Friday, February 6, 2004

false alarm, kids. it just won't do.

saw the single most idiotic fight i have ever seen. mainly it was two guys glaring at each other and then suddenly one said "go jump over a fence" and carlo rushed in to break up the obviously raging confrontation. the ramones - "beat on the brat" kept on playing in my head. hilarious.

no more pilgrimages to janelle's house. i swears it. i apologize. i was used, for i thought when i went there, your naps where covered with protective blankets. i had no idea it would happen. during rehearsals you never napped. i apologize for my behavior.






February 2, 2004

so i guess today is a day to eat. massive consumption levels are messing with the motherboard. i guess my day was determined by my breakfast of cheeseburger el mcdonaldos. school lunch was an extreme example of our exploiting our school's all-you-can-fit-onto-a-lunch-plate salad bar policy. janelle and i ate like royalty.

then at home, my stomach was attacked with soup jones. so i grabbed some and ate it fast as you'd like. now i'm at desert, with a nutrigrain bar and chocolate chip cookie.

i let myself go and i like it.

people should be nicer to tiffany colby, otherwise known as andy dick. stupid high school kids can be so motivated by appearance, it's sickening. i can't wait to run away from this pool of superficiality. it gets pretty ugly out there.

vh1 and it's replays. man, berlin. take my breath away. sigh. they don't make them like they used to.

i'm ready for a new semester. i'll eat it before it gets me.




Grades

child psych - a
japanese - a
algebra II - a-
pre-ap - a
p.e. - ?
advanced physical science - a-

are you proud of me? ehh. it's ok for an average ninth grader, but underneath me based on my rigerous expectations of myself and my reach. this school is too closed for me. i need more options and more conversation about lessons. it's hard to learn when there is no discussion. the walls a thinning and have only one direction. i'm getting claustrophobic.

reminds me of the homework i'm supposed to be doing.

btw new song choices. go ahead and cop them.

happy birthday sophia!




February 1, 2004

today of all days is superbowl sunday. if you have been reading this for a while, then your mother has a job and is a respected member of the community. oh and you would know that i deplore and don't understand the seemingly vast world of sports. movement to me is like salt to a slug. well, you might even say that i'm like a slug due to our slow movement, but i like the first metaphor better, because it does not imply that i am like a slug, when i only mean it as to it's speed-articulated capacity.

is it just me, or would you rather watch the commercials? that's the only reason i take some time away from my life to observe a few guys fight over a ball. i don't even know who is playing, and because the matter seems to be of most importance, i should just yell off-color sports related words that may not have anything to do with football that might pertain to chess or badminton.

i don't mean to switch gears here, but i found this fun name thing at this website. let's see what ambigious comments that have infinitly many outcomes for a set of people or things that can be distinguished by one's personal statuses such as birthdate and favorite colors can say about the letters of my name:

r you are a social butterfly
y you cause a lot of trouble
a you can be very quiet when you have something on your mind.
n you like to work but you always want a break.

and just for the h-e-double-hockey-sticks of it:

b you are very cautious when it comes to meeting new people
e you are a very exciting person
r you are a social butterfly
n you like to work but you always want a break
a you can be very quiet when you have something on your mind
r i guess i'm even more of a social butterfly...
d you have trouble trusting people

well, what am i? a ryan or a bernard? i think it's the latter.

brian should go with the faux hawk. i will allow it, because i couldn't do it with my hair for it's too curly and not too straight to do so. he needs a new look anyways. predictability makes me shudder.

new fixation of mine. muse - time is running out. it's just too good for words.




January 24, 2004

friday was a stellar day. top notch. huzzah, pip cheerio and what not. pep assembaly was less than a bag of chips, teetering toward a lone poptato, uncut, moist, and rotting under dim lighting. sure, my small part in running around in front of 2,133,224 people, (4,266,447 eyes to be exact, odd due to the aiming of robin hood at any individual who would ever think about getting up) wasn't all i expected, and i did feel like dying, the good thing about the friday school session was everyone seemed to have a relativley good mood. which made everything close to perfect. almost a full meter if the lunchroom still had fries and a burrito for me to soak into my system.

met rj, kairi's soulmate-against-her-will. the whole fieldtrip to janelle's sister's house reminded me of california. good times.

finals are coming. hiatus for the week. enjoy.




January 22, 2004

i remember now why i hate automated, autoformatted, autoconfined 'blogging' tools. they leave no space for creativity and if you were even to want to step outside the box and escape the paradigm, you must take the capitalist route and pay. great system.

finals are coming around the corner. let me just pee myself before it jumps up, shrieks, and severely frightens me.

go outside and enjoy yourself.
you owe me 7 dollars. you know who you are.




January 15, 2004






January 15, 2004

aileen is official spell checker. any mistakes, you blame on her.

technically i'm supposed to be doing my homework. but theoretically i am not. hypothetically if i didn't do my home work [aileen: homework's one word, homie. ryan: good catch, doggy dog.] homework, then i would be up forever. supposedly i could do it right now. but that wouldn't be much fun.

walking from the bus this day, i stood and listened to the sewer. and the birds. and the people. i watched the mist float over the mountain. a very zen moment, grasshopper.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. and you will never know.

haha secret library association. kind of like the dead poets club, but without the reading.




January 11, 2004

copped from janelle.

10 Reasons Why I'm Weird
1. i employ multiferous verbiage of articulate structure.
2. i don't say i'm weird for the sake of being strange.
3. i'm not driven by my hormones.
4. i don't agree with basic forms of male masculinity, in fact i would take reading, painting, composition, and sophisticated conversation over sports, girl obsessing, and ego boosting anyday.
5. i'm smarter than the average bear.
6. i have laughed at a funeral.
7. i detest idiocy.
8. i don't belong to a certain group or label.
9. i enjoy all realms of music not based on their popular connotation, but on their artistic merit.
10. i'm not wierd.

9 things I'm looking forward to
1. farm day
2. college
3. history day
4. debate day
5. school
6. dinner
7. lunch
8. breakfast
9. the universal answer

8 things I've recently accomplished
1. not my homework
2. living
3. consumption
4. cloning research
5. took a shower
6. watched big fish
7. spent some time with the family
8. learned to correctly spell 'jealous'

7 things in my bag
1. credit card digital watch
2. candy
3. spare change
4. pens
5. notepad
6. amusements
7. cd player/cds/headphones.

6 Favorite boys/girls
1. god
2. parental figure number 1
3. parental figure number 2
4. the neighborhood collective
5. the schoolside environment
6. the worldwide corporation

5 things I like to wear
1. button ups
2. jackets
3. pants
4. ties
5. a smile

4 nicknames
1. yan
2. bernie
3. diaz
4. that one kid

3 things on my mind
1. tom's diner
2. movie
3. homework

2 things I wish were better 1. my gpa
2. my muse

1 goal in life
1. to express.




January 11, 2004

today was fine by all standards. a few days ago it snowed. then the apocolypse occured. i, however, survived, and have nothing else to do but talk to myself total strangers about my days as the world's last surviving human. go me.

so aileen, franklin, and i as well as our younger tag-a-long flesh and crud came with us. exceptional movie. it was better than your gypsy mom. don't get it? watch the movie. now. run. flock. leave your family, sell all your worldly possesions and just waste your money on this movie instead of them japanese candy drugs. it was better than i expected. and then some.

if you have any spare time, go and download buy those songs on the sidebar. each one is audio gold. plutonium even.

in my search of infinite knowlege and such mental reverie, my curiosity compelled me to reasearch the realms of chaos and string theory, which by the by is some fascinating ish. it's strange how even the simplest of systems could have an infinite amount of answers in the anamoly of a single equation? or that the elementary particles in particle accelerators can be so related to quantum gravity? can you even imagine that superstring theory can virtually become the explanation for all of physics and science itself? who would have guessed that supersymmetric partilces such as selectrons and squarks, two theoreticly existing miniscule potent particles could solve all of our questions? my head hurts.






January 11, 2004

testing testing.. ichi ni san..