Hello World: The Chronicles of Me

My Favorite Artists/Bands:

(In
Alphabetical Order)

Barenaked
Ladies

ColdPlay

Dave Matthews Band

Default

Everclear

Flickerstick

Foo Fighters

Goo Goo Dolls

Hoobastank

Hooverphonic

Lazlo Bane

Lifehouse

Lit

Live

Matchbox Twenty

Nickelback

Nine Days

No Doubt (Tragic Kingdom and Return of Saturn only)

Our Lady Peace
Seven Mary Three

Skinstatic

Smash Mouth (Fush Yu Mang only)

Sublime

The Calling

The Pauls

The Wallflowers

Third Eye Blind

Three Doors Down

Train

Vertical Horizon

Weezer

My
Favorite Movies:

(In
No Particular Order)

The Curse of the Jade Scorpion

Magicians

Cube

The Usual Suspects

My
Favorite TV Shows:

(In
No Particular Order)

Scrubs

Frasier

Junkyard Wars (aka Scrapheap Challenge)

Farscape

Lexx

The Screen Savers

Fresh Gear

Call For Help

The Thunderbirds

First Wave

Sliders

Earth: Final Conflict

Links:

(In
No Particular Order)




Aaron's Blog

Claire's Blog

Michelle's Kick-Ass Scrubs Site

Jinfae's Blog

10 days.

diez dias.

no matter what language I say it in, the true gravity of my limited days in walnut have yet to strike me with much force. While authoring the third and last cd yearbook of my years, I started to think about the future, something that I had been doing way too much previously. Thoughts about the futures of many and one had passed by my decerning mind, yet I had not begun contemplating what is next for the club that I had carried for so many years. More important than the future of cd yearbook, however, was the now-- cd yearbook's latest venture which I spent nearly two hours today attempting to complete. It seems to me that more hours will be needed to complete the lengthy process of authoring... possibly this saturday. My deepest hope is to be finished with all these enterprises by monday, allowing our middle-man replicator enough time to mail our cd to the real burner in order to have it ready for a senior brunch release.
Ironically, this seems to be the most of my worries, even with graduation and senior finals hovering over the entire class like a dark, rain-laden cloud on a warm, sunny day. There are so many things that I summize I am missing out on.

I am becoming concerned that my feeble attempts at entering a relationship are an attempt at plugging, with gum, a leaking dike that has been growing increasingly due to my impending graduation. Maybe I have been thinking way too much. This is what being a senior does to a person-- too little homework leads to excess time to make offerings to the porcelain god, a task which is widely accepted to give the mind a moment to contempate our cosmologically bleak futures.

Goosens is making too much of an impact on my recently sponge-like mind. Can you believe that I used the word "cosmologically" in a sentence? I need some serious mental help... maybe a good, thereputic car-washing would do me some good, even though I washed it yesterday.

Somehow, my car always needs washing. Even though it was washed within a 24 hour period, it is still very dirty. Note to self: Get new car or new paintjob. Maybe my eternal car washing is a symbol for my current condition... no matter how much I "wash away" my sin, I will never be totally clean. Boy thats bleak. Nevermind.

Test tomorrow in econ and math. Will I study? hell no. Do I care? hell no. Note to self: Get new car or new paintjob AND get a life. My visor needed new batteries... too afraid to use it today... dont wanna loose all my addresses and shit... therefore I replaced them with the new duracell ultra batteries. exciting.

All out of soda. A modern tragedy just as good as Death of a Salesman and Who's afraid of Virgina Woolf?. Normally I would already be at the store and would have picked up at least enough Tab to float an elephant, but today I guess I am too lazy.

Blog-writing is very thereputic, almost as much as car-washing. I feel like most of my problems have been solved by this activity. how nice. /me is filled with warm fuzzy feelings (Go Mrs. Cole from 8th grade life studies). Gee, I must have written at least a dissertation on my own fucked up life.

Im really digging some new music I downloaded from AG... I got Nickelback, Hoobastank and Default... some damn good shit. I am growing prowd of my music collection. Ive got almost every album from each artist that I like, categorized by Artist and Album Name with the song track information included with each. Pretty nice.

I think thats it, I hope; probably the longest blog I have ever written.

Current Music:
Hoobastank- Ready For You
Nickelback- Hangnail
Default- Waste My Time.

To Do list for tomorrow:
+Print out Eureka Career stuff (If someone stole 28 pages out of the friggin printer)
+Talk to Walnut and Mt. Sac Registrar about getting graduation transcript sent to Irvine
+Maybe talk to Jeni to see wtf is up with her
+Maybe tell carol that I love her... ?
+Give Donee her invitation to graduation party-harty
+Work on Holk's Coffee logo for Donee
+Win $100,000,000,000 and give half to friends and the other to money-hungry prostitutes and crack-whores.... on second thought, give half to cd yearbook/friends, and keep the rest to buy microsoft and kick bill gates flat on his emaciated ass >:P.10 days left of high school. panic time...

9 days.

nueve dias.

I am writing this from my fourth period comp sci jack-off class (the venacular "jack-off" meaning do little or no work, not to pleasure oneself) because I am horribly bored. This seems to be the general concensus in this class since most people are planning to procrastinate on their final projects. Ooo the warm feel of these shitty dell monitors. Listening to some Hoobastank, my new fav band-- at least until the new third eye blind cd comes out. Jeni seems horribly cold to me today, go figure, so I am a little sad. I took some pics for the cd and discussed this mess with maynard in attempts at working on the cd on the weekend to ease my recent insomina. Again, I was thwarted by maynards increasing lazyness. One question stands out in my mind-- How is it possible to be any more lazy? I guess I feel for him because he does have to face the horrid commute from his place in Long Beach. Still hoping to be finished with the cd on monday, no matter how crazy it seems. Cheng is making huge progress on our game. The graphics look great, thanks to me, and his genious-level programming skills are completing the burger time version of Super Mario 2™. Can't wait for lunch, even though this will be one of nine lunch days left.

Thats it, we have finally reached the "shit-hits-the-fan" threshold with school. Nine days seems, at times, like an eternity, yet truly, it is no more than 216 hours.

Must go... the beginning of the end of day nine is over and the end of the beginning of the new week is still ahead... or something.

Favorite Artist:
Default

Link-o-liers:
http://www.boasas.com
http://www.dieselsweeties.com