Haha, I don't think this picture requires a caption.
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Right-wing Crap
Ahh, answering more comment-questions. Uh, no, sadly, I didn't hook up. I've got my eye on someone, however.
Alright, so I just got back from the Jazz and Precussion Concert, it was pretty good. Andrew took his solo pretty hard... Hey, he did come in early, and played it twice... but it was pretty good.
Alright, so I just got back from the Jazz and Precussion Concert, it was pretty good. Andrew took his solo pretty hard... Hey, he did come in early, and played it twice... but it was pretty good.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
"Has sex with caribou."
I said that "Hoosier" is a stupid nickname, and that if nobody knows what a "Hoosier" is, why would you go around calling yourself one and that for all we know, "Hoosier" could be a Native American word for "has sex with caribou." Many people wrote in to object, strongly, to that statement, including one Hoosier who pointed out that--and it is hard to argue with this logic--"Indiana has no caribou."
So, that's Dave Barry... Ahh, to answer questions...
It was Kustusch, that was a cheer that we made up (the boys group), the after-party rocked, everyone hooked up, including someone who went to the basement to make out and more haha (no names :) )... and for my birthday, I want cllloottthhees! Especially t-shirts, ones that I can wear without people going, "Huh? What's that mean?"
So, that's Dave Barry... Ahh, to answer questions...
It was Kustusch, that was a cheer that we made up (the boys group), the after-party rocked, everyone hooked up, including someone who went to the basement to make out and more haha (no names :) )... and for my birthday, I want cllloottthhees! Especially t-shirts, ones that I can wear without people going, "Huh? What's that mean?"
Monday, February 21, 2005
A poco no está...
Alright, so today, we had musical practice from 9:00 AM to 3:00 PM. It was suprisingly fun for that long of a rehersal... "GUYS RULE! GIRLS DROOL! AND HAVE OVARIES!" Hehe, Scott.
That's about all for now, I'm done... haha Andrew showed me his Kiss boxers, that was interesting. I wonder if he guesses / knows I'm gay...
That's about all for now, I'm done... haha Andrew showed me his Kiss boxers, that was interesting. I wonder if he guesses / knows I'm gay...
Friday, February 18, 2005
Embraceable you
"Here, you'll get the personal attention you deserve -- in fact, the Kaplan Newsweek College Catalog ranked us the third best school in the nation for individual attention from faculty"
Alright, so, that's from a mailing that I got from Trinity College... If I were them, I'd quote a source that your perspective students have actually heard of.
I just got back from Crazy for You, I saw it in Aurora at the Paramount Theater, with my family and a Benet musical posse. It was fun, but since I know the whole script, it wasn't as good as I expected.
Alright, so, that's from a mailing that I got from Trinity College... If I were them, I'd quote a source that your perspective students have actually heard of.
I just got back from Crazy for You, I saw it in Aurora at the Paramount Theater, with my family and a Benet musical posse. It was fun, but since I know the whole script, it wasn't as good as I expected.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Holy bursting droplets, Batman!
"I don't want to wait, for our lives to be over." Ahh, when will I find a boyfriend? Okay, I'm done complaining on this blog for a while. Diiiiner.
Monday, February 14, 2005
Everything is everything
"Early to rise and early to bed makes a man healthy and wealthy and dead."
Ahh, Valentine's Day. Today is the perfect day for someone who has a boyfriend and/or girlfriend to flaunt it in the faces of those who don't. I've never really enjoyed Valentine's Day. First off, if you want an excuse to be romantic... then you're not very romatic. To me, to be romantic has to be every day, it can't just be a one-day-a-year shindig. Secondly, screw off. I strongly dislike Valentine's day. Now, if I had a boyfriend today, then of course, it'd be one of my favorite days of the year.
Ahh, Valentine's Day. Today is the perfect day for someone who has a boyfriend and/or girlfriend to flaunt it in the faces of those who don't. I've never really enjoyed Valentine's Day. First off, if you want an excuse to be romantic... then you're not very romatic. To me, to be romantic has to be every day, it can't just be a one-day-a-year shindig. Secondly, screw off. I strongly dislike Valentine's day. Now, if I had a boyfriend today, then of course, it'd be one of my favorite days of the year.
First name: Andrew
Were you named after anyone: Sure, the apostle.
Do you wish on stars: No, I tend to be more practical.
When did you last cry: Honestly, like cry, and not just tear up... when I thought that I was going to loose my sister, Aeia.
Do you like your handwriting: Depends on my mood. Usually, yes.
What is your favorite lunch meat: Bologna
If you were a different person, would YOU be friends with you: Yes, I love being concieted. Hehe, just kidding.
Are you a daredevil: Not usually.
9. Have you told a secret you swore you'd never tell: I have before, but I don't make a habit of it.
Do looks matter: Yes, but personality matters more.
How do you release anger: Talking to my sister.
Where is your second home: Aeia's house, naturally.
Do you trust others easily: Sure, but first I test them. Simple things, like letting them borrow a pen, and seeing if they return it.
What was your favorite toy as a child: Momma Hop, a pink, rainbow striped bunny.
What class in middle school do you think is totally useless: Well, for me, it was Language Arts. My teacher, Mrs. Quinn, needed more practical practice in the real world, before she taught.
Do you have a journal: Only this Blogger. I used to have a Xanga, but then ditched it in favor of this.
Do you use sarcasm a lot: A lot? I don't think so.
Favorite Movies: Punch-Drunk Love, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
What are your nicknames: Dunky, Dunkie, Capitan Shuttlecock, and a few others.
Would you bungee jump: Only if someone that I was in love with convinced me to.
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off: Not ususally. My gym shoes, I never untie, and my school shoes don't have laces.
Do you think you are strong: I did in soccer, but now that it's been two years, no. I do believe that I have a certain level of antimidation, though. Let's put it this way: I have strength in weight.
What's your favorite ice cream flavor: Chocolate Chip Cookie-Dough
What is your less favorite thing about yourself: My weight, 183.
Who do you miss most: A lot of people.
What color of pants you wearing: Blue (jeans).
If you were a crayon, what color would you be: Wild Watermelon
What is the weather like now: Rainy and dark. Depressing.
Last person you talked to on the phone: My Mom.
The first thing you notice about the opposite sex: Uhh, this question doesn't really apply to me. The first thing that I notice about the same sex is voice, then eyes.
How are you today: Depressed. Aeia's sick, and it's Valentine's Day, and I don't have a date.
Favorite drink: Water.
Favorite sports: Soccer.
Hair color: Blonde.
Eye color: Blue.
Do you wear contacts: No.
Favorite food: Chicken, guacamole, pasta, pizza... but not mixed together.
Last movie you watched: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Favorite day of the year: Probably my birthday, because, as shallow as it sounds, people treat me well. Also, if I have a boyfriend at the time, he is required to do something romatic. ;)
Alright, that's enough.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Second Virginity
"God is like a mirror. The mirror never changes, but everybody who looks at it sees something different." This is why you can't trust the Catholic Chruch's view on God as the truth.
Alright, so I'm thinking about second virginity. What do you guys thing?
Alright, so I'm thinking about second virginity. What do you guys thing?
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Who we are...
"Who we are never changes, but what we are never stops changing."
George says Hi! I'm babysitting George, Lizzie's pet leemer, for the day. He's really cool, he beat up Andrew Kustutch before, and now he's fast asleep on my monitor.
P.S. Andrew, how do you spell your last name? I think I spelled it wrong... Post me a comment, with the right spelling? :-P
George says Hi! I'm babysitting George, Lizzie's pet leemer, for the day. He's really cool, he beat up Andrew Kustutch before, and now he's fast asleep on my monitor.
P.S. Andrew, how do you spell your last name? I think I spelled it wrong... Post me a comment, with the right spelling? :-P
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Man's best friend is always ready
by DAVE BARRY
I'm trying to convince my wife that we need a dog. I grew up with dogs, and am comfortable with their ways. If we're visiting someone's home, and I suddenly experience a sensation of humid warmth, and I look down and see that my right arm has disappeared up to the elbow inside the mouth of a dog the size of a medium horse, I am not alarmed. I know that this is simply how a large, friendly dog says: ''Greetings! You have a pleasing salty taste!''
I respond by telling the dog that he is a GOOD BOY and pounding him with hearty blows, blows that would flatten a cat like a hairy pancake, but which only make the dog like me more. He likes me so much that he goes and gets his Special Toy. This is something that used to be a recognizable object -- a stuffed animal, a basketball, a Federal Express driver -- but has long since been converted, through countless hours of hard work on the dog's part, into a random wad of filth held together by 73 gallons of congealed dog spit.
''GIVE ME THAT!'' I shout, grabbing an end of the Special Toy. This pleases the dog: It confirms his belief that his Special Toy is the most desirable item in the universe, more desirable even than the corpse of a squirrel. For several seconds we fight for this prize, the dog whipping his head side to side like a crazed windshield wiper. Finally I yank the Special Toy free and hold it triumphantly aloft. The dog watches it with laser-beam concentration, his entire body vibrating with excitement, waiting for me to throw it . . . waiting . . . waiting . . . until finally I cock my arm, and, with a quick motion I . . .
. . . fake a throw. I'm still holding the Special Toy. But WHOOOSH the dog has launched himself across the room, an unguided pursuit missile, reaching a velocity of 75 miles per hour before WHAM he slams headfirst into the wall at the far end of the room. This stimulates the M&M-size clump of nerve cells that serves as a dog's brain to form a thought: The Special Toy is not here! WHERE IS THE SPECIAL TOY??
The dog whirls, sees the toy in my hand and races back across the room. Just as he reaches me, I cock my arm and . . .
. . . fake another throw. WHOOOSH! WHAM! The fake works again! It will always work. I can keep faking throws until the dog has punched a dog-shaped hole completely through the far wall, and the dog will STILL sprint back to me, sincerely believing that THIS time, I'm going to throw the toy. This is one reason why I love dogs.
My wife, who would not touch the Special Toy with a barge pole, is less impressed. She fails to see the appeal of an animal that appears to be less intelligent than its own parasites. Oh, I've tried to explain the advantages of having a dog. For example:
A DOG IS ALWAYS READY. It doesn't matter for what: Dogs are just ready. If you leave your car window open, the dog will leap into the car and sit there for hours. It will sit there for DAYS, if you let it. Because the dog knows that sometimes the car just starts moving, and you have to be ready! Usually the dog will sit in the driver's seat, in case (You never know!) the dog is called upon to steer.
A DOG IS VIGILANT. One time, on a movie set, I watched a small dog walk past a line of six metal light stands. When the dog came to the sixth light stand -- which was EXACTLY the same as the other five light stands -- the dog stopped and began barking furiously at it. The dog would NOT stop. The owner finally had to drag the dog away, with the dog yanking wildly at its leash, still enraged by the light stand. Clearly the dog had detected some hostile intent in this particular light stand, something that we humans, with our inferior senses, were not aware of. We humans were thinking: ''What's WRONG with that dog?'' Whereas the light stand was thinking: ''Whew! That was close!''
These are just a couple of examples of the practical benefits provided by dogs. There are many more, and I have tried pointing them out to my wife, but she doesn't see it. This is why, in our house, we have fish. They're nice fish, but they're not a whole lot of fun. Although they are excellent drivers.
So, this is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow, and we can't do anything about it. Let's make the most of it.
I'm trying to convince my wife that we need a dog. I grew up with dogs, and am comfortable with their ways. If we're visiting someone's home, and I suddenly experience a sensation of humid warmth, and I look down and see that my right arm has disappeared up to the elbow inside the mouth of a dog the size of a medium horse, I am not alarmed. I know that this is simply how a large, friendly dog says: ''Greetings! You have a pleasing salty taste!''
I respond by telling the dog that he is a GOOD BOY and pounding him with hearty blows, blows that would flatten a cat like a hairy pancake, but which only make the dog like me more. He likes me so much that he goes and gets his Special Toy. This is something that used to be a recognizable object -- a stuffed animal, a basketball, a Federal Express driver -- but has long since been converted, through countless hours of hard work on the dog's part, into a random wad of filth held together by 73 gallons of congealed dog spit.
''GIVE ME THAT!'' I shout, grabbing an end of the Special Toy. This pleases the dog: It confirms his belief that his Special Toy is the most desirable item in the universe, more desirable even than the corpse of a squirrel. For several seconds we fight for this prize, the dog whipping his head side to side like a crazed windshield wiper. Finally I yank the Special Toy free and hold it triumphantly aloft. The dog watches it with laser-beam concentration, his entire body vibrating with excitement, waiting for me to throw it . . . waiting . . . waiting . . . until finally I cock my arm, and, with a quick motion I . . .
. . . fake a throw. I'm still holding the Special Toy. But WHOOOSH the dog has launched himself across the room, an unguided pursuit missile, reaching a velocity of 75 miles per hour before WHAM he slams headfirst into the wall at the far end of the room. This stimulates the M&M-size clump of nerve cells that serves as a dog's brain to form a thought: The Special Toy is not here! WHERE IS THE SPECIAL TOY??
The dog whirls, sees the toy in my hand and races back across the room. Just as he reaches me, I cock my arm and . . .
. . . fake another throw. WHOOOSH! WHAM! The fake works again! It will always work. I can keep faking throws until the dog has punched a dog-shaped hole completely through the far wall, and the dog will STILL sprint back to me, sincerely believing that THIS time, I'm going to throw the toy. This is one reason why I love dogs.
My wife, who would not touch the Special Toy with a barge pole, is less impressed. She fails to see the appeal of an animal that appears to be less intelligent than its own parasites. Oh, I've tried to explain the advantages of having a dog. For example:
A DOG IS ALWAYS READY. It doesn't matter for what: Dogs are just ready. If you leave your car window open, the dog will leap into the car and sit there for hours. It will sit there for DAYS, if you let it. Because the dog knows that sometimes the car just starts moving, and you have to be ready! Usually the dog will sit in the driver's seat, in case (You never know!) the dog is called upon to steer.
A DOG IS VIGILANT. One time, on a movie set, I watched a small dog walk past a line of six metal light stands. When the dog came to the sixth light stand -- which was EXACTLY the same as the other five light stands -- the dog stopped and began barking furiously at it. The dog would NOT stop. The owner finally had to drag the dog away, with the dog yanking wildly at its leash, still enraged by the light stand. Clearly the dog had detected some hostile intent in this particular light stand, something that we humans, with our inferior senses, were not aware of. We humans were thinking: ''What's WRONG with that dog?'' Whereas the light stand was thinking: ''Whew! That was close!''
These are just a couple of examples of the practical benefits provided by dogs. There are many more, and I have tried pointing them out to my wife, but she doesn't see it. This is why, in our house, we have fish. They're nice fish, but they're not a whole lot of fun. Although they are excellent drivers.
So, this is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow, and we can't do anything about it. Let's make the most of it.
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
Sha na na nananana, na na nananana
Ahh, biology class. Easy to post in my blogger, without Mrs. G. knowing... ehh, whatever. The internet is really really really slow, and Jenn says hi. It's been an interesting couple of lifetimes...
REMEMBER: When you're going on an intergalactic trip, don't forget the most importaint tool: A towel.
Oh, and Colleen says IIIIIIII HEEEARRT FLAMING-O!
REMEMBER: When you're going on an intergalactic trip, don't forget the most importaint tool: A towel.
Oh, and Colleen says IIIIIIII HEEEARRT FLAMING-O!
Monday, February 07, 2005
Et lux perpetua
Ahh, I love the old episodes of America's Funniest Home Videos... they're so much better than the new crap-version.
That's really all that I have to say, I mean, I worked out my problems with my sister earlier, and that was good... I still think that I won't find a guy that's right for me for a while, sadly... but I've sort-of accepted it.
That's really all that I have to say, I mean, I worked out my problems with my sister earlier, and that was good... I still think that I won't find a guy that's right for me for a while, sadly... but I've sort-of accepted it.
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Ahh, Saturdays. I'm going out costume shopping later, it should be interesting... I'm attempting to buy cowboy clothes, and it's not really working. I got a shirt already... but left it in Daniels on Friday, becuase Matt and Beka were bitches.
On an evening such as this, it's hard to tell if I exist. Pack the car and leave this town; you'll notice that I'm not around. I can hide out under there... I just made you say "underwear".
Alright, my sister is at a track meet... I said that I'd call her 15 minutes ago while I was at the party yesterday, but she didn't sound so enthused... so I don't think that I will. Maybe later.
Ahh, she just texted me... she's done with her throwing, but has to wait around for another ~3 hours. What crap.
Alright, so my cousin sent this to my mom... it's hillarous. HOUSEHOLD ALERT
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Tequila Mockingbird
Alright, so I decided that I have a little extra time on my hands, I can make a post. Happy birthday Bill! Haha, you weren't at school today... sadly... but anyways, happy birthday!
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
So, apparently I was called for musical practice today. I thought for sure that I wasn't... but yeah, apparently he didn't post it on the call board, and expected me to hang around for an hour after school ended just to go to the announcements and then learn that I had to sing. I'm guessing that he counted that as my 1 miss, so now I have until March without missing a single practice. Not fun.
Ahh, I was just talking to my sister, and she signed off... I wonder what happened.
Okay, so I'm tired. I'm gonna go do something, toodles.
I send a heart to all my dearies
When your life is so, so dreary
Dream
I'm rumored to the straight and narrow
While the harlots of my perils
Scream
And I fail
But when I can, I will
Try to understand
That when I can, I will
Mother weep the years I'm missing
All our time can't be given
Back
Shut my mouth and strike the demons
That cursed you and your reasons
Out of hand and out of season
Out of love and out of feeling
So bad
When I can, I will
Words defy the plan
When I can, I will
So, apparently I was called for musical practice today. I thought for sure that I wasn't... but yeah, apparently he didn't post it on the call board, and expected me to hang around for an hour after school ended just to go to the announcements and then learn that I had to sing. I'm guessing that he counted that as my 1 miss, so now I have until March without missing a single practice. Not fun.
Ahh, I was just talking to my sister, and she signed off... I wonder what happened.
Okay, so I'm tired. I'm gonna go do something, toodles.
Si Señor
http://www.ifilm.com/viralvideo?ifilmid=2419285
All I can say is... this commercial did and still does rock my socks. If you keep watching after the movie is done, you can see some white people breakdancing... and if that's not amazing enough, it's for the Pope.
All I can say is... this commercial did and still does rock my socks. If you keep watching after the movie is done, you can see some white people breakdancing... and if that's not amazing enough, it's for the Pope.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Singing Is Good for You!
According to a recent study by the University of California, Irvine, singing in a choir just might make you healthier. This study, authored by Robert Beck and Thomas Cesario and published in Music Perception, found that Immunoglobulin A, a protein used by the immune system to fight disease, increased 150 percent during rehearsals and 240 percent during performance.
There certainly is a sense of euphoria that choral singers experience after a particularly inspiring rehearsal or performance. But part of that sensation is due to more than just individual physiology; it derives from the cooperative effort that is at the heart of the choral endeavor. The late great conductor Robert Shaw thought of a chorus as a "community of expression," whose meaning "rests upon a common devotion to the composer's utterance and a mutual respect for the personal dignity of fellow-workers." Shaw's associate, Ann Howard Jones enlarged on this idea. Noting that in a chorus the whole is far greater than the sum of its parts, she wrote, "I know of no other activity where access to the most profound artistic works can be made possible and satisfying for the participant who has limited skills as an individual but whose capacity is enlarged by the group."
Aw me, baby, God damn, I am, I can sing and, hear me, know me...
If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.
Ahh, how refreshing. Good, because I've been killing myself singing at Chorus and Musical becuase of my throat... and now, I have Concert Chorus that I was "drafted" into. I hope sister gets better too! (I sound like Laura Ingals Wilder...)
Well, that's all for now.
There certainly is a sense of euphoria that choral singers experience after a particularly inspiring rehearsal or performance. But part of that sensation is due to more than just individual physiology; it derives from the cooperative effort that is at the heart of the choral endeavor. The late great conductor Robert Shaw thought of a chorus as a "community of expression," whose meaning "rests upon a common devotion to the composer's utterance and a mutual respect for the personal dignity of fellow-workers." Shaw's associate, Ann Howard Jones enlarged on this idea. Noting that in a chorus the whole is far greater than the sum of its parts, she wrote, "I know of no other activity where access to the most profound artistic works can be made possible and satisfying for the participant who has limited skills as an individual but whose capacity is enlarged by the group."
Aw me, baby, God damn, I am, I can sing and, hear me, know me...
If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.
Ahh, how refreshing. Good, because I've been killing myself singing at Chorus and Musical becuase of my throat... and now, I have Concert Chorus that I was "drafted" into. I hope sister gets better too! (I sound like Laura Ingals Wilder...)
Well, that's all for now.
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