The Obscure

Hey everyone. Man I've been updating like crazy and as far as I know nobody has been reading them. It makes sense, who goes online a lot during the weekends. Except me. Man I'm a loser. Oh well.

I'm trying hard to ward off bad feelies. I figure I'll just give you all, meaning maybe Tim and Taylor... possibly leah, a run-down of my day.

Uh... Well, I woke up again. That was cool. Haha, I was going to go to the Home to visit my uncle today, but I didn't get up till like 11:30 and my dad wanted to leave at 5 AM. It didn't really work out well.
Me and Tim hung out all yesterday, and then he slept over, and left to do his route this morning, and then I called him back over at like 12 because I was feeling lonely haha. So we hung out some more, and at about 4 or 5 I developed a real bad stress headache, cause I've been a lil' stressed over the past few weeks. So I laid down for a couple hours and played xenosaga and watched tim play quake.
Then at like 7:30 Erin and Sarah came over. They hung out for a while with us and then wanted to go to subway, so we all went to subway, and they got food and me and tim watched them eat and were both really tired so we just made stupid jokes about "foot longs" and "extra meat" and such. It was generally a good time had by all.
While I was at Subway I saw a coupla kids I know from school and it was a weird feeling, because I don't usually see people outside of school. I don't know, it was strange.
Then we came back home. Tim ate some food, Erin played Mario, and sarah and I entertained ourselves by drawing crude pictures on each other's arms. I tried to draw and elephant on hers, and it ended up looking like something much more risque than an elephant.

Then they left. And then Tim left. And now I am once again listening to my dad's old Atlantic Rhythm and Blues tape.
When I get in down moods for an extended period of time (such as I have been for a long time, which has been made slightly worse as of late) I end up listening to whatever album it is that fits my mood over and over again, and the choice of albums rarely makes a whole lot of sense. But this music is awesome, and it fits my mood well. Hence all the soul lyrics I've been posting lately.

Uuuuuuuuum........ I have to take the SAT this saturday. I think they named Saturday after the SAT. Think about it, SAT, 'sat'urday. Eh?
And no, it's not because saturday was the most convenient day to put a standardized achievement test. Always clinging to your stupid theories, GOD.
reaching way too far for jokes today folks. I'm sorry.

Anyway, I'm gonna hit the road jack. Y'all have some fun now, y'hear?

Hey there champs and champettes. How you all got it crackin like you got it goin' on? I tell you man, coffee, blues, and amphetamines are all you need to cheer you up when the weight of the world has got you down, and you want to end your life
Bills to pay, a dead end job, and problems with the wife
Don't through in the towel cause there's a place right down the block
where you can drink your misery away

At flaaaaa-miiiiiiiing Mooooooes
(let's all go to flaming moes, let's all go to flaming moe's)

With liquor in a mug
or would you like a hug
happiness is just a flaming moe away
happiness is just a flaming moe away

A girl with skinny legs, she needs somebody too!

I tell you man, I gosta nuffin to say about it. The lil guy is back, dat fella who makes me talk funny and act like a mo' lovin shazz, you dig? It's a pawty though, I got nuffin wrong wid it, I just don't know if y'all be welcomin' him back hea'.

God, you know the majority of the time I have no idea what I am saying. It's ok though, because people's opinions of me couldn't fall any lower, as far as I know. I have a giant hole in the knee of my jeans, I should patch it up I think. Maybe I'll do that. Yeah, I'm gonna go do that. Seeya later. Memphis soul stew, baby, gimme half a teacup of bass, and half a pound of fatback drums.

Check this doodle hea'. My older sis did the color on it for me.

I have a new happiness. But my mind won't shutup. I'm foolish, I feel foolish.

Hey guys, I messed about with the links a little, I think y'all enjoy it. Gimme half a pint of horn, dizz. Here's the cruddy filler comic I was talkin' yon bout. enjoy!

I just had a discussion with my Brother In Law, Keith. With the possible exception/equals of my Pastors, My Father, and Chuck, he is by far the most intelligent man I have ever met. I got a new outlook here, a new zeal for God and my own life. Thanks Keith.

I can't articulate what he had to say, or how I currently feel. I am just feeling great, despite my pains, and I know these pains will pass and there is glory in store for me.

I'm not dropping out, I know that much.

Farewell everyone!

*edit*
Talkin' bout soul baby.

Mustang Sally

Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.

One of these early mornings, oh, you gonna be wiping your weeping eyes.
I bought you a brand new mustang 'bout nineteen sixty six.
Now you come around signifying a woman, you don't wanna let me ride.

Mustang Sally, think you better slow your mustang down.
You been running all over the town now.
Oh! I guess I'll have to put your flat feet on the ground.

All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.
All you want to do is ride around Sally, ride, Sally, ride.

Rainy Night in Georgia

Hoverin' by my suit case
Tryin' to find a warm place to spend the night
Heavy rain fallin', seems I hear your voice callin'
It's alright

A rainy night in Georgia
A rainy night in Georgia
It seems like it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

Neon signs flashin'
Taxi cabs and buses passin'
Through the night
A distant moanin' of a train
Seems to play a sad refrain
To the night

A rainy night in Georgia
Such a rainy night in Georgia
Lord I believe it's rainin' all over the world
I feel like it's rainin' all over the world

How many times I wondered
It still comes out the same
No matter how you look at it or think of it
It's life and you just got to play the game

I find me a place in a boxcar
So I take my guitar
To pass some time
Late at night, it's hard to rest
I hold your picture to my chest,
And I feel fine, Fine

But it's a rainy night in Georgia
Baby it's a rainy night in Georgia
I feel it's rainin' all over the world
Kinda lonely there and it's rainin' all over the world

Oh, Have you ever been lonely people
And you feel that it was rainin' all over this man's world
You're talkin' 'bout a-rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin'
Rainin', a-rainin. a-rainin' rainin' over the world
I said now rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin' rainin'........(fade)

I'm never gonna care for anybody ever again.

Ugh. Fo'get it, my former optimism has died overnight. Perchance I will do some comicking later, but today I think I'm just gonna take it easy. Maybe I'll start the comic shazz on monday and get a Monday, Wednesday, Friday thing going on.
I'm not gonna write anymore, because I'm feelin sad and I don't want to come off like a bastard.

Hey hey all, Sorry again for all the false promises. The mighty armies of John have taken a mighty blow in the heat of battle, recently. Haha, I am now for the third time in my life (well, second and a half... Make sense of that), completely and officially a bachelor! Also I am once again afforded the unique pleasure of knowing my former lady-love as she does pursue other avenues in life, mutually exclusive to my own. (And By golly, this time I swear off girls for good. Scouts' Honor! *scouts*)
Anyway, I am no longer bitter or depressed about these things (well, not bitter at any rate), instead I have come to appreciate the life I now have, free of obligation, which is pretty cool. It is my current plan in life to do the following...
1. Score High on the upcoming SAT so I have some kind of credential.
2. Drop out of high school, and go for my GED
3. Scene Missing
4. Become a journalist for a local newspaper, rent out an apartment, and create the comic book I've been writing for the past month, eventually become some kind of famous comic revolutionary; and be allowed to marry an apple pie because I am wacky and eccentric. (The idea for the comic book has come to a head really, lately.)

That's my plan now, let's see how it works, eh? See the idea is, it doesn't actually look like it will work. I base this plan on the saying I may have made up myself, but sounds famous, "Four score and seven years ago, a plan set on reality against itself, must fail."
See? It's foolproof.
Anyway, aside from my hopeless daydreaming I have actually gotten some massive inspiration going for doing some of the comic strips I had once promised. I got a whole new intro to the main storyline that nobody knows about. Why do I talk about these things on here? *sigh*
Right, so the point of that last paragraph was this: Expect a comic posted on THIS BLOG tomorrow. If I don't finish the one I have going right now (which is more than likely) I have a really terrible back-up filler comic I'll put on here. I know that's not as good but bear with me on this, I'm lazy, and I just found my copy of "The Lost World" on VHS so I think I'm gonna end up watching that tonight instead of doing any work.

Let's get down to the bare bones here, my blog is back in comission. Cassie, I tip my hat to you. To anyone I have offended lately or will offend in the future (which is everybody, but especially that one.) I sincerely apologize; I'm under some stress. Forgive me, all.

Keep an Eye out fo' dem comics, and gimme a swift boot in the luscious patoot if I aint' puttin dem out.

*edit*
I forgot step 1-A: Grow a friggin Beard. I don't know if I can, but dammit I'm gonna try!

welp, I hate to give cassie a point here, but I am doing one more update before I finally do retire this site. for the record, before now I only said I was gonna stop posting Once, so fah to you.

Saying only this, the vise has been taken off that which bleds; and in replacement a mighty flame tries to devour It, but It will not burn.

I am done with this blog for a very long time. Goodbye, for the present.

The New Zelda Video

Oh My God. This is EXACTLY what I wanted when I envisioned a Next Generation Zelda. *shiver* So good. So very good.

Ok, I'ma apologize for the string of weird posts I've been putting up. As some may know, I'm in kind of a weird way lately; it's hard to stay cheerful and stuff, just because of how my emotional state has been. Don't ask me why I feel the way I've been feeling, cause I honestly don't know.
That being said, I'm going to give you guys a rundown on how my life is lately. Where to begin, where to begin... Oh yes, I'm failing almost all of my classes right now I think. It is my sincere hope that I can somehow salvage my grades and maybe pass junior year, but I know I'm going to have to retake some courses next year or do some summer school. I only hope I wasn't absent too many times, and am eligable for summer school.
I hope I can graduate next year. If I actually end up passing my courses this year, I know I've been absent too many times in many classes and therefore am probably only gonna get like ten credits this year. Hopefully ten, maybe less. Maybe none.

In any case, I have had some stuff to worry about lately; and instead of doing anything about it I've become really passive to my fate and stopped caring entirely. It's probably not the best approach to fixing my life.

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
How I wonder (THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED) what you are
Up above the world so high
Like a (THIS POST HAS BEEN DELETED) diamond in the sky
Twinkle twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are

There is a secret message in there, can you find it? Har har.

82 days, be'.

This song makes me feel like dancing sadly for centuries.

Jethro Tull- One White Duck / 0= Nothing At All

There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all,
as I pull on my old wings --- one white duck
on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?
I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
and low.
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
on your wall.
Isn't it just too damn real?

So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the
finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.

Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
if I'm so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that
way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals
nothing at all.

There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
I'm available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and
love's four-letter word is no compensation.

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on
skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday
lunch confusion.

Oop. I'm feeling strange.

That is my favorite comic that I have ever EVER drawn. I can draw so much better than that now, but it's hard to do it as consistently, and not with a joke as dumb and lovable as that one.
I wish my handwriting wasn't quite as illegible when I made it, though; and the illustration not quite so childish.

*Edit*
I gotta give Dave props too, cause that was a Joke that he and I discovered when he was doing laundry. He didn't mean to make the joke, and I didn't mean to set him up for it, but it happened. And thus a comic was born.

How you doing Champ? I've been calling everyone champ lately, I don't know why. Every now and again I just find a new lil' catchphrase or oft-used title such as Champ or Fella or Fatguy or something to that end, and I overuse it to the point where it seems perfectly natural and my friends start using it to; and then it just fades into the background to be replaced by some equally disagreeable phrase.
Such is my boring life.

I had an uneventful week. Each day I would stay up till late at night, and then wake up at nine thirty and go unshowered and ungroomed to school, then I'd come home and shower, drink a cup of coffee, and stay online till 1 AM. Then I'd wander around my house till I grew tired, and I'd then begin the cycle over again. Weee.
Yesterday I hung out for a long time with Tim, Kaileen, and Chelsea. I won't describe what went down essentially because I can't remember it. After a day passes by it just joins the mulitude of incomprehensible blurs that is my memory.

I just made coffee, but there is something wrong with it now. I don't know what it is, maybe it is weak, maybe the milk I put in it was bad, maybe the cup it's in is actully dirty. Who knows? I sure don't. I'm going to put more sugar in it and drink it anyway though, here's hoping I don't die.

I'm going to Cassie's birthday party today!! I think I shall draw her a comic, or something. Yes that will do nicely. I always say I'm going to do comics for people on special days when a present is required, but then I don't actually do them or something comes up for me not to, and I forget; only to remember weeks afterward with a resounding "Dammit!"

Something about being lonely, it gets to a guy. Gets so he starts thinking things that aren't true, and feeling things that aren't there. Strips you of a measure of your humanity; hopefully not permanently stripped.

Man this is the sugariest coffee I have ever had.

Hey hey everyone. Today, I finished writing my last post and I thought to myself, "Enough with your damn pretensions John, everybody already knows what you have to say." and then I replied to myself, "Wait, what is it that I have to say?"
And I realized that there isn't anything. So I guess nobody really does know what I have to say; or if they do they are mistaken.
Perchance there is someone out there who knows what it is I am trying to say with my rants and raves, perhaps there is someone who knows the point to my unintelligible blatherings.
If you know, please enlighten the rest of the group, we are DYING to find out.

Today I had an old axiom shoved into my brain once more, I had forgotten it. Unfortunately I then forgot what it was. I'm sure it will once again find it's way into the recesses of my skull some time in the future; but what's to say that I won't then forget it yet again? Or maybe I never remembered it at all, I just remembered the well-known fact that I often forget every shred of knowledge and detail that is there to be gathered. Perhaps I then forgot that, and in forgetting that I forgot that I never knew the aforementioned axiom; and was thus led to believe that the axiom did indeed exist in my brain at another point in time. Give that thought a whirl, and a swirl. There are some who claim that twirling a baby 'round the end of a giant candy cane is bad for the child's health. To this I say but one thing, did you ask the baby? Because they like it, I will guarantee that.
While typing this I took off my socks. Nobody wears socks this time of night, it's axiomatic.

What's axiomatic again?

"So now you know what it is like to hurt." The smug leopard said to me with a grin, "Does it feel better than to be on the recieving end?"
"No." I replied in tears, "Please take this chalice from me, I shall not drink again."

Sometimes I fancy myself a writer, but other times I take my pen and paper and set them to Burn. Fire is a purifier, or so the stories do declare. But in my experience it does naught but clean the wood and dirty the air. Like all things on this putrid earth, it does not eradicate the mess, it just moves it elsewhere, under the pretext of a permanent solution. And of all things on this disgusting ball, I think we Humans, are the fieriest of all.

Look over here! It's me! And I can show you the mistakes I have made, one and all! Come inside and take a look, look at the blunders and shortcomings of a wasted life, laugh at the misadventures of the Worlds zaniest loon as he manages to screw up every good thing he had going for him, shake with mirth and merriment as he takes dives and falls again and again, offered no help, not even in his Direst need!
Oh! Now he's stuck folks, he's fallen into a loop. Over and over he repeats the same destructive cycle, over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over amen. He's happy one second and a blubbering fool the next, He's the epitome of hilarity and the very picture of somber realism, he's a poster-child for the clinically hysterical and at the same time he bears the look of a wounded puppy on a rainy day.
Look at him, Laugh at him, he wanders to and fro begging coins and gin. Look at him bounce from house to house for an ounce of the stuff that gives him that jounce.
The stuff of life, the stuff of love, the stuff, a gift, from God above. ever swirling spinning twirling to the place where no man is from, to err is human, to forgive is divine. Today we laugh, tonight we dine, and tomorrow breaks at dawn and we look in each other's eyes and Yawn, and notice with a frightful start that there is no love in the other's heart, the morning brings the pain we feel, the morning shows us what is real, and though we fend it off by day
reality never goes away.
So Come and LAUGH at the boy who knows the sadness which the Whole Universe throws, come and Cry as the boy who smiles realizes the world is one of the jester's worst wiles.

My stars, fascination in the key of Randy, aches in my skull and pains in my bones, a slab of meat that I have been digesting since the dawn of time, and in my torpor I see everything!

How y'all doing? I am doing the best that I have been doing since as long as I can remember doing anything. I feel like dancing, or flying, or starting a Jazz Troupe.
Or dare I say, Jazzerfly?

Mercedes Lackey has written some of the best books I have ever read, and I've only read them once and now I cannot find them, I can only find the fourth in the series, which is no good to me without the previous three. I only have the first, second, and fourth though. So it's really no good to me anyway.
Good books. A lot of dirty stuff though. Which appealed to me a lot in my younger years.

Playing Xenosaga again lately. I wish I had started playing it on a console who's Internal Clock actually friggin WORKED. DAMN YOU SONY! DAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOU!
I still don't know how long I've been playing it for, or how much longer to expect it to be. It says I've been playing for twelve hours but I've put in at least thirty so far.

I'm akshally getting tired fellas. I'll update again tomorrow. Farewell!

Stand up, take off your shirt. Stretch out your muscles, you've lain dormant for a long time. Kick off your shoes and peel off your socks. Walk out into the living room and turn off the lights, turn off the TV. Come back out here, turn off these lights, finish your drink. To bed? You wonder, For a walk? your other side responds. Neither, a part of yourself from deep within that you were as of yet unaware of states. It's time to brush your teeth, you think. You walk into the bathroom and stand there, facing the mirror.
You realize you look like the picture of madness. Your brow is furrowed, your eyes wide open and blazing, your mouth caught in an unholy scowl and every muscle on your bare body is tensed; your hair is everywhere. The blackness underneath your eyes has extended so far with fatigue that you look like a combination Raccoon/Bank Robber; you are unshaven, unwashed, your face is coated in grease and stubble, with stray hairs clinging to your skin in the humidity.
You stare deeply into your own eyes. Then you look yourself over. Hideous, you think, Simply Hideous. How is it that this monstrousity could have weasled it's way into the arms of an Angel? It's like the princess kissed the frog and instead of a Prince got a pile of shit to marry.
You look at your nose, large, takes up almost all of your face. Broad, riddled with blackheads and dialated pores.
You look at your mouth, caught in that scowl. A jagged pink scar across the crude and disgusting sculpture that is your face. After a moment's observation, you see the mouth begin to smile. First a pompous, overconfident smile. You think to yourself, what does this guy know that I don't know? For you are seeing in the mirror a different person. You look in the mirror and you see not yourself, but a clone.
The overconfident smile turns into a grin, lips bared grotesquely back over disgusting, dirty, yellowed teeth.
The grin turns into a laugh, at first just a mean-spirited chuckle, but after a few moments of observation it turns into all out uproarious laughter. You see the clone shaking with mirth, all of his naked muscles tensing. Your fists clenched you stare at him as he laughs at you, as he mocks you, and you think of how you'd like to wrap your hands around his throat and choke the life out of him. Turn that disgusting laugh into a final gasp for air before you send his rotten soul down to the depths of hell. He knows, too, he knows that you think it and he laughs more. He is shielded behind his protective wall of glass, you cannot reach him, you can only stare and fantasize.
He laughs, and laughs, he laughs for what seems like ages. Laughter is contagious and after a few minutes you find yourself laughing too, although probably not for the same reasons. You laugh as you imagine his mouth opening too wide with laughter and the top of his head falling off, you laugh as you imagine his blood spewing through the air like a crimson sprinkler watering some macabre nightmare lawn.
You laugh together maliciously for what seems like ages, and then you begin to settle down. Then you look closely, the clone looks closely at you. You realize that you've never been attractive in all your life, as the clone realizes that he also has never been attractive in all your life. Simultaneously you realize that you'll never be attractive, not in a thousand lives. Your mouths pull down in a frown.
How is it that this monstrousity weasled his way into the arms of an Angel?
You step towards the mirror, as close as you can get. You can feel your body swaying around in a circle. You lean close to the clone, you say in unison, "You know your fate."
The clone's eyes open wide in astonishment; and then narrow tightly in malice.
Again you repeat, "You know your fate."
The clone's eyes widen as if he has seen the meaning of life for the first time, and as abruptly the narrow once more.
Together you say yet again, "You know your fate."
You find yourself squinting back at the clone.
"You know your fate."
The clone's brow furrows with intense concentration and you feel the line of your own jaw tightening with rage.
"You know your fate."
Again and again this is repeated, for an eternity you stand there telling each other
"You know your fate."
Suddenly you again gain control of your eyes. The clone goes to squint at you, to tell you again that you know your fate. After slight hesitation your eyes remain fully open. He tries to overpower you, tries with all his might to squint down. Both of your bodies are shaking, muscles rippling, hair flying; but your eyes remain fully opened.
The scowl appears once more on your face, and you realize this clone is a bastard straight from the depths of Hell itself.
"Dear God", you pray, "Please send me release from this burden, please free my soul from this trap that has been created for it, in accordance with your will, Heavenly Father."
You find yourself staring at the clone. You find your body swaying around in circles. He tries to narrow his eyes and you resist. Harder than the first time; you feel your hips bucking out towards him, and your eyelids pressing down with all their might. You pull yourself free with more effort than you have ever expended in all your life.
You go to move your hand and find it is immobilized. With great effort you manage to free your hand from your wrist, then your wrist from your arm, then your arm from your shoulder.
You lift your hand slowly, and looking the clone directly in the eyes, you slap yourself in the face. Full force, palm of hand, across the cheek. You slap, and the clone, being a clone, slaps too.
This enrages him, he runs off in a huff to see if he can find someway to get back at you. It is just you and your reflection now. You turn to go to bed and remember you have yet to brush your teeth.
You pick up your toothbrush, squirt out some toothpaste and brush your teeth hard. You spit out blood, spit, toothpaste, and water. You rinse your mouth out fully, and you turn to go to bed once more.
You catch the clones eye one last time in the mirror. This time, you laugh at him.
He has lost, he has lost forever. He no longer rules over you. You laugh goodnaturedly at him, give him a wink and a thumbs up, and walk out of the room. You crawl onto your bed, pull the blankets over your head and go to sleep. Dreaming once again of laying peacefully, in the arms of an Angel.

Why am I the weaker one?

Hello everyone. I am feeling chipper today, despite the heat and the humidity. I was supposed to be doing babysitting at this "mother-daughter brunch" thing at my church today (I had to be the babysitter because my Mom and all the girls were... you know, having brunch). Except all the little girls who were there that I was supposed to babysit were all terrified of me; so all I ended up doing was playing with legos by myself and making two little 2 year olds cry. It was well worth the Twenty Bucks though.
I got to talk to my older sister today though, which was awesome. We don't hang out a whole lot or anything now, she lives several towns away and is married, and I seem to have developed some kind of SOCIAL LIFE over the past few years so when she does visit I am often away on some activity or another.
We are suprisingly similiar, I always knew we were kinda alike but I didn't know How alike. And she is Brilliant; sometimes when I talk to my family, I get shocked by the sudden realization that they are incredible intellectuals. Shortly thereafter my sleepy brain steps in and I forget, only to be shocked again at a later date.
And it is forever spinning, in the endless circle of John's Life.

Got to go to the mall with Lauren too. She spent her entire paycheck in a day. Well, not her entire check, she made it away from the mall with ten dollars left over. She was doing summer shopping or something; apparently her summer clothing involves over a pound of expensive candy, haha. Oh well, those who make money are free to spend money. The rest of us have to get it from their Mum's. Man alive I'm a loser.

I've been working a lot more on comic things to put on this here blog, unfortunately I'm lazy and not very dedicated so who knows when I will actually put anything up. I'm thinking if I get it runnin' then I'll put the comics up weekly. Weekly'd be easier than say... biweekly.
I've been wearing my auxiliary shoes more then my primary shoes. It's some kind of usurp...ation.. What is the noun form of Usurp? is Usurp even spelt that way? These are the questions that will plague mankind for centuries.

My dad left the weather stripping on some of our windows since winter. I just had to rip up a yard of tape and open the one in my hallway. The window is messed up though, so it no longer holds itself open, we use a book. I've never read the work of Garrison Kellor, but my intuition tells me that his writer's dedication will be keeping me cool for the duration of the summer.

Anywho, I got nuffin else to say for today. Right about now's the time I usually kick off my shoes, pour a glass of Fresca, and avoid studying for the SAT for the night. Stop getting on my case! I must away! Farewell, my obstreperous friends.

P.S. Obstreperous is the most obscure word I know, and I've been running out of ways to use it for about a year now. Oh well, I still have Corpulent and Elan.

Hey! Hey! Here's a joke I just remembered!

A White American, a Black American, and a Mexican American find a genie's bottle while they are walking home from a bar. The Genie says he will grant them each one wish.
First, the Black man makes his wish, "I wish that all of my people would be taken out of this country, and that we could all go back to Africa and live in peace."
Then, the Mexican makes HIS wish, "I wish that all MY people could go back to Mexico and live in peace, Man."
Then the Genie turns to the white guy and says, "What do You wish for?"
The White guy says, "Wait, are you saying that all the blacks and spicks are now out of America forever?"
The Genie says, "Yes."
The White guy says, "Oh. Then I'll take a coke."

Heh heh, I can say it cause I'm a minority.

Hey everybody body body. Was happenin happenin happenin? Nuffin nuffin nuffin here here here.

My stars, my head is throbbing like the mighty zeus has stuffed it with alka-seltzer tablets.

Yeah so I am home sick again today, luckily for me I am slightly less sick. I think the main reason I'm staying home today is my nose is so stuffy that I need about Five billion tissues per minute; and out low budget school system could never supply me with that many tissues.

god I love coffee. Show me a world where I have to live without coffee and I'll show you my vision of hell.

Uhh... I got nothing else to say here. CURSORY BLOG UPDATE ONLY!

I was talking to Lauren and her family the other day at her house. I realized that our Government is talking about re-instating the draft. The DRAFT; we are Spartans, after all. You know, that does mean that if this whole "war" thing keeps going, I and my friends may well be drafted. Even the girls, what with Feminism and equal rights and all.
And I think about it, would I dodge it? Lauren (somewhat) jokingly said that her family may go to Canada or something if the draft is re-instated, being as the Government has no right to force Our children to War; and idea towards which I wholeheartedly agree. She asked me, "John, if you were getting drafted would you go to Canada?" again, (somewhat) jokingly. It made me think a little. Would I?

I can honestly say that... well I don't think I would dodge the draft; and here is why...
I don't think I could bring myself to just dodge the draft, when around me so many people that I know are selflessly (or even reluctantly) flinging themselves into war. I am not a "Pro-American", in fact I hate all politics; but I have to say I would be unable to see my friends go to war, see the sacrifice they have made, and say to them and my family, "Nope, not for me. I'm too good for THIS war."
It would be disrespectful. Imagine someone being drafted and giving into it because they have no hope for the future in any case, and dying out there on the sand; and then I come back from my trip to Canada after the war with a jug of Maple Syrup under each arm and seeing the grief-stricken faces of all those who had lost loved ones to the Corporate-Jihad.
No, I hate war in it's every carnation, I hate the idea of Animalistic-Competition to which we are constantly subjected. But I dare say that I could never dodge the War; not out of opinion or religious clinging or political stance, but out of respect for those who have lost. Is that understandable?

Eh, hopefully it will never come up. Anywho, I had those thoughts a'brewin and needed to put 'em somewhere, my apologies.

Oh god, my sore throat has now turned into a horrible sickness. I feel terrible. For reference, I can't do anything today. Not by choice mind you, I'm just so very ill.

Everybody loves kung fu fightiiiing. (doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do) those cats were fast as lightniiiing (doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do) but it was a little bit frighteniiiing (Doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do)They were moving with expert timiiiiing (doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do)
Whoa whoa-oh whooooa
(doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do)
Whoa whoa-oh whooooa
(doodle-oodle oo doo, do do do)

I tell you man, aint nothing like Kung Fu fighting in the morning to get your step slouchy and your arms weak and rubbery; I tell you it may not seem that way, but to ME those are favorable conditions.
Woke up this morning, and along with the statesboro blues I had a terrible sore throat. What am I saying "had"? It's still here, it's getting worse too, I think. It's strange, my tonsils are just swollen you know? That used to happen to me all the time as a child and every time the doctor would say, "Next time this happens we'll have to remove them." or something. It was scary. If I have to get my tonsils removed this time I'll be very upset. I remember in biology class or something they told us what having a tonsilectomy is like, they just reach back in there and cut them off, right? but the tonsils have a lot of blood flow to them, so they have to put a mini-tourniquet on the spot where the wound is, because otherwise you would bleed to death very quickly.
I don't want to have my tonsils removed.
Come to think of it though, I don't want to have anything removed. Well, except for that one thing, but we respectable persons do not hold conversation about THAT.

Long Story Short, though, is that I think I am staying home from school today. It's not like I am Incapacitated, and CAN'T go to school, it's just like; this is the kind of sore throat that makes all other activities miserable. I'd much rather be making activities miserable with ice cream and popsicles in my pajamas than I would at school where everyone hates and conspires against me.
Always watching, and whispering. Someday...

I had a weird dream last night, but now I can't remember what it was. Weee!

At youth group the other night, Lauren's lil' brother Teddy threw a little ball thing they were playing with at me. So I picked up some ball things and chased him down pegged him a coupla times, right? But when he was running he accidentally kicked some dirt up in my right eye, and this little pebble got in there and I couldn't get it out, and my reflexes kept on making my blink which just pushed it further back and cut up my eyelid and stuff. It was a horrible experience, eventually I just had to suck it up, open my eyelid and get the little guy out with my finger. I hate that, it's the worst feeling. So now my eye hurts too. I hope the doctors don't try to remove it.

I am done with this post, mainly because I want to go look at Webcomics and I can't while this window is here. Well I'm sure I could, if I wanted to put "Effort" into it. Screw that.

*Edit*
Wow, I just realized how much I truly hate EVERYONE. Seriously, just flipping through LiveJournals, right? Not anybody I know really just following lil "friends" trails because I'm a loser and have nothing else to do. It's like, every single Girl from my school spends their entire LJ-life trying to get compliments, and every single Guy spends the majority of the time trying to make the girl want to give him access to places normally protected by frilly undergarments. It's retarded, every single guy I see is (in my mind) now a lecherous horrible and materialistic bastard, and every girl is a compliment seeking love-less and faithless whore-bag.
That's just spite, from years upon years of being a loser.
AND WHAT'S MORE! haha. The "cool kids" now are all Pained and Hurty. Like I can't even complain and be whiny about how the world has done me wrong (and it has, see me without a shirt on and you'll question whether or not there is a god. I got nothing going for me) without being another one of those "cool kid" wannabe bastards! I mean, COME ON. What retarded society would reward psychosis to the point where it is a social Icon, to the point where if you haven't Cut yourself, dropped acid, or had scary painful goth sex before in your life you aren't COOL?! Think about it. Just... think about it. We used to institutionalize people with problems. Now THEY are the elite. How the hell am I still a loser? haha.

Yeah, that's all. It's just spite, but who cares? I mean come on, I've spent my entire life on the outside looking in. And now the INside is filled with people who are FAKING being on the outside looking in. Where the hell is the justice?

Hey everybody, it's really hot out. It's nice though, I like it; I just only want to be in the shady areas, the sun is too much for me. Geeky kids who spend as much time as I do inside shouldn't be forced to go outside in the hot weather, not for Gym class, not to walk home from school, not for any reason. It is painful to our sensitive eyes, and uncomfortable on our soft and untainted skin.

As a result of the Sun's Blinding Death-Glare, I have developed one great-grand-daddy of a headache, I tell you. It's pretty durn bad. It's ok though, because we got the FUNK.
Hang on everyone, I have to poop. *walks off*

...

Ok, I'm back. It's funny how little it takes to turn "Poopin" into "falling asleep for two hours on the bathroom floor". You'd be surprised.

It's so annoying, we have two air conditioners in our posession, and if we were to hook both of them up say, one in the hallway and one in the living room, and set up some fans, we could keep the entire house cool, but our house's wiring blows, so the only line that can take powering an air conditioner is in the living room. So we put up curtains on the living room doors, because one air conditioner lacks the power to cool the whole apartment And thus, the living room gets frigid, and every other room in the apartment remains sweltering. It's terrible, it truly is. No comfort zone.

I'm going to Lauren's house tomorrow. I'm looking forward to taht for several reasons, I shall list them now.
REASON THE FIRST! It's cool to hang out with Lauren... you know, we're friends and all, she's an awesome lady.
REASON THE SECOND! Her family is hilarious, and her mom makes a lot of food that I am allowed to eat.
But most importantly, REASON THE THIRD!! Dude, they got central air, it's bound to be cool in there. Her dad always makes the temp be like 50 degrees though, which is somehow unbearable inside, when outside it's quite comfortable. Yeah, I don't get it either, but it's true. Still, it's better than this.
I feel truly hispanic, I'm sitting here in my shorts and socks, wearing a wifebeater in the sweltering heat of my families cluttered disorganized apartment.
I love when it's hot though, cause it's Fishing weather!

Wow, this blog update is the incredible epitome of smalltalk. It's entirely about the weather.

Dude, this new blogger thing is freakin me out. But I like it!

Taylor and Tim are here. We are chillin out back, relaxing all cool, etc...

Worst. Blog update. Ever.

Happy Mother's Day!

My Mama keeps me eatin, learnin, playin, thinkin, and smilin. She pay' for whatever I need when I need it and she cover my booty when I do somfin stoopit. I love my Mama.

So how you all doin? I am doing ok I guess. Feelin' low, feelin real low. I miss my baby, you know what I'm sayin?
That's enough of that talk.

Dum dum dum, Taylors here. I got nuffin else to say though, so I am leaving you forever.

I must have written and deleted ten lil' blog entries today. And I'm not done yet!
I'm just sittin here, listening to Oscar D'Leon do his samba thing. I love it, makes me wanna dance. I've been getting gayer and gayer since prom, I think I'm gonna go out clubbing, get myself a nice Cosmopolitian on the rocks and show off my moves, you know what I'm saying, baby?

I've been drawing like Moe lately, I'm sure you are all interested in that. Oh wait no you're not, I'll change the subject.
I've been watching a lot of movies lately, right now Terminator 2 is on again, this will be the fourth time I've seen it in the past two months, that's ok though, it's the best movie I have seen in the past half an hour. Number one baby, yeah. I love how it says that the robots are going to take over and nuke russia by 1997. It makes me chuckle, like somebody is tickling me, but I can't see them to tickle them back. Truly that would be a hell on earth. I went for a walk today, think I got like 6 miles or something, pretty good considering I'm lazy and usually can't get myself to walk to the other end of the house, let alone 6 miles in the boinen sun.
I'm just playin, the sun weren't boinen too bad.

I'm supposed to be cleaning right now. Ha, like I'll finish that. HA!
No I will, I just got annoyed after finished the dishes so I am taking a short break. It's ok though, because I have attained a state of nirvana. I now exist as a golden cloud, floating high above the earth in a state of ultimate oneness, the antithesis of antithesis.
Cali, Cali, Cali, Me Voy Pa' Cali
Cali, Cali, Cali, Me Voy Pa' Ca-ah-li

I wish I could speak spanish, and play bongos, and then start a latin jazz band and we could call ourselves "The Samba Swingers" and we'd play in every spanish club and bar in the northern canadian territory.
That's what I get for being lazy and ambitious. Nothing.

My mum cracks me up, we were watching T2 just now, and I go, "I love that Arnold is the governor of California" and she goes, 'He's the Governator." and I laughed like mad. I know it's kind of obvious, but that's the perfection of it! My mum, she could be more clever than I could ever be with a wave of her hand, she is vastly superior to me in the brain-smarts; but she whips out these puns by the second and they make me laugh with their punnitude.
Maybe it's just me, but you guys suck.

*dances the la coca bongo*
Yes I know that wasn't grammatically correct in either language, but... heck let's just leave it as is, why not?

I think sometime next weekend I'll turn this site into a comic site too. Yeah, sure I will. *shifts nervously*

I guess this blog update is over. Sorry to bore you all with my... bore-ivity.

Quote: Vagina junction, what's your function? Takin in sperm, and spittin out baaaaaabies!

(The Author apologizes for the crassness of the quote. Listen, I'm only the middle man.)

Dude, I am tellin you fweakin Guys; I do rock the party that rocks the par-ty. Deal with it, I say.

I have come to a conclusion. I can't dance. BUT! I can look like a homosexual. Just a homosexual who can't dance. Fun times though. Somethin' about the atmosphere, got some chums with you, lady love bouncin' around, got your tie all loosened and your hair tied back; somethin' about the way it makes you feel...
Me, I felt like a high-school art teacher trying to get the awkward adolescent kids to dance. By showing off my Moves.

Yes, verily did Prom rule ass. Best certain increment of money I've ever had my parents generously expend on my social life. They spend money on me, and are rewarded with smiles.
I started reading "The Grapes of Wrath" the other day. I got about 50 pages into it and then went, "Wait, I have that other book by that black guy!" which is why I started reading "The Invisible Man" (the Ellison one, not the Wells one) but I'm putting that off some more too, because I haven't yet finished, "The Two Towers" because I left my backpack in Joe's car last Sunday. I don't want to get the plots mixed up. It would be kind of confusing to go from a schizoid anti-white book on social inequality to Samwise and Frodo battling in between borderline homosexual references and "just friends" spooning.
But Sir, he ate your Eyes...

I don't gosta whole lot more to say. I wanna get some mutli-player Battlefield 1942 (or some other first person shooter kinda dealo schmealo, on second thought Preferably Quake or somfin) runnin' on my computer, can play it online, you know? Anyone wanna try to do that up with me? I don't wanna play with strangers.
*smooch* Bite me, friends.

God, I love that goil.

Prom was awesome. I think I might be gay.

Justice Mexicans UNITE!!

Prom is tonight, it is gonna RAWK! Can't fweakin wait man, I'm very excited about it. Which is strange because I'm going to be uncomfortably warm and nervous the whole time, but still. It's weird to me, that I'm dressing up and stuff. I'm not the kind of guy who is comfortable dressing up, most of my clothes have at least three holes in them, and half of my clothes are patched. Right now every article of clothing I am wearing (externally) has a patch or at least two large holes on it. And I gotta put on a suit, shine my shoes, and tie my hair back this evening. I'm gonna look like a golfer. Guys with Long hair shouldn't be allowed to wear suits, only t-shirts and sexy sexy jackets.
I'm a sexy sexy Boy.

So Ben's here. He's gotta come over after school most days now because of... the Incident. It's a fun time, it truly is. I usually go on the computer while he drinks his diabetes soda and play super mario (poorly). Party on, you sugarless jew, party on.

I think I look the least prommy I have ever looked in my entire life right now, I am wearing my Primary Rag-Jeans, Di-xiliary shoes, Ramones shirt, and Red Flannel, along with a green baseball cap to keep that treacherous sun out of my eyes. It's so sunny in here, with the lights off and the shades drawn. I've decided I'm a vampire. I don't go out in the light much; and when I do I get sick. How odd, how very, very odd.


How much of our lives are superficial? We spent hours on end purchasing and arranging out clothes, hours a day grooming and exercising, and criticizing and scrutinizing our bodies and faces. I spend hours a week cleaning room and house, cleaning dishes and emptying rubbish, vacuuming and sweeping, countless superficial and frivolous tasks. I brush my hair and teeth three times a day, I usually shower twice a day, change my socks twice a day, change my clothes (sometimes). If I counted up all the time I have spent doing this solely to keep up my image and my body comfort level, it would add up to roughly the length of world war two. (And the competitiveness of counting this time on a global scale could possibly result in world war three) just think of all the schedules and regimens, and strict dietary and hygenic habits we hold ourselves too. It's a gargantuan portion of our lives.

Just a thought. I gotta go get my haircut now, Happy Promming! Love you all to pieces.
Sexy, sexy pieces.

My "session" keeps "expiring"... I don't know whats going on, somebody is deleting the cookies or something on my comptuper (<- on purpose) here.

Prom is this thursday, I am extremely excited about it. Tis to be a grand occasion, filled with baroque way of dress and a civilized manner of carriage. I'm going to wear my Sunday thong, and about two bottles of Vegetable Oil. I'm the "entertainment" at the after-party, if you catch my drift.
Dressing up is the one thing that guys have the clear-cut complaining rights too; I have decided. And I don't want no goils saying any crap about "heels" or "something else" that they may possibly have bad. You do not know discomfort till you have spent 4 un airconditioned May hours in a full suit and jacket with a 150 dancing horny teenagers in an enclosed space, with a tie. I win, Hands down, pencils off, pens devoured, class dismissed, good morning america...
No. I am your Father.

I've been writing scripts to this comic idea I have. Actually writing them, not planning to, this time. I am seriously planning on getting a comic branch put on this blawg here and just deleting Dancing Devil. It would be easier to combine the two, and I have no ideas going for the old strips cast and scenario (...not that I did before anyway).

I tire of this now. All the things that are going on in my brain right now aren't really the kind of thing you post on a blog. Maybe tomorrow, friends. see you.

Would that I could kiss you now, and die blissful.

Oh snap bee. I love General Gau's Chicken so fweakin much man. It's delicioius.
My speech patterns have evolved to the point where my incoherent ramblings are actually most of my talking now. It's a strange feeling, to have a gag like that go so far as to become the norm.

Ben's here now, he's playing Super-Mario. I wonder if Taylor is goinsta come over today? Tim probably will too, they'll come over and drink all my soda and mess up my room, leaving only a trail of empty soda bottles and mess behind them!
In retrospect, it's really only me who drinks all the soda. Those Room-Messing bastards!
After further thought, my room is already messed up, of my own accord. Those... BASTARDS!

I got nuffin else to say now. G'bye.

I am covered in moistness. Do you wonder, what this moistness is? I will tell you then, oh questioner of my ways.
My Own Bodily Grease.

I'm at Ryan's, I'm chillin out over here. I got some crazy shazz a-goin. Don't know what it is or where it came from really, all I know is it's crazy, and it's shazz.

Most TV shows, that I have liked, have declined over the years. But my friends, King of the Hill, remains hilarious in it's every way. Truly, a king among shows.

I don't really have a whole lot else to say right now. I got my new drafting table fully set up. it's some good shit. Got the drafting machine hooked up to it and everything, it makes my life so much more fun.

I am getting more and more into the idea of going away for that trip in the summer that I've posted about a few times now. I keep on going for long walks in the afternoon, just cause I like it so much. Walking for miles all by myself, with nothing but my thoughts and the noises of the passing cars, the wind, and the birds.
It's good stuff man, it's euphoria.
I was born to travel, I have to go. I'm getting impatient, really really impatient. I'm kinda scared though, that eventually my will to leave will turn into a desire to stay away. Is it just fleeing? Does it make me a coward that I want to leave everything behind? Or is it just that I want to see different things?
Personally I just want to walk, it's really the only time I feel truly myself; aside from when I have lost myself in love. But I don't think that'll be happenin anytime soon, so this is all I got.
I love you guys. I love everybody. Would that I could take you all with me when I finally leave this god awful place.

It'll be a while anyway.

Son of a bitch, man. Can't I ever get a break?

This is the most exhausted 1 a.m. I have ever experienced. Tonight, I went to a show. Not just any show, but a Yellowcard/Something Corporated/Less Than Jake show. I'm going to be honest with you, I liked none of the bands but Less Than Jake, but, I'm gonna be honest with you, Yellowcard puts on a damn good show.
I'm gonna be honest with you guys.... there was a lot of people at this show that I knew. I saw a bunch of kids from school, I myself was accompanying four of Bridgewater's finest young skanks (my lil' sister and her friends) and also Sam Rogers and the Ferrises went, and then a whole buncha kids from NTCS.
I'm gonna be honest with you, I smell bad and I'm tired. The LTJ set was awesome, I've never seen them live before, and even though I don't listen to them really anymore, it was still an incredible show. Something Corporate sucks, the only good thing they did was a cover of "Hey Ya" by Outkast. I love Outkast.