The Dark Cow Of Mystery

Now I Know what yall might be thinking...
"It's just like when they distract a cow right before they club it with a sledge hammer..." damn them. Who them? They Them. they know who they are; But we don't.

Mr mehl, how was rat race? No, i wasn't selling nothing to nobody. Especially not her. no. ugh.(remember to always keep your belts buckled and tray tables in their closed position)

The rest of yall, here is a tail. Not a tail with a moral or message, no, merely a tail of a poor soul whose mind is in a confusing civil war. Well she called again. I didn't have the heart to tell that i don't like her. she was able to get her slippery words into my mind, throwing the balance of power. damnit. I agreed. she said that she would call back. I was still drunk on her ideas, so ,not skillfully, no, how to describe, but well palaced in my mind, like a match thrown into a large pool of gasoline(even if you miss, you'll set off the fumes). Well i waited all afternoon and evening for her to return the call. turned down a chance for a ride and maybe a free ticket to Rat race. finally called back around 9, asking to "hang out for an hour". I agreed(my parents were a the booster club party thing and said that as long as i was back by ten, icould go out) and waited for her to pick me up. Well my parents came home before she arrived and i checked with my mother(hey, i was still not thinking straight) to be sure it was all right. she said no. I had to wait for her to explain it to her. she wore a shirt that said "punk princess". What punk about her? Evil person. arghh. Still recovering from hangover.

"see the little goblin, see him standing there..."-Lord Blackadder, whilst drunk.

So andrew wants me to jump on the bandwagon and get aim. So does joe. And Cat. Maybe even katy. Well i say screw aol. I'm making my own instant messager. I'll call it a telephone or perhaps E-mail.

I went out with joe. Harassed katy. Sorry bout that. I owe you an ice cream. yeesssssssssssss sss sss. Oh well, what can you do?

"nice"-melissa. everthing is always nice with that girl. Somday she will kill us all.

"less chat more splat"--simpsons

Well, i as up all night,
and can't think of a thing to write,
so i'll just write a little rhyme,
and go fill my stomach with chyme.
Well, i think it's called chyme.

"I want to swim, yeah, like the dolphins can swim"--wallflowers.

So this is what you do when your bored?
love is just a coffin sealed with steel metal nails.--me

"let the bodies hit the floor"-- damn stupid song by pussy hardcores Maybe i'd better make your body hit the floor, Huh? what do you think, ya pussy posers who sell out immediately. Never heard you before, but now your every were. hell, ya even sold your selves out at the lowest point, wwf(or is it wcw(or whatever it is now)). Geez, yall are cheap. Cheap social whores.

Anyhow, I have a #new# cunning catch phrase. Some of you might remember my sexual angst "What about patrick(while pointing to myself).Patrick wants toto(noone realised that really it's a secret cry out for want to be a ballerina;)" or the ever popular "i'm dead sexy"(sometimes with bad scottish accent) or the variant "Damnit, I'M SEXY"(often done with jumping and hand swinging). Well here is the new catch phrase---"They call me(might also become 'I am') Raging Hormones, feel my Wrath" I think this will go well with my nonthreating fool persona, which i have built well. Anyone have any variations that they think would work with Raging Hormones(like I'm raging hormones, feel the power of my pants attack(only better, okay?))?

Well i know this is pretty lame, but who cares? I sure as hell don't and this is my page. Moo Ha HA ha...

Oh, my dear friends, i've been invited to my friend courtney's end of the summer bash. Ooh, Can't Wait!

"So shave your face with some mace in the dark..."-Beck

So, what was your name again?
"I'll Sleep When I'm Dead"

Well the previous version of this entry was really lame. Like how lame wetli's class was. Yeah, that lame. Oh well, we do make amends...

Well, i went onto powerschool to find out my teachers. First of all, my concurrent enrollment chemistry is now just a honors class. Second, i have wetli again. My History teacher is named Orgies. And Fourth, my religion is northway. Not all of these are negative points, supposedly Northway is an alright teacher, and any teacher with the name orgies has to be good(unfortunately, he's a man :0(as i have said many times(with varying levels of frustration/agitation)"Damnit, I LIKE WOMEN")).

Well, moving on in the program, i would like to write a few minutes about hands. My hands. (really i couldn't careless about your hands)
Any how, as many of you may know, i never know what to do 'ith my hands. Their always moving about, squirming, looking for something to hold onto, sometimes copying my words, other times mocking them. Sometimes i even have to restrain one with the other. They like little rogue nations, always buzzing about, crying out for dignity, respect, equality, and for anything else under the sun. sometimes i can play one of the of the other, but rarely can i convince the both of them to do what i want.

Recently, at a concert, a friend was feeling kinda' sick and was bent over holding her knees, and looking like deaths next door neighbor(she's normally pretty cute(or should i say pretty and cute(but i digress))). Well saddam and arafat reached out and just started to knead(massage guttermind) her back. I really didn't realise what they were doing. that's crazy. Perhaps the massage is in their dna. Hmmm. Obviously it's not in my dna, because my hands were adopted from a different place then from where i was adopted(so what if my parents have birth certificates?)

Well i hope my rants on nothing are good for you, because i think i'm getting Arthritis...

"... for the average American, the person who is "most likely to kill you" is ... yourself."--from http://loveless.someone.net/

Kiki was her name....
"I have faced the unknown, and returned victorious"-me, just felt like writing that in quotes.

I Went to the crouching finger hidden fish tour today. We saw four of the five bands, leaving before really small fish, just after Goldfinger played "99 red balloons" (a song that my friend caroline got me hooked on). Up first was "riddlin kids". I really liked this band, while kiki and layne didn't. I sawv the glimmer of a great stage show in their act, except of course they went first and most people didn't know them and even more had never heard their music. I liked them and think i'm buy their ep(any one know what ep stands fro?).Then came the movielife. didn't like. die movie life die. then came home grown. great band, good stage show. Finally Goldfinger. Incredible. Amazing. Dude! It would have been worth the twenty dollars just for them.

What else is going on? Well i got a letter from caro on saturday. Yeah. I met the infamous kiki for the first time. cool girl. Still writing account of my summer camp experiance. had incredible conversation with annika.

Why am i so mean?
I'm being mean to andrew. Sorry. I apoligize.

Guess what! I'm going to the reel big fish/goldfinger concert! My ride Is Layne! Yeah! (she also is my parent ordered chaperone(can you believe i have to have a chaperone(or that they'll let one of my friends cover the job?)))

"There are monsters, there are angels,
there's a peaceful and a rage inside us all.
There's sugar & there is salt
there's ice and there is fire in every single heart.
There are monsters. There are angels. "--Voice of the beehive

"dead eyes, are you just like me?"--Andrew

THe long and short, no. I'm nothing like you. I only have one mail account. I only have one weblog. I only have one set of eyes(snicker snicker)
I thought his page was a hoot, though.

Today i called joe. he said we couldn't hang out till past five. I said i'd call him back. well i fell asleep and didn't wake up till seven, which is too late to hang out, because that would have left only two and half orth while hanging out time. I did call, though and got his mother(?). sounds british.

While i slept today, annika called me back. argh. Blue cat asked me once what was my thing with her. Well, she's one of the few people who i can talk with without the conversation devolving into sex. That, and our conversations are actually interesting. Like our plan to go she pearl harbor in camo gear. unfortunately, i accidentally left her at juan diego one night(the big concert thing in may)and she was stuck there till 11:30, so that kinda screwed the plan.

Speaking of war movies, their making a movie about an italian soldier. anyone else see the problem? The italians are horable soldiers, heck in ww2 they only won against the untrained armies and unarmed sand duns in Africa. Now they want to glorify their incompotence? come on, who rights this stuff?

"for sale: thousands of italian world war two era rifles.
Condition: near mint, only been dropped once."

Some people.
Nyet(formerly nerduck(formerly Licyeus(formally andrew))) has a new email. Whats that, Three, four this year? How many websites/pages/other have you had? for such logical person, your not very constant. You're new name should be X, or Y, or, if you are truly bold, Z.

I know that's mean, but he's like his own little red alert virus. Trying to clog up the internet, one computer at a time:)(apparently it works though, cus we all go(Licyeus, your like a drug( avery mean drug(drugs are bad, bad, bad drug))))

Last night i rote this, and was about to post it when i found a link. The link. BAH HAH HAH!

Today i went on a quest for warm bodies. It was 9:10, and i don't like calling after 9:30, so my work had to be quick. I called Annika. Line busy. Called lizzy. I have problems dialing her number, the phone company makes you pay long distance by dialing 1801, so I decided to use a cell phone which for some reason they don't block. Not there. Called Layne. Line Busy. Called John schilling. Had similiar problem with first 3 digits. Got around it by dialing 1 801 ......... Any how he wasn't there. I did, however, wake his mother. That was pretty funny. I could here the sleep in her voice, it was strong and intense, the sleep i mean. She asked who i was. I said I'm patrick. She instently awoke as her nuerons began to fire. SHe began trying desperately to connect the name and the voice to the face. "patrick jackson?" no "What's your last name?" schoen "(much gusto)Patrick Shilling!?!(one could tell the sleep had only taken a siesta, rather than leaving entirely)" No, patrick schoen "did you go to lagoon with him" i've to lagoon, not with him though "were do i know you from?" You probably don't, i go his school "Are you sure?" .... and on it went. Ten minutes. Argh.

Damnit! Every time i here Gwen's sweet voice, i think of Jenifer Sparks (no, jo, not naked). Stupid no doubt obsession. argh. Why must she ruin my perfect obsession.

Did ya like that? Was it good for you?
Okay, go home now.

"Where do they flowers go when they are gone?"--Vast

"sometimes i get all excited, just like jojo the idiot circus boy with a pretty new pet!"
--gotta love fat people who overdose. Okay really i forgot what his name is.

Guess what! What? Jake(the man) has linked to me. Believe this or not, but when i saw that beautiful link, i got all excited and started skanking and jumping around. after five minutes of this, i hit something and fell over. Then i got up and read what he wrote for my link. "The odd yet funny Patrick's site". THat's Two words longer than layne's link. and that's twice the lenght of all the other's. hahahahahahahaha. Now my link will probably shrink to two words (dumb ass, perhaps:). wait that's three:)

Here's a funny little movie i found:Pretty funny with japanese music. Big though, so wait till the middle of the night.

"Yall you don't know what it's like, being middle class and white"--ben folds five, good song

hehehe...

"Before and After shots."

Hmmm, what to write?
Has it become practice to only reply to letters that state "write back"? I know i'm as guilty as others, but i don't care of my failings, just yours. All of yours. Granted some of my letters are unrepliable, but damnit, i'm waiting on five or six replies. argh.

I went on a walk in dimple dell park. I saw a four sparrow hawks, two adults and two juveniles.

As you travel down life's road,
let this be your goal.
Keep your eyes be ever on the donut,
and not upon the hole

Moo-Ha-Ha
"If you don't like looking at shirts, you can just look at pants." --Sona Zaveri, Univ. of Washington math TA, giving an analogy in a probability class

Any of you remember my problem? Yeah the one involving the Ex. I've figured out a solution. I figured i had two options. The honest "i don't want to have sex", leaving out the "with you" part, or i could play the gay card. I really don't want to use the gay card, because thats the kind of thing that ends up biting you in the ass. So i'm gonna be "creatively honest". then if that doesn't phase her, i can play one of three cards, the bad sex, the sexual problem/std, and the gay card. I think that leaves me plenty of choices. Hopefully i don't have to use any of the backup ones, being that they all could come back, and as i mentioned before, and bite me in the ass.

"emails from xxx anarchists in baggy shorts speaking of eyes. very important, the eyes. i agree..."--bluecat

I'm not entirely insane. I'm not totally alone in my ideas. She agrees with me, though i'm a socialist, and have no baggy shorts. Ng-e, what can ya' do?(to quote a canadian)

My mother is having her gall bladder removed right now. I have mixed feelings about this. It's a routine surgery, but accidents happen. Some of you might think, assume, congial the idea that i might be hoping for something bad to happen, but i don't. I'm like RoboCop, and can't kill my creator. She programed me well, though not well enough. what am i talking about? I don't know, i'm just rambling.

Today is hick day. were browning shirts. Grow a mullet. Act like an ass in fornt of women. Eat pickled eggs.