Thursday, September 16, 2004

   You dare poke ME with a GOURD?! BAH!!!
Every yelled that in a friend at a grocery store? Try it.

You know that post I made a while back about tryin' in school this year? Wanted to define 'satisfaction' for meself? I'm beginning to think realise that it was a stupid idea. I'm a lazy bastard, and I'll never be anything else. Old habits die hard.

Some classes just don't deserve me, anyways. Heh, I was so out of my mind in French class that I wrote a love letter to 'video games', and a hate letter to 'math, french, and gym'. >_<"
I blame it on the fact that I'm not allowed to play video games on weekdays. This means I have no ways in which to vent my murderous rage. Watch out, Des Moines. (Why? o_O)

And in Geo, someone was taping bits of paper to my face. Whenever anyone asked, I told them I had a shaving accident. o.o

I bounced home, yellin' "BASSOON!" all the way. That's 'cause, ya know, I'm allowed to play the bassoon in band now. I hope.

I'm eatin' a bag o' Emu jerky! [And yet I am suspicious of anything that contains a bag with "DO NOT EAT" printed on it.]

It tastes funny.

In a white room. With black curtains. At the station.
-S
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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

   Do not truffle with the Humongous Fungus.
You know what would make me the happiest Sammie in the world?

If I could control the insects.

I mean, it would be awesome if I could control everything, but if I could choose one group of things to the exclusion of all else it would be insects. And spiders. And rats. Vermin.

Think about it. You're in math class, and suddenly you hear the scuttling of a million, nay, billion tiny legs. You look down, up, at the person sitting beside you. Everything is covered in arachnids of various sizes. There are screams; many try to run BUT THEY CANNOT ESCAPE! And the whole time I am standing there, laughing. Laughing at their feeble attempts to flee. Because I, Sammie-chan, control them. Only I can call them off.

Well, only me... and Shino. Ya know.

That's my impossible dream. Anyways, I'm off to cleanse the foul stench of outside offa me. I played ball hockey for the first time in a jillion years. In the pitch dark. On Jane Street. Dude. Now I've got two blisters. Huzzah!

Could there be a troll in the package? Or maybe a troll?
-S
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Tuesday, September 14, 2004

   I'm the wizard of latin! The conjurer of conjugation! With a million hit points and maximum charisma!
You know what're cool?!

GUN KATARS. And according to Godel, they exist!

You know why they're so cool? Because you're fighting your Arch Nemesis, right, and they're all like; "DUDE! You cannot defeat me! I have this big-ass sword, and all you have are two measely little 1d4 punching daggers! Bwa ha ha!" And you're all; "Yes, it appears I am at a disadvantage..."

...BOOM!!! You shoot them! Aha! Bet they didn't see that one coming! And then you slowly approach their writhing, bleeding form and STAB! So cool! You could even stab them and then shoot them!

I mean, the options! Limitless!

Eek, sorry for the bloodthirstyness. You know I don't mean it. But...katars...so prettyful...

Any the ways, gotta go pick up my mommy at the airport. Ain't it cool; her flight left at 10:00 a.m on Tuesday the 14 and landed at 10:00 a.m on Tuesday the 14. Crazy time zones.

Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey,
-S
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Monday, September 13, 2004

   OH MY GOD, THE ANGELS CAME AND BURNED THE CITY DOWN!!!
It's so rewarding to hear that.

Anyways, here's a post when I have nothing to post about! And you know what that means! Craptasticness! Prepare to have your head A Sploded. [School appears to be sucking all the life out of me. Or, you know, lack of. Seeing as I'm undead. Right. See? I'm so bland.]

Apparently I'm "high maintenance" because I require such trivial luxuries as food and Gravitation box sets. (I've been complaining to my immediate family a great deal about not having the above items. Shame on me.)

Listening to the Star Wars theme disco-ized. You know, the Rogue Squadron III intro? It's so awesome. Lando for president!

It's dead, Jim. Take its stuff.
-S

Argh. I just broke all the eggs in the house. In one go. My dad walked in and I overturned the thing they were sitting in. Clumsy me. >_<"
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Tuesday, September 7, 2004

   FILLED WITH MURDEROUS RAGE.
Read this. It was exactly what I wanted to say, but I just couldn't say it that well.

Additionally, my brother is the only person in his Law class. And his school will let him have a DnD Club! We can't, 'cause our school is anti-violence and "witchcraft"! ARGH! Just ARGH! Arargrhgagh!!!!!!!!

And now I'm off to steep in my own little pool of LOATHING and HATE.
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Monday, September 6, 2004

   ph33r ph33r!!!!111
Apparently I've got another 11 hours and 40 minutes that're bereft of school.

Eeeep!!!!!! *runs around in little circles*

Uh, so that means when school starts, my posts will prolly be even more erratic and I may not get to visit all, like, ten of you. Sorry.

I spent all day NOT learnin' how to play Besame Mucho on ma (schoolses) dear ole tenor. Oops. Guess I'll get kicked out of stage band tomorrow. (Holy CRAP I hope not.)

And can it be true?! ToS getting boring?! Must be the lack of Kratos. But I swear! I swear I shall finish this game! Won't...I...?

Dag nabbit,
-S of the Stupid Postings

No drum rudiments today. I need to find something more obscure and stupid.
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Sunday, September 5, 2004

   Hypnotizin' boogie, sure feels good, I can't dance but I wish I could.
Actually no. Because:

*Everything>Dancing
*Samm>Everything
=Samm>Dancing
=Samm+Dancing= Destroying Everything.

Just as I thought, it was really cool to finally see my dad play. Unfortunately, I couldn't escape the grasp of the drummer's wife, who would occasionally pull me up from my stagnant stasis and force me to dance (more like ooze) to the music. That sucked. So did some other stuff! Yaaaay.

We arrived at the pavillion where the band was to play soaking wet. Curse you, physics! You've betrayed me again! Stupid heavy equipment... stupid sound system... As I'm sure you'll all agree, wet underwear is not the most comfortable of garments.

Later that night I, Smma the Eternally Uninformed, arrived at a freakin' yacht club party in damp shorts (I redouble my physics-cursing efforts. Now I'm out of dry pant-like substances) and a green golf shirt, wondering what the fucking hell I was doing there when I could have been at home reading the approx. a jillion books I've started over the summer and negelected to finish. Oy. >_<"

We left the pavillion around 1:00 a.m, surrounded by a multitude of drunken peoples. Motor-boatin' back in the pitch-freakin'-dark kinda scared me a little. But meh, my worry was for naught. Worrying is fo' suckahs.

More...
Drummin' Rudiments! with Smma. (Thought I'd lay off the Paradiddles for now)...here is

A Flam.




Orochi of the Hidden Village of Mizuho O___o,
-S

Song of the Moment: The Noose, A Perfect Circle. Because it reminds me of My Darling Kratos. Bwa ha ha.
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Saturday, September 4, 2004

   Rat boy? I resent that!
Crap. I'm about to go to a cottage of a friend of a friend of my dads. That has got to be one of the last freakin' ways that I would want to spend my last days of pseudo-freedom. He's probably even going to make me go waterskiing. >_>

Ah, well. At least I can go see his band play and not get kicked out, 'cause for once they're not playin' in a bar. Yaaay.

In conclusion; crap.

Kay, maybe I'm not concluding yet. How should I decorate my locker this year? Last year it was adorned with the artwork of the famed Godel. There was a hoshimaru flippin' the bird (Oh yeah, I have to watch NaruTaru backwards, don't I?), the first ever drawing of ma D n' D character Goneral (in which she was pointing at a fly, exclaiming: "YOU STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM MY WIFE!"), a list of approx. 85 suffixes (how I loved those suffixes), and some other stuff...that I...don't...remember.

And now, more Drummin' Rudiments! with Smma.

A Double Paradiddle

L R L R L L R L R L R R

Angels in Spandex,
-S

The University of Blogging Presents to Sammiechan An Honorary Bachelor of Self Deprication Majoring in Quiz Addiction Signed Dr. GoQuiz.com ®

Username:

Blogging Degree
From Go-Quiz.com
Me?! Self-deprecating? Naw, I suck waaay to much to do that.
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Friday, September 3, 2004

   What am I to do with all this silence?
The impending doom of school seems to have made me rather stabby. I think the symptoms would have been less serious if I did not have to pass my fucking school at least twice every fucking day.

But it matters not. School is inevitable.

I, much like our friend Godel, have decided to actually try this year. Quite a novel idea, I thought. I mean, I've lied to so many people over so many years, right? Told 'em all I was gonna do all my homework and do well and shit like that? Lied to those people who help me and want me to succeed? I guess I owe them something. So I have decided, for one year, to perform a test. Yes, I wish to know:

What is satisfaction?
Is it:

A: Knowing that you have avoided unnecessary stress and a waste of your time because you have a avoided TASK A, and now you're doing what you'd rather be doing in it's stead. TASK A does not matter. Nothing matters, in the scheme of things. So there.

OR:

B: Knowing that you put time, effort, care, and love into TASK A. Maybe you've even made someone else happy. ^_^ It may have taken time away from what you really want to do, but, look! You did it well! Huzzah.

That is Phase I of my little unnamed experiment. Phase II is seeing exactly how well I can do if I try as hard as I can. I really want to know.

And now, I leave you with this:

Drummin' Rudiments! with Smma.

A Paradiddle:

L R L L R L R R

Stab Stab Stab.
-S
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Wednesday, September 1, 2004

   Feel the pain of all the 'inferior beings' you killed while you BURN in HELL.
I like hockey.

As I was skating round the ice the day before yesterday, I was wondering why. I've come to believe it's about the power.

The power one feels as one suits up in ones veritable armour, how stupidly invincible one feels. I feel as if I can take down anyone (who doesn't have a semi-automatic weapon about their person). I feel like a wall.

The power one feels as one gets on the ice, the speeds they can reach that they never could on foot. (Um. I tend to ignore my bike...)

Most of all, the power one feels when one gets the puck on ones stick. The power to score (tee hee), the power to win. The power to bean the goalie in the face!

I'm melodramatic! Let's party.
-S

[Today is gonna be busy...many peoples coming! Hooray! 1:46 is such a bland hour of the morning.]
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