Wake up, we've got a big day ahead of us.Yo7-4-05
Fourth of july rocks! Especially raining right after the race... not hard to cool down. ATTTENTION ALL PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME-- my cell phone number is (319) 350-7192. Call me because I have no life, and I'll probably just stay home and read nerdy books if you don't force me out into the world. And I probably think you are pretty cool.
AP Week is Here5-2-05
Today is student appreciation day, and this week is AP test week, aka Eat dirt by studying week. Yeah, pointless. Nice website, though.
English++ 3-29-05
In AP writing Ms. Sheka (mrs torson) came up with a genius new project for us to do. What we do is pick a book of the Pulitzer Prize list that's won or been runner-up since 1986, so she can PROVE great literature has been written in our time. We read the book and then write a four page paper on why it won the prize. We have to use all sorts of fun stuff like literary elements. THe only big problem with the assignment is that there's some unwritten rule that dictates "A book MUST be at least 400 pages long to win the Pulitzer Prize." UNggh. And in other big news, Callanan is good at tennis while March needs to play catch-up. And in other big news omygosh I just can't wait for prom. (mr dress is sooooo pretty! It's got these short frills on the sleeves and-) Yeah, and TEC is coming up; I hear that's more of a good time than Moses's watch. harr harr. I need to update this page less.
Space Pirate 3-25-05
Should I be a space pirate or a space pirate musician? I gotta say that I love noth aerospace engineering and music, but which one will ultimately win out at the battle in my heart, or the brawl in the hall, or the confrontation in my ventriculation, or the fight in my might? Maybe I'll have to write to Sirius and see what he has to say. I love music too much to not do anything with it when I'm an old married spud, but there is one thing standing between me and a music degree. Ryan Deignan. If he wasn't so darned good at singing (grandted I can beat him out at the piano... for now. It won't take him too long to catch up, the clever dirt-bag) I might think I was at least moderate. But NO, he has to dwarf me. That Stephen Brandt kid, too, he's one of those guys who like to sing with all that resonance crap... I mean, it's like he's been taking lessons for years! Well, now that I've let my jealousy get the better of me, I better make like a tree and start movin'! I'll wave at you when I pass you on my way to musical genius.
Good Day 3-15-05
Yesterday, 3-14-05, will go down in the history books as one of the best days man has ever experienced. It all started at 5:30 am when I was on my normal jog- Ok, it was more of a sprint- I was hailed by a band of pirate astronauts. "Scurvy!" they said, and I climbed (clamb? clumb?) onto a red spaceship marked as "Spacebat Ultimate" as random high-tech looking pirates continued to say "Scurvy, scurrrvyyyy." WEll, we traveled the atmosphere for the next hour or so picking up spacechicks and looting the russians but at 7 I said I really needed to get ready for school. So they dropped me off at home and I decked myself all up in spirit attire and took my brother to school with me. (Mmmmm cocoa pebbles rock my spacesocks off) But as we got there Joe noticed nobody else was in the school colors, and it was getting to late to get home and change on time. But just then I heard a ringing in my pocket and I pulled out a weird sphereical device I didn't know I had. It shot up a hologram of Vernon, the leada pirate, and he told me to take me and my brother out back and he'd give us some clothes that he pinched from a donation store. I breathed a sigh of relief. By the way, the chicks dig me (yes!).
In our Dr. Drey Makes Stuff Up class, we had a buddhist feast, which means we had chinese. And I had lunch. And I love calculus. And I spent two extra periods in the choir room, which was where the space pirates were hanging out. Apparently our choir director is pretty big homies with them because they used to adventure back in their college days. My choir teacher a hooligan? weird. Space pirates who can sing with beautiful resonance? Not so strange, I guess... I heart sneaking out of my normal classes and going down to the coir room. It's fun because ever since THe Great Tardy Party of 98 they've sent out sentry robots to senrty-ize the hall, and it's fun to fool them and see how close you can get to being caught. One time I dug myself in such a big hole that I had to barge in on Mrs. Kalinsky's class, but I talked myself out of trouble by mentioning her grandchildren and people going for walks on beautiful days. Back to our awesome choir teacher, I always knew that crook in his back wasn't stress related, he definenetly got injured with the space pirates ("Scurvy!").
After school I had play practice for a bit. Why is the word "goofers" so funny? Maybe it was my nasal tone. Then i snuck into kennedy's main office and tampered with their master server and modified the information so that I could come and shadow on thursday. I aslo made it so that Ben's middle name is changed to "Jew" and every random interval in an hour the lights would flicker annoyingly, but just until april 8.I met a new Friend3-2-05
Wow, I am in shock. I was just roving around the hood this weekend when I thought I heard something off in the woods. Obviously, I went to check it out, being a curious and slightly ADD type person. Well, it turns out that it was a unicorn in the forest, so we had some fun running around and stuff. You know, stuff like galloping and tossing manes and all those magical graces. But the thing is that in the magical world, nobody ever makes plans to follow up on the relationship, if we meet up again then I guess we'll meet again then. But don't ever say "Okay, lets do some more prancing. Does the 14th work for you?"
Musical, or should I say Non-logically-plotted-musical?2-07-05
The musical has started up, and amazingly I was casted. I play the part of Vernon. Yeah, 'Vernon' sounds like an old guy's name right? He probably goes around eating chicken wings and harrassing young ladies, not to mention complaining about his crappy knees. BUt actaully, Vernon is a baseball player in "Damn Yankees" our musical. Hmm, baseball player... Guess I don't have to take back anything I said about Vernon... But Damn Yankees is a comnpletely slim-plotted musical; I can't tell how things fit together and how did Joe get on the baseball field when we were in the middle of an intense moment? At least there's a few cheesy lines to keep me lovin every minute of it.
Science Bowl and WPA1-29-05
Ah! The glory of 4:20 in the morning! I woke up then to get ready for science quiz bowl, which is highly cool. Seriously, it used to be "you're not cook if you don't smoke," but now it's "You're a huge loser with your mama's lipstick smeared all over your face if you don't do science bowl." We went 2 and 2, which is ok, but GAAA I wanted to get a t-shirt! (t-shirts for going on to the next round) At least i got the question about Fortran right. And the one about Angular rotational retro-polarity.
So anyway, today is the WPA dance, right? Yeah, the thing about that is nobody asked me... So that means I'm either WAY out of everybody's league, or i'm a cotton-headed ninny-muggins. Well, I'm going all in on the latter, so I'll be eating ice cream and crying for a while. At least I have my cuddly snuggle bunny... Maybe Sirius would understand...
oh and there's actually something at the end of my secret page now.I bet you don't talk about this at Hy-Vee1-17-05
So yesterday I worked at Hy-Vee from 5-10, right? Doesn't sound too bad, only 5 hours. The customers coming through my express lane had quite and interesting conversation. I had no idea what they were talking about for a while.
Black Guy: Oh, come on, she's shouldn't do that.
Black Chick: Uh-huh(black woman sarcasm) Why not?
Black Guy: Cause it's just not that kind of thing.
Chick: It's wrong.
Guy: What if he just got horny and she wasn't around.
Chick: What?
Guy: Yeah, I mean-
Chick: It doesn't make it right.(I still don't know what's up)
Guy: What's the difference between that and watching a porn?
(Chick falters for a second)
Guy: Tell me, what's the difference between phone sex and watching a porn?(aha!)
Chick: It's so wrong, you know.
Guy: I mean I wouldn't get off from phone sex, but it's nothing to break up over.
Me: 14.92 is your total today, sir.
Guy: Sorry about this.
Me: It's alright. Really.
Black Guy (to Black Chick): I don't agree with what he did, but still...
Black Chick: He can't just do that sorta stuff!
(Goes on for a while more)
Me: I know it's wrong, but she should just- Wa-pishhh!(whip)-Lay down the law.
Guy: Yeah, I don't know what that bitch's thinking. Just get on with the marriage, man!
I had this next little conversation Dec. 26:
Me: Hello.
A Female Young Adult That Looks Like She Just Got Out Of College And Is Very Religious And Has A Necklace With A Cross On It: Hi.
Me (As I scan a 2005 claendar with the theme of 'Psalms'): Did you know that the psalms are actually the leading cause of cancer?
(pause)
Religious Clueless Chick: What?
Me: Nah, I'm just joking around. (continues order)Show Choir Negated1-15-05
Show choir was stuffed big time at supernova. We came in with a will to win, and left bereft of testicles. I'm pretty sure pill destitution will not be a good thing for us- or at least our bases. It was like a basketball game: the saints go up for a layup, BUT NO! Davenport is there to make out knuckles bleed. Not to mention knoking out balls loose and stepping on them. Doesn't the referee know misconduct when s/he sees it? In related news I'm still looking for friends. Will I ever 'make the adjustment to highschool?'
More School1-9-05
It's come back to kick my butt, and the euphoria of break and snow days has worn off. I have an entire semester of school to try to remeber, and I have 6 finals (7 if you count trying to pass out of keyboarding AS A SENIOR). May God be my guide and allow me to actually be concious when I look at a line in my notes that'll show up on the final. I'm afraid I'll blow them off like a cheap bikini in the wind with my 'senior mentality'.
Put on my Band Geek pants12-23-04
Today was a great day for geeks in general. I was allowed to conduct during band, and it was awesome! Mr. Jacobi didn't know what hit him. And it was recently announced that Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince will be released on like July 23 or something. Woo! Go nerds trapped in fantasy! Back to the subject of music, my brother Stephen will play many a trumpet tune between Chrismas Eve and Day, and I will be on the organ plenty. Hee hee, I've never played the organ in mass before, and now I'm OVERDOSING!! I kinda like being a geek.
Screw...12-6-04
Anyone in my 'Computer Math' class last year will remember my emotional roller-coaster diagram. Wasn't that fun, Nick? Yeah, it was. Can you guess where I'm at right now from my title? Anyway, I had a dream a while ago where I shook hands with a deer. I'm sure you've lost interest in "Keeping in touch with Peter," so I will stop f-ing around. I don't know if I even want to go to Notre Dame anymore. Seems like a boring place, and too expensive for the crappy engineering I'd get taught there. Oh, dear, I'm still babbling. You MUST come to our Christmas concert, sun dec 12 at coe college at 500 at sinclaire auditorium. Boing. "Nor shalt thou count to two, unless directly proceeding to three."
Piano Excitement! 11-22-04
Well, it looks like I've been planning it wrong for piano all along, I found out this morning that I've got another week to practice! I thought it was going to be the fourth, but actually it's the eleventh! Such feelings of joy have never been existant in my humble frame. Maybe I'll be prepared after all. I'm visiting Notre Dame on Monday and tuesday. In case you were fretting about it. I also decided to add the date to my entries, in case you're anal.
Speech In Motion
The wonder of speech has again entered my life. I was initially disappointed about being appointed to choral reading, but now I am happy because it is completely different from last year. It is a very profound reading about high school problems such as suicide and addictions and punks. I'm also in group improv- a very insanely cool and fun thing. The only hitch to it is that no matter what i have to be put in a group with the rest of the show choir people: probably not very fun people. Oh well, I'll have fun in my own, special way- daydreaming about if I was Harry Potter or if I got accepted to Notre Dame. Har, har, daydreaming- quality. If only it came true, but what if it is true?
Randomly Selected Governmentally Required Update
The government mandates I expand this page in random intervals, it might be less of an inconvenience to me if they funded these random updates. Let's talk about piano: You know I was always the most skilled pianist in my age group I knew. Now, however, my teacher is having me do a competition where I'm NOT the shiznit, if you know what I mean. You should come and enjoy fantastic piano playing. December fourth, K-wood. More details as story unfolds. Geez, I wanted to be the shiznit...
Girls (sigh.)
Oh yeah, I know the chicks dig me, the only problem is that they don't appear to know that. What hope is there for a young, attractive, able-bodied boy like me in finding "The One," or as it so many times is in high school, "The Temporary One." I suppose this predicament is handled best by me, so let's talk about something else: Choir. I never knew how much I liked choir, the only reason I do is because Mr. Last is an awesome director and I have found hidden singing talent- oh, nothing to rival my brother of course, but had I tried out for All State Chorus, I probably would've raked in the glory. Oh well, I've already got enough glory to fill our yard waste recpeticle.
Cross Country Finite
Cross Country has ended. I now look back and wish it were still those wonderful warm days when we drank that sweet water after practice. I am confident that I did not reach my full potential, but, eh. It's wonderful to be able to consume immense quantities of desert or pop without guilt or fear of an exploding gut. I once saw the carnage of an exploded gut, it was terrible: I never thought I'd be able to eat a pound of chocolate again, but here I am now, consuming chocolate by the Newton. Yeah, Force=Mass*Acceleration, baby.
