.. Today I helped him with background music for his faux fashion show (Battle Without Honor or Humanity from Kill Bill, Eye of the Tiger from Rocky, and Glassjaw's Tip Your Bartender."

I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up being a filmmaker, or at least entering an independent film to some sort of film festival.

*thinks for a minute*

OH MY GOD MY BROTHER'S GOING TO MAKE THE NEXT PULP FICTION!

Heh, I'm kidding. Most independent films suck, anyway.

Teh SillyCircus Day 54- Ooooh, I said "shit." I'm telling the teacher on myself.

EDIT: ..I can't even tell if this is a positive review or not.
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