backpack dreams

There's going to be a sale at Goodwill tomorrow!
But too bad I have to help with a commercial AND help set-up for the dance AND actually go to the dance. Arg! Blast!

First off, I'm not going to be the most excited to be in a toga.
Secondly, I'm a horrible dancer. Not even horrible as to be slightly amusing. I can't dance for beans.
Thirdly, it's most likely going to be as hot as a bitch inside the gym after a while, and it's probably going to be hot outside, so it's going to suck big ones.

Maybe I'll just bring my Zune and be all macho in the corner by myself watching TED talks or something.
Farts!

Watching an obese Jon Stewart and a slightly longer haired Stephen Colbert on Hulu cheered me up, especially the Moment of Zen.
I watched it on Hulu because I actually fell asleep ~6:30 yesterday, so I kind of missed that whole shebang. (And Patrick Swayze's death, apparently! Ghost, is all I have to say.)
So, school is enjoyable, although classes aren't exactly easy, but for the most part they're more challenging than just difficult and pointless, hopefully that makes sense.
Although I'm not too sure about applying to colleges! On one hand, yes yes yes I want to go, on the other hand, I'm kind of not in the best position for applying, no! A low GPA means less options for me, and it seems like this sort of thing only registered with me now. I never understood people who would go home and study for hours and hours and try super hard to get straight As and stress out and whatnot, but I guess I sort of do, now. And not to say I never stressed out or studied, hell noez. And I'm not the smartest guy off the bat, either. If you want to know how hard I tried in high school, just imagine one of those incredibly smart people who never have to really study, who kind of pay attention in class, and still pull off straight A's, I had the behavior of one of those kinds of students, but couldn't really pull it off, I guess.
An option for me is community college, which ultimately would get me to a better university (provided I work hard at the CC), but I don't know if I'd like that. This would mean more living with my grandparents and my sister, and it does get unbearable at times, and the worst part about living with them is that I can't really really really talk to anyone about it, because no one will understand or know what it's really like. I don't know, I'm being a melodramatic bitch-ass. I live here on Allison Lane, but this isn't my home, living here hurts me. I want to say the word debilitate. Now, I don't get beaten or regularly verbally abused or put down or anything like that, don't get the wrong idea. My troubles at home are probably different from what you think they are. It's a very subtle debilitation (I'm getting used to that word). Many things that people who have gone through a truly bad childhood would likely laugh at, but it chips away at me, anyway (I'm a pansy dude). But I feel better sometimes, when I'm not home, usually. But if I am, it's usually when I'm especially absorbed into doing something, it could be anything, really. Homework, playing with circuits, playing bass, my Hammond, SNES, reading (sometimes), making commercials, eating (Costco muffins? I will eat the fuck out of all of you.). But none of those change where I have to wake up every morning. And everyday I come home from school I turn the corner desperately hoping my grandparents' car is not in the driveway, just so I can be alone, but most of the time it's there. (And it pains me equally every single time it is, think about Prometheus' liver) Why wouldn't it be? They're old, they only have time for loud Korean AM radio, television, and Jesus Christ. Yes, I have to go to church every Sunday, which probably just makes me hate church even more. Anyway, how you doin'?

What's that? Joe Pesci's RAP MUSIC VIDEO? You got it.
I actually found this by accident while searching for "Joe Pesci's Head on Fire," which, in my opinion, is much more entertaining, but this takes priority in my blog because of dem hot azz bitches.


Definitely going on my Zune in a couple days. Yes! Headphones came yesterday in, because I ordered them separately, but it has whet my appetite for portable music.

Oh internet, how playful you are, crashing right before my super pissy blog entry.

I'm glad though. Typing it up was distracting enough, there's no reason that the entire world needs to hear my sob story.

Anyway, my essay is balls, but that's okay. School is just school. School and my life aren't one in the same, is what I tell myself. Although I'm not saying you need to think that to get good grades. I don't know what I'm saying. I try to be grateful for my education, but I don't necessarily feel obligated to try as hard as I can. Like that one fellow we read in Mr. Hodge's class, he had good points. Maybe I'm just a spoiled American. But really. Nitpicky administration, dumb people, me being a dumb person, dress code, all those things muck up 'learning' for me.
School is great but sometimes I wish I lived during colonial times and had some sort of trade. Like Johnny Tremain shit. I don't know. Although I'm not sure how Asians would be welcomed within the colonies. Shit balls I don't know what I want from the world.

If all goes according to plan, I will go biking tomorrow morning. I feel like I need to, for some reason. I need to go, I don't care if it'll make me shit tired for my math quiz, I'm going to wake up early and go biking around the pitiful city that is Cyprezzzz.
I wish I had a trade. In my head, it makes much more sense to have that sort of apprentice-master thing then force kids through school for 20 years+ for a boring doodoohead job. Plus I'd have more free time, I think. Actually, maybe not. I don't know.

I just want a cabin in the Rocky Mountains. Give me the John Denver discography and I will just waste away, sippin' lemonade and doing whatever else people do in them mountains.
Yes, I like John Denver.
And John Lennon, a lot.
If your name is John, there is a 50% higher chance I'll like your music.

Blah blah.

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I didn't realize my post went up.
The one with 'bitch-ass' in the title. That was the complaining one. I think I will remove it now kthx sorry if you read it, don't think less of me for it.

WAT.
Charlie Sheen is quite strange.

Doing work on a 6-year-old Dell Dimension is not fun.

I liked school today, a lot.
I am going to write something interesting soon, I promise.
Relatively speaking... Thank you, Mr. Stevens!
See? School is fun.

I cried tears of pure nostalgia.

And I want to write something totally sweet but I haven't been thinking too much lately, which is weird because I'm always thinking of the stupidest things, but since school has started it's either I have to be somewhere or I'm just talking a lot, and I can't really think a lot when I'm talking so here. I don't know. Anyway... Colleges, people! It's happening! Although my lackluster 3.4-5ish GPA won't really get me anywhere but eh.


Very old. And not very relevant. But... mah favorite. Plus I remember watching it in the Vo household.
So there.
When I'm old and when Conan finally passes on the Tonight Show hosting-ness I'll be all like "I watched dat."