I said it's dodgeball time... bitch
Blogger forgot who I was due to lack of logging in, so I had to try to remember my password. I've thought of so many passwords in my life, only a few which I can remember right now. Sometimes I change a character or two in the passwords, and use them again. Other times I just think of a new, unique one all together. Yet all my passwords are ones that are NOT easy to remember. Do I do that because I trick myself into thinking that if the password is hard for me to remember, it would magically be hard for others to find out?
...I can't think of a transition so... I'll start over.
Verstand
My original plan was to go to sleep early (before 2am) and wake up at 4am to watch the World Cup final. That didn't work, so I decided to skip sleep. Now I'm realizing that was probably a bad idea, as I have to wake up at 7am on Monday for Econ and I don't want to sleep through tomorrow. I guess what changed my mind and made me not sleep was that Twelve Monkies was on. Even though I've seen it many times I feel an urge to watch it until the end and abandon what I'm doing at the moment whenever it's on. It is a good movie in that it possesses an interesting and entertaining story.
I'm rather tired right now and the game hasn't started. Sigh. Summer so far is basically getting up in the morning, going to summer school, coming home, wasting time, sometimes doing something with friends, and then going to sleep. I think I'm going to exchange the "wasting time" portion of my day with "doing something productive." I think I'm going to clean my room tomorrow. All the Triangle related items are still in here.
Sunday, June 23, 2002
Retarded Citizens Thrift Store
Since it is summer, I would expect myself to be posting with a much greater frequency than I am now. One post in the past 10 days? Ridiculous!
It IS summer now, so I guess waking up at 3 in the afternoon without any clue of where you are or why there's a cat starring at you from across the room is a normality. I ended up going to Los Angeles with my family to see my sister's graudation. We left on Friday before noon and arrived in LA about 8 hours later. The next day my parents and I went to Alia and Scott's apartment to help them move stuff into the moving truck, leaving Kaija alone with the grandparents at their house. When we came back my grandma had apparently drank vodka and was behaving in such a way that resulted in my mother telling her she couldn't come with us to go to Alia's graudation later that day.
Anyway, we went to the graduation (the grandparents making a surprise visit about 20 minutes in and then leaving) and afterwards there were some arguments and complications involving my father and my sister. Actually I don't know what went on I was just a passive bystander--maybe that is why my father later told me that I behaved well. Much to my dismay we were going to stay another day at my grandparents house. When we got back from the graudation I went to sleep, woke up (ten hours later), and packed my things. We soon left to go back home. Alia and Scott stayed later probably due to the fact that they had gotten almost no sleep in the past several days.
I had planned to do some reading on the way to LA and on the way back but that never happened. I spent most of the time just looking out the window and daydreaming. On the way there and back we saw a building in Oxnard called the "Retarded Citizens Thrift Store." I guess it caught my attention due to its lack of politically correctness, and the fact that it was a huge store with a gigantic sign.
Triangle, Alia and Scott's cat, has stayed in my room since they left for PA. Which reminds me that I cleaned my room on Thursday before leaving for LA in anticipation of Triangle. Well, it isn't clean anymore--Triangle fur everywhere, clothes on the ground, cat structure, litter box, and other cat related accessories spread throughout the room. Hmm.
Since I got back from LA I've done pretty much nothing other than play PS2 and take breaks to run around outside. I've also become nocturnal. Whee! I believe my mom, Kaija and I are going to hike tomorrow. That means I probably should sleep. I wanna go to Hawaii yaaay!
Noah - 1:11 AM - 2 comments
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
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I'm a few hours away from summer. My left wrist hurts badly from constantly playing PS2--the one I got on Monday--for the past two days. Damn that controller--I should sue Sony. I guess it is good in that it moderates the time that I can beat old ladies with a baseball bat, steal their money and car, run them over with their car, all the while delivering prostitutes to a party and shooting members of opposing gangs in nearby cars. That's right, I'm talking about GTA3 (Grand Theft Auto 3), the best game ever. NHL 2002 is nice as well, but of course I can't play it now without feeling horrible, horrible pain. Yay!
Still in the gaming world, I have started another addiction called 1000 AD. Worst game ever... and yet addictive. Only last night did I realize I could build things that speed up the time it takes to build OTHER things. Instead of waiting 4 days to build a small army I can do it in seconds. Why the hell didn't I realize that before! Argh! What? Oh yes, real life. My brain is as broken as my writing and I'm one test away from not going to school for two and a half months. That's a horrible lie. I forgot about summer school. That starts on the 24th... a week from next Monday. I'm taking Econ so I don't have to take it during the year--which means I'll have two preps for one of the semester next year. I hope they are F and G preps. That would mean that I leave school at noon almost everyday of the year. That will be what summer school is like... 8am-12pm.
I don't think my parents want me to go to Alia's graduation or something. I think at one point in time I had a choice, and I was thinking about it. Even though it would be about 13 hours in a car, and the rest of the time in my grandparent's house or outside under the sun watching people stand uncomfortably in the blazing heat, I decided to go. Apparently that causes problems as there is nobody to take care of Rusty (I don't have a picture of him available at the moment). Anyway, the parents keep trying to convince me not to go even after I say "OK I'm not going then." That is damn annoying. If I say that I'm not going, shouldn't they stop telling me how horrible it will be to go? Yes, but it doesn't work like that for some reason.
So once again the only thing between summer and right now is a test about the Cold War, The Civil Rights Movement, and Vietnam. Easy stuff. I think I calculated that I need a C or higher to get an A in that class after doing a crappy job on my research paper. Apparently I just wrote a bibliography of the NAACP instead of an argumentative thesis paper full of cited evidence. I blame this on the fact that I wrote it the day before it was due. Thus, instead of turning in what I was supposed to, I turned in something that was more of a rough draft. It had all the evidence that I was going to use to prove my thesis, but I didn't tie it together. Oh well. One more test to go. I guess I'll study again now.
Noah - 11:00 AM - 4 comments
