Saturday, December 31, 2005

New Years Resolutions
+Acually make a list of resolutions
+...
+...
+...

Yea, this isn't working out to well. Wait, I think I got one...

+learn the question to life, the Universe, and everything, since the answer is clearly 42.

No, but seriously. This year, I'm going to try and figure out the answers to a few highly questionable questions. And start the countdown to the end of the school year.
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Life's Little Lessons
Never, EVER decide at 3:00 in the morning that you want to eat an apple, in slices, then proceed to go about that with a bread knife. Not smart. Even if you don't feel like pulling out the other knife from the kitchen sink to wash it, use it to cut the apple into slices, only to then put it BACK in the kitchen sink after all that work.

The probable result if you indeed choose the bread knife over the smart one at 3 am? Sliced fingertip. Or worst if you're half asleep.
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Monday, December 26, 2005

   'Nother Random Quiz Result...I was bored today.

You are a Warrior- You have good battle strategies
and you have skills. Sometimes you have a tendency to lose your temper and I feel sorry
for the prson that pisses you off. You kick ass and you rule your turf.
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Sunday, December 25, 2005

Family and their common sense
Last night for Christmas Eve my mother and I had invited much of her side of the family (the entertaining side) over for cake and coffee type stuff to celebrate the holidays. Of course, this was the day after we went to my cousin's for another party, but that's a seperate story.

My Uncle was set up in his little corner, in charge of the mixed drinks and beverages in accordance. Yea, Pina Colatas were getting mixed up alot that night. All I wanted was ONE to drink, 'supervised' drinking by the way (If it wasn't for him I'd be mixing them myself). I got the whole goodnatured shortened version of the speech that I wasnt' able to drink for the reason that I'm currently on some medication.

Here's where I should fill in blanks. Some of you know about it, others not, but here's the official clear-up. I have a condition called "Reflex Sympathy Distrophy" or somthing of that spelling (basically a cronic pain thing, sort of like carbotunnel or authritis. hard to explain) in my left arm, fingertips up into the neck, not just the wrist anymore. Anyway, I'm on Lidocane patches I have to put on at night, and sleepign pills that have a muscle relaxant in them, plus a bit of an anti-depressent. Doctor conveniently left that last part out.

Anyway, so no drinking there right? All right, no problem. Shirley Temples it is. My cousin however, son of the before mention uncle (and the same age as me 16), is on a special protein stuff diet/med thing to get ready for Football I wasn't so sure exactly what. He's not suposed to have anything either, and the result of any drinking with the thing would be efects doubled. THEY LET HIM DRINK! How smart is that? For the record, he had more than I would have to boot. Common sense!
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Thursday, December 22, 2005

You Know You're From East Rockaway When...
E.Rock's the town I live in, just incase that was a bit confusing. My friend cam up with a lot of these, but I helped.

You Know You Are From East Rockaway When:
*you know NOT to go in the bay
* the best part of your day? walking down to Wendys where nobody speaks English
*you've been to the mall 45 times in one month
*everyone knows you.
*your parents know EVERYONE!
*the farthest you've walked? one whole mile
*you beg to get AWAY from home.
*you'll take up any excuse to NOT go home.
*the beaches have more unknown species than what's living in your backyard.
*your most used line is "I don't know, what do you guys want to do?"
*you don't say "I'm going to manhatten", you say your "going to the city."
*the longest ride you've taken in new york? the train to the mainland.
*your least favorite place to go is probably your own home
*"What's West Jamaica?"
*When telling people where you live they respond: "Far Rockaway?"
*Kids in other districts refur to it in slang as 'E Rock'
*Baseball season is cancelled and it takes a sophore's article in the village newspaper to get the parents to shut up and let the kids have their decision (which was the right one by the way)
*You hang around the local CVS
*The only places to eat at are Pizza joints.
*Due to everyone knowing your parents, they report back to your mother anything that might be going on, where they saw you, and whom you were with.
*You finally get out of the house...Just to go to somebody else's house.


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Wednesday, December 21, 2005

   Backwards
I think I might have figured out a way to reverse my little backwardness order post/profile thing. Last time I tried to edit it, some was on the top of the page, and the rest was (as is now) at the bottom of the page.

Theoretically, if I delete the profile bit for a little while, then retype it, maybe it won't be backwards anymore? It's worth a shot, right?
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

   la la la
hm...I just had one of those, revelation things, or elightenment type stuff where I just realized something. I am a horrible person in my attitude towards people outside of the internet. Merciless to these immature children that are my schoolmates. Its a long, sad tale starting at elementary school days...

But here's the kicker. It was pointed out to me recently that, get this, I get along better with the college kids about a 45 minute drive away from my little village than I do with anybody (save 2) my own age (11th grade). Sad, isn't it?

All of this leads up to one question I have not figured out the answer to yet......

I can be an immature child very easily, yet apparently according to people I'm more mature than many of those around me (including some relitive adults). HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE ???
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Friday, December 16, 2005

Teacher's Revenge
Walking into the dimly lit room, chairs are set about. Some are empty, some are occupied. Books lined every inch of the nearby shelf, compelling one to sit and have a listen. A hand reached up from a lone chair and grabed an unfinished novel off of the desk. Short Stories of High School was printed in green letters across the open cover. "No, this isn't the tale I've been working on. That one is only in its third chapter. This is the story about a teacher's revenge, one in a few that center around the mind of those speaking to young minds in Science classrooms."

Flashback mode insues, as the Chemistry room comes into veiw.

"There we were, a normal single period of AP Chem with our teacher. After class, we travled next door to Physics. They are joined by a small backroom where the teachers sometimes hang out and/or keep their papers and stuff."

Time passes until third period, it was a double period that day. "Anyway, the teacher demonstrated something with momentum and recoil energy with a bouncy ball. She tossed it up against the wall, and it rebounded to hit one of the girl's in the face. But that's not the important part. We had about four of them, bouncing them around the room. A few bounced through that same back room mentioned earlier and caused a bit of a rukus in the Chem class. Quite entertaining."

Fast foward to Fourth period AP American History.

"We were sitting there trying to take our tests in Social Studies when all of a sudden we hear the loud engine of a battery powered RC car. Not just any RC car though, the Chem teacher's. Couldn't consentrate to hard on our tests at that point. Two of us leaned all the way over in our seats to try and see out the doorway. After a couple minutes, it went away but at the time was all 'wtf' nonetheless."

The flashback ends, and the dim library comes back into focus. That had been the tale of the day, perhaps another tale another time. The book closed, placed once again on its self as the reader turned around, intent on their former project.
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Merry Christmas! I'm sorry, I ment the cold and uncaring 'Happy Holidays'
All right, it's my turn to rant off a little bit. This is about the “Merry Christmas vs. Happy Holidays” only, the other stuff I’ll be here for days trying to included it all to argue my point. Christmas is Christmas. It’s a holiday in December, sometimes associated with soft white snow. This HOLIDAY is accompanied by winter activities, vacation from PUBLIC as well as catholic schools, presents under a beautifully lit tree, Yule log in the fireplace, Christmas music on the radio 24/7, and a jolly old man with a beard who's probably the most giving soul in today's age.

It is a time to be kind to your neighbor, no matter how much of a jerk or stuck up snob they may be. People who've never met before, no matter what belief, wish each other joy, love, and time to snuggle up with family in a warm home. It used to be a time where random acts of kindness were found. People dipped a little deeper into their pockets to help out the needy. Put a little extra in the church basket, donated a bit more to the Salvation Army, etc.

Push all of the damn religious aspects aside for a moment, and re-read what was already written if you did not already throw the religious question in the air to be pondered later. What is so religious about wishing people well, and in a manner that doesn't sound so fake and insencire? "Merry Holidays" Just doesn't sound right. “Happy Holidays” sounds like you’re an uncaring ba**ard. “Seasons Greetings” belongs on those fancy cards (although it sounds much better then happy holidays, it still is a greeting).

Politically correct? Bull. IT”S RUINING THE BASIC COMMERCIAL ASPECT OF THE POOR HOLIDAY. If you are sending out Christmas cards, you write Merry Christmas because that’s what the card is for. CHRISTMAS. That’s like saying, “What color is George Washington’s white horse?” If the person you are sending the card to does not celebrate Christmas, then don’t send a Christmas card. Duh. Common sense. You want to send a holiday card to these same people? Show you actually DO care and aren’t just making face by finding out what they do celebrate and write a card for that! That’s consideration, not changing everything because some bitter Scrooge’s are complaining. You can’t make everyone happy.

What is the point of igniting an entire religious war? ALL sides are at fault here. I must agree with the Pope in Rome on this one. If you want to be religious about it, put up the nativity, say your prayers, and go about business as usual. For the sake of all small children who look forward to this time of the year with bright eyes and hopes!

Like I said earlier, I tried to stay away from the religious battle as much as possible. That’s a debate for another time and place. This was about saying “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”, and that alone.
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Sunday, December 11, 2005

   Sugar
Never give Sam sugary foods...EVER. That is the one supreme rule that if broken will have horrible consequences beyond immagine. She cannot hold her sugar for anything, a scientifically proven fact. If you are currently wondering WHY she is talking in the third person, there really isn't a reason. Nope, none at all has she. Just incase you were wondering what she has in her posession right now (which she knows you aren't but will tell you anyway to waste space), there is currently a box of nerds, a pack of tropical Skittles, and a few confiscated PixieStixs sitting on the desk infront of her. Explain much, no? Didn't think so.
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