Tuesday, October 26, 2004

Oh.. My.. God. Punch cards.

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Shin- I'm sure there's some really kinky Read Or Die doujin out there involving her and books, but that's a little too out there for me.

Godel- If I had a choice, I would have watched it subbed, but it was on TV so :P on you.

Solo- *debates you about not wanting to debate about dubs versus subs*

Aleia- ..Wow. Then the Japanese version must have been pretty lame.

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Did I mention how I failed the AR test on The Brethren yesterday? Apparently, you need to get 70% of the questions right on twenty-question tests, but you only need 60 for ten-question ones. How lame is that? Nobody knows why, it just sort of.. Is.

And now I have a book report coming up where you have to talk about an AR book that I have passed this year, is in my level and is at least one hundred pages. Now that's not really that difficult, but for some odd reason it's irking me. I'm reading an Agatha Christie novel right now (Evil Under the Sun), and I've had rather good history with passing her books.

Not that this one is all that interesting yet.

Because I failed that test, I still have 31.1 points to read by December ninth. If I sit down and really focus and really try to drown out my brother's relentless.. Noise.

I spent a bit of time last night dividing the big-ass bag of rare color M&Ms into equal groups for my close friends, because I felt sorry for missing school for three days to romp about Vegas. I'm not sure how many of them really appreciated it, but I do know that a bunch of people came over and started mooching off of them.

The bag was mostly black, two shades of purple, gray, red and beige. In all, it sort of looks like Valentine's Day colors, which may have sent out the wrong message. I should have balanced it out with greens and blues and other Skittle colors.

I did my best to avoid batting during softball today. Yesterday I came incredibly close to getting up there and sucking, but today the game was over before I was even sizing up the bats. In a way, I think I sort of contributed- I assisted in getting one person out, in what was probably an incredibly foolish way.

..Man, my mom turned on the heater for the first time this fall and it smells like burnt plastic. *gets back on topic*

Journalism is starting to really suck. I'm never given anything to do these days (I seem to be left out of a lot of newsletter stuff).. About ten useless appendages were added to the class today, as if we don't already have enough dead weight. I mean, seriously. There's a bunch of ghetto bizatches and a bunch of former special ed kids whose minds are incredibly blurred by all of the medication. There's one faint speck of hope in this one seventh grade kid with a name I have trouble spelling, but he's very upbeat and cheery and I dislike that.

Apparently there are going to be two movie reviews this month. The Grudge was the first one, and the horrendously optimistic kid decided to review his dad's Van Helsing DVD. I read over the shoulders of people who were typing them up, and as usual I was disgusted by what I saw. They weren't reviews. They were lame summaries of the lame storylines with lame five-star ratings plastered all over it "because its violent."

And it seems that everybody wants color pages in the yearbook. If they do that, and keep the shittiness going, and if I'm still going to have to make the only good pages while desperately trying to remain on top of the bad ones, I'm seriously going to threaten transferring.

Oh, and I was asked to make a comic for this newsletter. It's two frames, I did it in five minutes, and I entitled it "Impotence is Funny." The first panel has some poorly done pseudo-stick figure thinking, in a Florida voting booth in 2000, "Oh.. My.. God. Punch cards." The next panel has an updated Florida voting booth with a computer, with the same stick figure, thinking "Oh.. My.. God. Technology." I really wish I had my scanner. It doensn't sound that great, but it really is. I'm just not good with describing these things.

If I am approached to do these comics regularly, I'm probably going to make comics that totally fly over everyone's heads and silently jab at them at the same time. I'm already going by the pen name "Loser X", so that will prevent some of the hatemail.

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Normally I don't pay attention to television dramas. I am and have always been a bigger fan of comedies, but I was introduced to ABC's "Lost" by my mom about halfway through the pilot. I was hooked pretty instantly, and I have made it my goal to watch every episode during its first run.

I'm not in the mood to go into a real in-depth review right now, but I think that the characters is what draws me to the show. They all have their little quirks and, for the most part, seem pretty original. There's a lot of them, and I'm bad with names, so I've just made up my own for all of them. There's the doctor guy, the fat guy, the coke-snorting guy, the asshole guy, the black guy, the pregnant girl, the middle-eastern MacGyver (I admit I stole that one from Entertainment Weekly), the hot girl and the Asian dude with the hot wife.

Oh, and the crippled guy who got un-crippled after the plane crashed. That was messed up.

In fact, quite a few things about it are messed up. A polar bear? Come on.. And was that monster thing the formerly crippled guy saw? A dinosaur? I swear, if they do something stupid like that I am giving up on plot twists forever.

Bleh, I'm going to do the simple homework now, and then I'm going to try to drown out all external distractions and comprehend that book to the best of my ability.
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