just something i stumbled upon whilst doing some research.
http://www.oculart.com/
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Monday, December 28, 2009
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Thursday, September 17, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
a novel idea.
(seriously. i could write a book about this.)
if i can keep up with it, i'll come up with a new motif for the blog every once and a while. i think it will be a fun little pastime for me, at least until i hit the next dry spell. when i don't get on for months at a time. this should make things more interesting around here. i hope.
if i can keep up with it, i'll come up with a new motif for the blog every once and a while. i think it will be a fun little pastime for me, at least until i hit the next dry spell. when i don't get on for months at a time. this should make things more interesting around here. i hope.
(p.s. some dialouge on this page from the movie Pulp Fiction contains highly offensive language. please don't get me in trouble. make sure no one else is in the room.)
Thursday, August 20, 2009
so. there's that show at fry's spring beach club. i guess somebody from the satellite ballroom is booking gigs there now. i don't know if i can go yet, but if a bunch of people i know were going to be there (eh hem) my parents might relent.
i honestly don't know much about either group, but i hear they're good.
it's next wednesday. the 26th. $15 cover charge. since most of you have already been there i figure you would know how this thing works. cause i don't even know where it is. i think it would be an exciting blogster event (sam included). but more likely than not it will just fall through. this is extremely late notice, and i know people have to work after school. it's sort of fun to consider though, right?
i honestly don't know much about either group, but i hear they're good.
[the fiery furnaces]
[white rabbits]
it's next wednesday. the 26th. $15 cover charge. since most of you have already been there i figure you would know how this thing works. cause i don't even know where it is. i think it would be an exciting blogster event (sam included). but more likely than not it will just fall through. this is extremely late notice, and i know people have to work after school. it's sort of fun to consider though, right?
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
well, school is just getting to the good part. if only it could be like this all year. i'm very much in favor of the lighter work loads. i don't mind the sols either. anything that makes the schedule more convoluted and the teachers more flustered.
i really need to find a camera. everything would be more interesting with pictures.
i really need to find a camera. everything would be more interesting with pictures.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
for tyler
i hope this post will curb your tetris playing. i might even put something interesting in it.
so we got back from all-state yesterday afternoon. it was pretty fun. since Daniel didn't go, a guy from harrisonburg roomed with us. his name was Patrick. i had to bunk with him. but he was pretty cool so i didn't mind that much.
actually at supper on friday i won the bed to myself. i was sitting with Patrick and one of his girl friends from harrisonburg (who i ended up getting to know a lot better later on). three girls were sitting on the other side of the cafeteria, one of which was being eyed by many of the males at the event. Patrick started talking about her, one thing led to another, and eventually he told me he'd sleep in the shower if I got every one of their phone numbers.
i had to do it. it was too good an offer to pass up. so i went over, introduced myself, and kept up a conversation for about five or ten minutes. they were from Charlottesville. two seniors and a junior. after some time i figured my spaghetti was getting cold so i copped out and told them about the bet i made with Patrick. then i told them i was afraid of him and he was abusive. they thought it was hilarious and happily gave me their digits and they even took a photo with me. but i don't know the area code or any of their names. i never told Patrick exactly what i said. so now Jessie and Storm think i'm a ladies' man. and i won't tell them any different.
oh and we almost got kicked out. it was because of the aforementioined woman friend. Patrick brought her into the room without our consent to iron his dress shirt. then they had sex. just kidding. but she did get caught leaving our suite. co-eding is majorly frowned upon.
yeah all the chaperones were pissed. it was like midnight and they had to wake up and call a council and talk for hours about what was going to happen to us. Patrick and Joy got booted first thing. i was really sorry for them. they were pretty nice. and they both covered for us. they said that we had nothing to do with anything that went down. and all the chaperones pled our case to the president of the Virginia Choral Whatever. except for the mean old lady one. the guys made me answer the door every time, and every time it was her.
after Patrick's initial interrogation, we all slept a little. but around 1:30 one of the chaperones woke us up and brought the Waynesboro kids in for questioning. there were maybe five adults, and they put us on trial and gave us our sentence in one meeting. they basically said that although we may not have been guilty by action we were still guilty by association and according to the rules that we were bound to in the papers we signed with our parents...etc...we were going to go home. i mean, they had woken up mr. Ryman to get him to contact our parents immediately. Ryman played it cool though and flatly refused on the grounds that he would only do that if there was an emergency, and the situation at hand did not constitute an emergencey. it was really nice of him. i mean really nice of him. he said he couldn't be mad, because it was a terrible spot to be in, and if he had been faced with the same scenario at the same age, he would have done the same thing.
so Storm argued on our defense. Jessie and I stayed silent. he brought up the fact that he didn't think it was fair, we didn't even really know Patrick, and we wouldn't have been rooming with him if Daniel had come, and his actions shouldn't speak for ours, and we were just there to sing, we didn't want any trouble, we were victims of circumstance, he had family coming in from all over the state, his mom was going to be so mad, please just don't send us home. then they said that's how they felt, too, and they were going to convene with the prez again. except for the mean one. she was just condescending.
when they sent us back to the room, they talked to Patrick. when he came back he felt like crap because they must have told him that we were gonna get shipped. and so he was sulky and quiet. and he ended up sleeping in the bed.
later that morning, Storm, Jessie, and i didn't know what was going to happen when we went down to breakfast. needless to say, none of us had the will to eat. it's about a 2 hour drive to Spotsylvania, then 2 hours back. add an angry parent who has wasted their whole day driving to pick up a lawless child whom she had looked upon earlier with affection and was now very disappointed with, and you've got a world of trouble. mom would have had 2 hours to aggravate her anger and 2 hours to make me feel miserable. and mama Burks would have been even worse, i think, because she's a principal.
but mr. Ryman called Storm at breakfast and said they let us stay, but we'd have to talk to the prez. when we did, she told Ryman he should enforce some disciplinary action like making us do menial tasks around the chior room. it was still very relieving. it would have been awful to gain such an infamous name for ourselves, especially after the Tracy Weaver Thomas Strait Scandal.
but this was the first time this sort of thing had ever happened at this event. nobody had ever been kicked out of all state chorus before. it's sort of cool to think we were directly involved in the incident, yet relatively escaped without harm.
but all that took place just hours before or the day of the concert. we cut it close. the show went without a hitch. the director faintly resembled a puppet, particularly when he wore sweaters with baggy sleeves. he's from the university of kansas city, i think. he was the director at districts last year.
and that's about it. i wish i had some pictures to post, but i never have a camera when i need one.
so we got back from all-state yesterday afternoon. it was pretty fun. since Daniel didn't go, a guy from harrisonburg roomed with us. his name was Patrick. i had to bunk with him. but he was pretty cool so i didn't mind that much.
actually at supper on friday i won the bed to myself. i was sitting with Patrick and one of his girl friends from harrisonburg (who i ended up getting to know a lot better later on). three girls were sitting on the other side of the cafeteria, one of which was being eyed by many of the males at the event. Patrick started talking about her, one thing led to another, and eventually he told me he'd sleep in the shower if I got every one of their phone numbers.
i had to do it. it was too good an offer to pass up. so i went over, introduced myself, and kept up a conversation for about five or ten minutes. they were from Charlottesville. two seniors and a junior. after some time i figured my spaghetti was getting cold so i copped out and told them about the bet i made with Patrick. then i told them i was afraid of him and he was abusive. they thought it was hilarious and happily gave me their digits and they even took a photo with me. but i don't know the area code or any of their names. i never told Patrick exactly what i said. so now Jessie and Storm think i'm a ladies' man. and i won't tell them any different.
oh and we almost got kicked out. it was because of the aforementioined woman friend. Patrick brought her into the room without our consent to iron his dress shirt. then they had sex. just kidding. but she did get caught leaving our suite. co-eding is majorly frowned upon.
yeah all the chaperones were pissed. it was like midnight and they had to wake up and call a council and talk for hours about what was going to happen to us. Patrick and Joy got booted first thing. i was really sorry for them. they were pretty nice. and they both covered for us. they said that we had nothing to do with anything that went down. and all the chaperones pled our case to the president of the Virginia Choral Whatever. except for the mean old lady one. the guys made me answer the door every time, and every time it was her.
after Patrick's initial interrogation, we all slept a little. but around 1:30 one of the chaperones woke us up and brought the Waynesboro kids in for questioning. there were maybe five adults, and they put us on trial and gave us our sentence in one meeting. they basically said that although we may not have been guilty by action we were still guilty by association and according to the rules that we were bound to in the papers we signed with our parents...etc...we were going to go home. i mean, they had woken up mr. Ryman to get him to contact our parents immediately. Ryman played it cool though and flatly refused on the grounds that he would only do that if there was an emergency, and the situation at hand did not constitute an emergencey. it was really nice of him. i mean really nice of him. he said he couldn't be mad, because it was a terrible spot to be in, and if he had been faced with the same scenario at the same age, he would have done the same thing.
so Storm argued on our defense. Jessie and I stayed silent. he brought up the fact that he didn't think it was fair, we didn't even really know Patrick, and we wouldn't have been rooming with him if Daniel had come, and his actions shouldn't speak for ours, and we were just there to sing, we didn't want any trouble, we were victims of circumstance, he had family coming in from all over the state, his mom was going to be so mad, please just don't send us home. then they said that's how they felt, too, and they were going to convene with the prez again. except for the mean one. she was just condescending.
when they sent us back to the room, they talked to Patrick. when he came back he felt like crap because they must have told him that we were gonna get shipped. and so he was sulky and quiet. and he ended up sleeping in the bed.
later that morning, Storm, Jessie, and i didn't know what was going to happen when we went down to breakfast. needless to say, none of us had the will to eat. it's about a 2 hour drive to Spotsylvania, then 2 hours back. add an angry parent who has wasted their whole day driving to pick up a lawless child whom she had looked upon earlier with affection and was now very disappointed with, and you've got a world of trouble. mom would have had 2 hours to aggravate her anger and 2 hours to make me feel miserable. and mama Burks would have been even worse, i think, because she's a principal.
but mr. Ryman called Storm at breakfast and said they let us stay, but we'd have to talk to the prez. when we did, she told Ryman he should enforce some disciplinary action like making us do menial tasks around the chior room. it was still very relieving. it would have been awful to gain such an infamous name for ourselves, especially after the Tracy Weaver Thomas Strait Scandal.
but this was the first time this sort of thing had ever happened at this event. nobody had ever been kicked out of all state chorus before. it's sort of cool to think we were directly involved in the incident, yet relatively escaped without harm.
but all that took place just hours before or the day of the concert. we cut it close. the show went without a hitch. the director faintly resembled a puppet, particularly when he wore sweaters with baggy sleeves. he's from the university of kansas city, i think. he was the director at districts last year.
and that's about it. i wish i had some pictures to post, but i never have a camera when i need one.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
5th period
dylan just got to level nine in tetris. and we've still got 90 minutes left of Latin class. it's hard to believe sometimes how slow everything feels. especially when your tummy is rumbly. i should really work. but what's the hurry until it's 6:30 thursday night. i wish i had something to say, like an interesting anecdote or something that would make it totally worth your time to read this. i'm even boring myself. geez, why don't i stop.
but no. i'll keep going.
maybe... no. that's a stupid idea. why would i even think of that.
jennah just came in. she thinks i got my ear pierced. i found a little broken gold-looking plastic ring in advisory and am presently sporting it on my earlobe. it was a fairly humorous conversation. i'll try to recreate as much as i can:
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jennah: whoa! emmett, did you get your ear pierced?
emmett: well... i... um... yes. yes i did.
jennah: really? i didn't even see it in first block. i never thought you would have gotten your ear pierced.
emmett: yeah. i know. me neither.
jennah: so wait, what side is it on? [pause for contemplation] it's on your right one. that's good.
emmett: why?
jennah: because you're not a queer.
emmett: whew! that was a close one.
jennah: it's cool. you look like a gangsta.
emmett: right on.
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and that was it, in a nutshell. paraphrased and abridged. the children's addition.
i'm going to ask dylan if we have any work to do.
he said, "I don't think so."
now he's "going to find a watering hole someplace."
dylan figured out how to program tux paint to save your stuff into an easily accessible folder on the computer so i'm going to make art now.
but no. i'll keep going.
maybe... no. that's a stupid idea. why would i even think of that.
jennah just came in. she thinks i got my ear pierced. i found a little broken gold-looking plastic ring in advisory and am presently sporting it on my earlobe. it was a fairly humorous conversation. i'll try to recreate as much as i can:
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jennah: whoa! emmett, did you get your ear pierced?
emmett: well... i... um... yes. yes i did.
jennah: really? i didn't even see it in first block. i never thought you would have gotten your ear pierced.
emmett: yeah. i know. me neither.
jennah: so wait, what side is it on? [pause for contemplation] it's on your right one. that's good.
emmett: why?
jennah: because you're not a queer.
emmett: whew! that was a close one.
jennah: it's cool. you look like a gangsta.
emmett: right on.
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and that was it, in a nutshell. paraphrased and abridged. the children's addition.
i'm going to ask dylan if we have any work to do.
he said, "I don't think so."
now he's "going to find a watering hole someplace."
dylan figured out how to program tux paint to save your stuff into an easily accessible folder on the computer so i'm going to make art now.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
*சிக்*
chior is done for the year. it's a pleasant thought, until emmett considers that he still has to go to class. and not do anything. other kids will have a festival to prepare for, but not him. he's not going to Atlanta.
maybe Mr. Ryman will let him skip.
maybe Mr. Ryman will let him skip.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
.:i:.z.:i:.z.:i:.
inventory:
1 incomplete Englsih paper (heck, i haven't started at all)
1 English test Thursday if i am not mistaken
1 more overdue Latin assignment
1 math test Thursday
1 unfinished math homework due tomorrow
3 history packets, also due tomorrow
5 days of hell week still to go
i just keep telling myself everythign will get better next Sunday.
but ya know, i could be working right now. like i haven't been for the past hour and a half. forget it i'm agoin to sleep. i'll ttyl. brb. rotflmfao. lol g2g. :)
1 incomplete Englsih paper (heck, i haven't started at all)
1 English test Thursday if i am not mistaken
1 more overdue Latin assignment
1 math test Thursday
1 unfinished math homework due tomorrow
3 history packets, also due tomorrow
5 days of hell week still to go
i just keep telling myself everythign will get better next Sunday.
but ya know, i could be working right now. like i haven't been for the past hour and a half. forget it i'm agoin to sleep. i'll ttyl. brb. rotflmfao. lol g2g. :)
Friday, March 6, 2009
Saturday, February 28, 2009
february is almost over
i don't care how much homework i haven't finished. i'm gonig to bed in an hour.
and Christina Kuaffman, wherever you are, i hope you know what sort of havoc you're wreaking on my life right now.
i can feel the weight on my eyelids and my fingers are getting heavy. sleep demons. don't they know i got stuff to do?
it would be the coolest thign if there was no school monday. outside the window the world is a snowglobe. my eye is drawn first to the flakes, then t o the ugly expanse of pavement that marrs the otherwise tranquil scene. everythign is pointless when the roads don't freeze.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
வி'ரே ஒஉட் ஒப் ஸ்கூல்!
(we're out of school!)
2nd day in a row.
i'm ecstatic.
then again, who isn't happy?
2nd day in a row.
i'm ecstatic.
then again, who isn't happy?
Sunday, January 25, 2009
वत टाइम इस आईटी अगं?
we've got a computer now.
i just finished that Latin work that was due at least two days ago.
and here comes calculus...
fun.
i just finished that Latin work that was due at least two days ago.
and here comes calculus...
fun.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
i don't like thursday nights
all our Latin homework is due tonight at 8. and the home computer bit the bullet a few days ago.
i'm at sam's house right now.
it would be more fun if sam was here.
screw it. i'll get the stuff in tomorrow.
but while i'm here, i may as well finish a couple translations.
T.G.I.Th. (not)
i'm at sam's house right now.
it would be more fun if sam was here.
screw it. i'll get the stuff in tomorrow.
but while i'm here, i may as well finish a couple translations.
T.G.I.Th. (not)
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
obama 09
a lot of hype surrounded this year's presidential inauguration.
which may have accounted for the large crowds in DC yesterday.
it was the most people i've ever seen at one time. in one place.
but the masses really made the trip exciting, whether you were standing on a dumpster looking out over a sea of shuffling coats and hats and faces or flirting with the nurses while waiting to get on the metro outside the GWU hospital.
yeah it was great.
which may have accounted for the large crowds in DC yesterday.
it was the most people i've ever seen at one time. in one place.
but the masses really made the trip exciting, whether you were standing on a dumpster looking out over a sea of shuffling coats and hats and faces or flirting with the nurses while waiting to get on the metro outside the GWU hospital.
yeah it was great.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
belly up on the floor
and i've been thinking.
i'm not driven.
i want outcomes without any work on my part.
i'm sure anyone could relate; i want a clean room but i don't want to clean it, i want a good grade on a math test but i don't want to study, i want the food bank to thrive but i don't want to give money. i want results without the effort.
i've gotta get a hold of myself. really start working harder to get things done.
it's generic, but it's a beginning.
damn i'm lazy.
i'm not driven.
i want outcomes without any work on my part.
i'm sure anyone could relate; i want a clean room but i don't want to clean it, i want a good grade on a math test but i don't want to study, i want the food bank to thrive but i don't want to give money. i want results without the effort.
i've gotta get a hold of myself. really start working harder to get things done.
it's generic, but it's a beginning.
damn i'm lazy.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
final destination
i'm sitting here having just finished a translation for Latin.
it's sort of cold; there's always a draft in the computer room.
i wish i knew where i'll be in a couple years. i mean, what's the use of putting up with drudgery if you don't know where it'll end. for instance, i could go through however many years of school and thousands of dollars and countless miserable jobs just to find my calling in a field that requires no college education. i don't think i'd mind working minimum wage if i liked whatever i was doing.
but right now i don't have plans. goals. a future.
i'm stuck in the day in day out and it's all i can do to keep up.
it'd be nice to see where all this is going.
it's sort of cold; there's always a draft in the computer room.
i wish i knew where i'll be in a couple years. i mean, what's the use of putting up with drudgery if you don't know where it'll end. for instance, i could go through however many years of school and thousands of dollars and countless miserable jobs just to find my calling in a field that requires no college education. i don't think i'd mind working minimum wage if i liked whatever i was doing.
but right now i don't have plans. goals. a future.
i'm stuck in the day in day out and it's all i can do to keep up.
it'd be nice to see where all this is going.
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