He was the sweetest of children. Always helpin' his mama he was. Oooh child, if you'd a seen his face you'd think youz was lookin at an angel. But we all know, all the angels stay in heaven. So dat made him one of those fallen angels. He ran away from home when he was only all of 7 years. Carried a big ol' suitcase down yonder (points down yonder, aka down the road). No one did stop him, cept that UPS truck. Smacked his brains clear 'cross the road it did. I didnt shed a tear though. I never did like that boy.
-This contradicting rant is brought to you by old people...
Old People, when they get senial, put them in a home.

It's Friday everyone and we all know what that means...Phrase O the week time!! (various shouts from the studio audience)
This week's phrase is from Liz, Liz Rival*i...can you figure out who that is?
The phrase was said in regards to the Food Drive, while looking at my "Fancy Sliced Carrots" can she said, in a southern accent:
--Be careful wit dem cans! (implying the importance of it being "fancy")

I would like to take the honor of renaming homeless people to a more appropriate name: Lazy Folk. They have really gotten on my nerves recently. Usually I am fond of them but when it comes to the holiday season, they just piss me off. Is it really that hard to get a job? NO, they are just too lazy so they depend on people who work hard for the money and leach off them through the power of guilt. (mocking voice) Oh i'm soo hungry. Give me money for food. Oh you want money? Then dance and sing for me, dont just be annoying, be creative, use your brain. You know they look forward to thanksgiving time cuz they get lots of food and arent greatful, they just expect it. They use us year after year, those smooth criminals. Damn them all..(until the summer time)

POOP!

I wish I could just think of food and it would appear, like Peter Pan and the lost boys did in Never Never Land. But instead of that crazy food that was colored weird and such, it would be like chicken, cake, ice-cream, peanut butter M&Ms, soup, and what have you. To top it off, that stuff could be healthy for you! That would be the greatest and it would solve world hunger. I'm a genius! I cant wait to go to Never Never Land this year! (thinks of happy things to fly but realizes that there is no fairy dust on me) RATS!

School is a lot of fun when you dont go to the 1st 4 periods...thank you drama!

Check out Incubus - Warning, the only versions so far are live but it's a great new song.

extreme change of pace for me today but i want to post this anyway, cuz my emotions have been all over this week.

Blurry Vision

Why do I do the things I do?
Is it me?
You?
The World?
I'm under the microscope
of my own eye
What's my motive?
These atoms of insecurities fly around
Faster and faster
Until they collide
in and explosion of tears.
And like so many things in life
I dont know why

Look around,
Everyone wages their own battles
but you never see the white flags
We're all actors
Glass characters
pretending to be made of metal.

Note to self : Dont ever play football again.

I cant believe the level of soreness i am experiencing right about now. Oochy ouchy! It even hurts when I lay down to rest, I feel like i have arthritis. So not fun.

Today is Sunday, Nov. 11th. That means Priemere night for Fox. I look forward to Simpsons, Malcom in da mid., and X files. Its sad to me that XF is getting bad press for this year, it was such a great show. I will be very sad if I will have to say, "it USED to be good." But i'll watch nevertheless, cuz I love Gillian. I know her by a 1st name basis.

Bless us all...every one! -Tiny Tim

Now the moment you have all been waiting for...The conclusion of Mary, the scratchy throat goblin.


Ding Dong "Mary" is dead! Vitamin C finally decided to show up and kicked it oldschool of her. About time, there was a moment when I felt doomed to forever have this illness invading my throat. But alas, NEVERMORE! It was only for like a fragment of a second that I thought otherwise, cuz i mean i dont question the awesome power of Vit. C, only fools do that.

Speakin of Fools, good song: Loverfools by The Cardigans

Phrase O the Week: Its brought to you by me, call me what you will this is MY website afterall, so GET OFF MY BACK! Anyhoo...
(as I hug my notebook I comment)_It's DELIGHTful.

Big Event for me- I got picked to do a one min. monologue on a broadway stage for when my Oral Communications class goes to see Rent. I am so excited. Seeing that being on stage is something I want to make my career out of, its a big deal and really cool experience for me. Can't wait for Dec 6 to hit.

And so last weeks Saga continues...

This Vitamin C super hero pill is taking a long time to form. I fear becoming too dependent on this Vit. C and actually being defeated, its crazy i know. I refuse to lose, that would be just plain wrong. I will not let this "Mary" ruin me!! She's going down, she's going down BIG TIME. I'll find her when she's sitting at the kitchen table reading the comics on a Sunday morning. Then I'll grab her by the throat and tell her she's got 2 choices. Either Shimmy, or DIE (dun Dun DUN). And because Mary cant shimmy, being a scratchy throat goblin and all, she WILL die. Mu-ha-ha (fades to black)

Mary still raves havoc in my throat region. She will be defeated as Harry was. Vitamin C will soon collect enough energy to form a Mary Ass Kicking Entity. (envisions giant circular Vit. C tablet with golden glow). The name of this hero...(dramatic pause) Vitamin C-its not very creative, but what exactly did you expect from a pill. They arent what you'd call "honors material."

Lately I feel like dancing, not your usual shimmy, but an all out dance. Shake my groove thang, and get some fries to go with it.

The doors of opportunities are wide open, hopefully i wont hesitate to walk through them.

This is what I would call and older article from the Colleen Times, old but still good.

I think "Harry," the devil who made his home in my stomache but was kicked out, has sent a friend to "chill" in my throat. I've been popping vitamin C like its my job so there is NO way I can be getting sick. So once again Harry strikes, only this time it's one of his friends- "Mary." Poor Harry has resorted to giving me a scratchy throat throught the power of Mary, the scratchy throat goblin for those who dont know her. Harry is just crossing the line now. I mean, I actually know he's responsible for the wave of hang ups plaguing the phone, I have caller ID. So now I must devise a plan to defeat this goblin. I'm alittle rusty in the goblinology so i might have to seek advice, but either way..Mary is going down...WAY down.

As for the mus-ak: It's official, I'm obsessed with Coldplay. I searched for new songs today and found 4 great songs. Man they are SO great its amazing. If you want to check out the newst songs they are; Animals, No more keeping my feet on the ground (a long title but its really good so dont discrimminate), For you, and Only Superstition.

In the latest news: The "less fortunate" are becoming a big pain in the arse. At the rate I'm going with all these food drives in every Fing class, i'll be at a soup kitchen for thanksgiving. (shakes fist)

Why is "Cup Noodles" called that? Why not Cup O Noodles. Were they that lazy that they couldnt even slip an "o" between the name. Or maybe the company is too far in debt so they cant afford more ink to print out an "o". Maybe they could hire some elves to write an "o" between the words, under pay them, give em no insurance, beat them, make em cry. Elves are good for that kind work, and they dont complain..well, to your face anyway, cuz they gots no wherez else to go. Santa is laying off a lot of workers..and elves got to feed themselves.
But anyway, without the "o," Cup Noodles is like a fragment of a sentence...if cup noodles WAS a sentence that is. But a sentence needs a verb and all...WOW I'm a HUGE nerd.

Coldplay is my love

How come magna doodles always have dents in them? It doesnt matter how many times you try and erase it, it's there FOR-EV-ER!! You'd think they would perfect that, with all the money that flows into the magna doodle funds (looks away). But i mean is it really that hard to make a stronger cover, it is made for kids, they destroy things like its there job. But it's not their job, well it shouldnt be, that's child labor and we all know how wrong that is. Back to the whole toy thing, I never want to take my kid to Toys R Us until they are about 20 yrs old. It might sound liek i'd be a nazi as a parent, but think about it. Every parent goes there with good intentions of getting ONE toy (like that EVER happens) and they leave with their child kicking and screaming. Then comes the glances from the other people in the store mummbling under there breath that you are a child abuser. You just cant win.

I am aware that it is friday and this weeks Phrase O the week goes to Kristin Macrosin(i totally did not spell her last name right, or probably the 1st for that matter) Only a select drama ppl will get this:
You're smoking a JOINT in MY CLASS?!!---you had to be there

As for Drama...plays is this weekend so go see MAKIN IT today or Sat. its at 8 and its 8 bucks. Just watch for the detention kids cuz we are so funny i must say.

Wow lookin back on last weeks posts...i had nothing to talk about cept the new format, i apologize for such boring CRAP. I gots a whole bunch o new stuff now.

Very busy weekend, one thing I had to do on Sat was take the ACT. Nice and early. I think it's moments like those when having a clone would be beneficial, a person who by every physical appearance IS you. But, for this other you to help take tests in your place, you'll need to tell, for argument sake we'll call this "other you," Sam. Tell Sam everyone studies all the time so they can survive. The people who dont get will inevitably get eaten by dinosaurs....You are guaranteed that studing is ALL Sam will do. However, in case you get stuck with a bad clone, if its defective use it as a bookself.

Guess what kids?! Its Friday..and we all know what that means. (crowd gets all into it and shouts the following: PHRASE O THE WEEK!)

This week's phrase is brought to you by the narrating ability of Danielle O'leary. Backround info: While watching a cheesy movie in eco about supply and demand they talked about a drought in america during the 70s or something, people were trying to consurve water and they showed a sign which read:
If it's yellow, leave it mellow.
If it's brown, flush it down.

Its a good motto.

Shout outs to..: Danielle- Look, he's REALLY there! (obviously the man is standing in front of a blue screen)
LIZ- Mmmmmm...

There might be a shortage of funny this weekend, as the Big Cheese aka Me, has mucho junk to do. (whatever could junk mean in that sentence?)

i tink i will actually stay with dis format. (applause at the fact that i made up my mind..Hurray)

After the dwarfs had realized their numbers had decreased from 54 to 7...they started to suspect Hungry...or as some like to call him, Hungy.

Ok so i'm fickle and changed my mind about 100 times with this new webpage setting...it happens. BACK OFF!!! (goes over and awkwardly smacks yo mouth, thus, knocking your teeth out like CHICKLETS!)....damn

ok so i saw the fire one and was like....this is to hard to read, BE GONE! And with a poof it was and now there is this sphere O fun as i like to call it, in its place. You like, you buy.

yeah new site page deal...do you like the fire? I dunno if i want to stay with this one or go with a robot type one...Gemme some feedback.

Last week i realized how bad commericals occur. Sometimes they purposely make them stupid, so you remember it, but thats nothing new. Here's what i figured out...they (the advertising ppl) sit around a table for who knows how long, throwing out any idea and by the time they think of anything halfway decent, they think its great cuz their brains are so tired and in actuality its horrible. Kinda like "The Chicken Man" from the McDonalds commericals. You know the big boss guy (thats there titles now, not CEO) knew it was bad but made it anyway. You know why? Cuz you dont want depressed employees, especially after they get fired cuz then they do crazy tings like jump out windows or eat their poo. You have to keep them 'round for their well being. Thus, bad commericals happen b/c of kind-hearted big boss guy's, bless them. Now instead of bitchin about those wasted seconds of your life (like i do) we should embrace them. For it keeps those poor souls in advertising alive.

BLAH!
that is all...

Getting old is a lot like being a baby. You cant walk, you wear diapers, lose teeth and eat soft food, people talk funny to you, you have a distinct odor. Have you ever noticed that? There is the baby smell and old ppl smell, there isnt any teenage smell, or mid-30s smell...(Jerry Seinfeld voice) Whats the deal with that? Anyway...I worry about getting old, being all of 17 already i think i should. But on a sad and serious note, most old ppl are rejected by society, the butt of jokes, always accused of farting. Society wants nothing to do with you and you're placed in a home, just tossed aside like an out of date toy. It's so sad and lonely, especially if you out live your friends or spouse. That's why there are so many crazy old ppl--they snapped. Most ladies give up on people and turn to cats, getting as many as humanly possible. Others turn mean and watch kids through the curtains, and steal all the "young-ins" toys that land in their yard. There there is a small population of cool old people who seem to be forever young in spirit. I want to be one of those.

A funny/crazy ting i did today: Kissed Tony on the cheek as he went to leave school just to see his reaction and the others in the group.

Dont you hate those 2-5 min periods that you get nothing accomplished...but not by choice. Lots of times it happens when you are waiting, either for something or someone. It happens in school all the time! You sit there in those O so comfy seats waiting for the bell to ring. Instead of taking that energy and time, and applying it to something productive like dodge ball, or shimmying, eating, doing a circus act, makin puddin'...you are left just waiting. Fixing your eyes upon some random object. For instance, a pencil sharpener, wondering if it gets used and how much. The extremes of desperation to keep my mind awake cause me to take that thought further and ask if the pencil sharpener hates pens cuz they think they are so tough not needin to be sharpened and all....has the pencil sharpener ever sharpened an innocent pen out of anger?
A lot of times I sit and over hear convos...or fake interest in one. I mostly try to put that time to good use, make some faces when no one is looking and laugh at myself. Hey, at least I am working on the abs...

Song thats good for dancy dancy: Peaches by Presidents of USA