I dont really have a story for y'all today but i do need to say a few things that are directed at some people i know. I am not trying to be a bitch, i'm just being honest.

IN: Hanging out with your friends.
OUT: Being all over your "significant other" while all your friends are in the room

IN: Going to your friends house
OUT: Making your friends feel like your using them for their house

IN: Being considerant of others
OUT: Caring only about yourself

IN: Having a clue
OUT: Being mentally incompetent

Needed to vent alittle bit there. They are good rules for life I think. Thanks for you time.

Oh dont worry i didnt forget about the stories you have all come to read and love...

So this morning I was thinking about Mr.T, and I started to discuss this with Merry, Danielle, and Dan. If Mr.T was to be made a Saint, which I'm sure he will, what would we call him? Saint T or Saint Mr.T. Personally I feel Saint Mr.T is too long. Plus if someone slurs their words together it sounds like they are saying Saint Mystery. Thats a whole other can of worms. Saint T is pretty cool. However, Merry raised an interesting point, he could just remain Mr.T because Mother Theresa just left her name. But then there would have to be a footnote with the name somewhere because society isnt smart enough to know that Mr.T is a saint, half the people probably have no clue what a saint is.
So i figure the best way for Mr.T aka Saint T to get the word out is to issue a trading card. He can use background graphics of gold chains, insert his picture, and write the following:
Saint Name: Mr.T
Holy Statement: I pity da foo dat dont know I'm a Saint!
Hobbies: Cuttin' out the Jibba Jabba, and using my head by calling collect.

There can be a whole edition of Saint Trading Cards....I could make millions...or fail and wind up (eyes light up at realization) HOMELESS. SCORE! I knew there was a way!

Its friday kids that means its time for the phrase of the week

This week its brought to you by an inside joke with me and liz that we told mostly everyone about.

Lisp Girl: Jshesush, you guysh SHUCK. I'm sho thirshty, pleashe, pleash. I need shomething to drink
(makes random lisp noise)

The following is another lil something from Creative Writing. You're all caught up now once you read this. So get to it..

9/26
Yesterday while talking to the ever so cool Notorious L-I-Z, I had a revelation. The fact just hit me. Grandmas are internet masters. But it doesnt stop there, they are sages in the computer field. Always know how to operate it (turning on and off), easily check their email, IM their friends, and always know how to fix any problem. Liz told me they taught her everything she knows. The statement was evident to me when both of us suffered internet failure yesterday around 4:00. While I tried to restart the computer and check to see if the connection was there, good ol' Liz just constantly tried to sign on hitting "Connect" about 10 times. Guess who got online 1st.....Liz. She was taught by a master greater than mine, on the mount Grand Ma Ma. Stupid me went to Nepal, they taught me JACK. All we did was meditate and talk about Buddha.
BORING!!

Parent saying of the week: (chuckling) Of course I dont give you money. You're not even my kid. You're adopted..

Yo Auhncaehr. Auhncaehr bout nut-in. Aint nev gon care. Although not caring has its disadvantages. For instance, if I were to fill out a servey entitled "All about me," you can guess what every answer would be. I'm not good with conversation, it's more like a guaranteed argument if you approach me. I'm actually very boring, but auhncaehr. I should prob find something to care about. I am kinda partial to food, kitties (NOT cats), and toothbrushes. But that's it. I dunno what kinda career I can establish myself in that involves those 3 things. Auhncaehr though, I could be a garbage man for all I care. But AUHNCAEHR! (mumbles to self about not caring)

IN: getting days off from school via Jewish Holidays
OUT: Getting homework Senor year....can you say Senoritis?

Hey Everybody. Ok i have a new addition from the good old creative writing. I'm so glad i write things to amuse myself in that class while everyone writes about their day. Cuz when i get bored, i go thru some of the crazy tings i write about and laugh. Oh the humor..

9/24/01

I think instead of going to college I should be a bum. I could be my own boss that way. Determine what ally to live in, what box to sleep in, what garbage to eat, what obsenities (spelling on that?) to yell, which sweatpants to wear, which rock I will make my pet cat. The possibilies are endless. That way I dont have to go through all the stress of surviving college, that's too complicated. Now I can just focus on trying to survive all together. I'll probably have to be disowned, which means I'll have to let my parents find me high in the house. I could get drugs from just about anyone is school. My rents will see me chillin' in the den (like a villan of course, cuz there aint no other way to chill). The room will be filled with smoke, which is actually steam cuz i dont really want to get high and my parents wont know the difference. Then they'll be all, "Youz disowned" and I'll be all, "oh snap."
Or maybe I'll just join the circus. That disowned biz is a lot of work. There must be an easier way to become homeless...
(ponders)

Song of the day: Secret Agent Man, Austin Powers soundtrack as well as many other spy movies

And now, the closure to the Harry episode
::Wayne's World Flashback::

My plot worked! I knew it would. It was just too good. However, the threat still remains. Demons dont just leave and never come back, ESPECIALLY after being tricked. I got to make sure I dont fall asleep with my mouth open, because then he'll sneek back in. I could install a security system to keep him out. Or maybe, if I dont have the budget for that I could get a lock or the club. Put that bad boy on my mouth and no one will get in...
uh oh. There is a familiar pain like feeling in my tummy. Could it be? (time turns into slow motion for dramatic effect) NOOOO! (burps) Oh it was just a gas bubble. No worries. Aint no Harry 'round hea.

Now that was a short one so i'll add another lil short one. My brother wants to go online cuz he "told his friends he'd be on" and i was like you mean your girlfriend and he had no comment (his gf being some chick with the SN of Sugarbabies68). He met her online, appearently she goes to longwood. He's only 12 so i hope hes not typin bad things with this chica. Anyone finds out info..Email me at cooleen8@hotmail.com
Back to the funny

Another flashback. (walks over to the time machine and puts 9/17/01 as the date, presses start)

9/17/01
One day of school and then a holiday (cue song "Holiday" by Modonna). Two whole days off. Its a regular weekend. So I'm 'appy about that. Although we were supposed to be able to leave the DAMN school today but since I go to sachem....I shoulda seen this coming. Closed campus=suck. Freakin kids all over the place, cant walk. They are all 16-18yrs old and NO ONE knows how to walk. It blows my mind. It must be too complex for the majority of the students. I wonder if they have the same problem at Harvard. Them peoples be smart so I reckon they dont.
DE END

And now the moment you are all waiting for. Let the suspense end.

Ladies and gentlemen, the conclusion of the story of Harry.

9/10/01
I think I figured out how to defeat Harry. I have devised a plan. He seems to get happy when I feed him. But that just keeps him happy..it doesnt get rid of him. So I figure I'll back a cake and talk about how good it's going to taste really loud so he hears me. I'll taunt him in a way. When the smell gets to his area, he'll want to jump out and eat it. I'll just sit next to the cake, taking deep breaths so the smell can get to him fast. Then I'll say "Oh too bad I'm on a diet and can't eat this,"(loud once again to make sure he hears me). He'll go crazy from the smell and jump out of my throat to eat the cake. Hopefully it wont hurt. Then, while he's distracted by this wonderful cake I'll rig up a fishing net, connect it to the wall near by (where I'll be standing) and then light a candle under the rope to burn through it. When it burns through in about 5 mins the net will fall and I will jump up and down clapping while I laugh at Harry. And then the most glorious thing will occur. The timer on the stereo will go off to "hit the road Jack." Harry will sense his defeat, hang his head in shame, and leave. It's flawless...

There is one last entry left to this saga. A conclusion of sorts. Join me tomorrow, same time, same place, as I kick it Oldschool.