What is Friday Night Shakedown?? It sounds.. saucy. It's great to meet ya Alex. That's good to hear someone else watches the X-Men cartoon! That show kicks ass. But then it got really poor, and then it got cancelled. Oh well.
I am really reconsidering my position with Crosswinds. Just a matter of days ago, they decided to place pop up ads on every one of my pages. I don't really want to go through the hassle of uploading all my stuff somewhere else, but I can't be bothered dealing with ads either, and I know no one else will, either. What to dooooo? First I need to find another server that's ad free, if such a thing exists, which I sincerely doubt it does.
Alas, There will be no Friday Shakedown tonight, for me at least. For it is Saturday here. Nor will there be a Friday Shakedown for Nick, Peter, Megan, Jeff, Stuart, Swifty, or Leah. (I don't even KNOW about Ariana.) But most importantly, there will be no funky dancing for ME, no moment of joy in MY life. Oh well.
First: I have a new resolution. I will hug a giant, life-size bunny-person every single day. You have no idea how it soothes your soul. It sure soothed my soul today.
Second: I just discovered that I am unable to walk on my right ankle without excruciating pain. This disturbs me, as I enjoy walking on both my legs, and do not enjoy excruciating pain. What oh what can I do?
Third: I have been eating a lot of cereal lately. An unhealthy amount, in fact. I just can't help it. I watch the X-men cartoon series every day at four, and the ads for delicious, sugary cereal are slowly perforating and weakening my mind. Yesterday, after a commercial for Lucky Charms, I found myself staring blankly into the screen muttering "hearts, balloons, rainbows, blue moons, hats, shooting stars, pots of gold, and lucky horseshoes too" over and over. Then I got some Lucky Charms and ate them. Let me tell you, it was satisfying. Damn satisfying, in fact. I think my train of thought was just derailed. Oops.
You know what really rocks thy ass? Only having school for a half day. That makes me extremely happy. What also makes me happy is being crafty. Speaking of being crafty, I'm going to go make lunchboxes and collages and stuff. WOoooooo!
So Jeff thinks he's the first to use double parentheses, eh? Might I direct his and your attention to the September 11 update at toddshot? I do accept cash in lieu of fawning and adoration.
You know what's really really really really really FUN!? A cable modem, hooked up to your computer and sucking down music and movie trailers at unholy speeds. And I'm not kidding about the unholy part. Yesterday a young priest and an old priest came in and tried to exorcise my iMac. It shot a DVD out of its slot, slicing off both of their heads. I went back to my downloading.
Inspired by my love for order and organization, the periodic table of elements, the periodic table of fruits and nuts, and the periodic table of alcohol (as seen on some steen's shirt (he undoubtedly had a mullet)), I have decided to head the project of creating a PERIODIC TABLE of FUN! It will mostly be the periodic table of elements, with some additions. I am still open to any suggestions if you wish.
***Note the use of parentheses within parentheses, or subparentheses if you will. I may be the first to use them.***
So, today is Wednesday. Look back at the posts, and there are non for Tuesday. What's that about? Have you all gone insane? Not posting on a Tuesday. Tuesday is the best day for posting, but NOOOOOO noone takes the chance. I laugh at you all.
Actually, people seem to be busy now a days. I am busy this whole week with non FUN! stuff. It sucks the arse. I have exams starting tomorrow, and I have volleyball all week, as usual. Oh yay!
I saw "Meet the Parents". I liked it, because it made me laugh. Laughing is good. Oh, and I like Ben Stiller. Okay, that's all. It's time for fun school.
I'm looking forward to seeing Almost Famous. I don't want to say I'm dying to see it because if I'm ever dying for something, it just inevitably disappoints me, in which case I just die of disappointment.
Umm, anyway, on the weekend I went to the taping of an Australian late night variety show (sounds promising, doesn't it?) that is very popular here. Before the show starts they invite people to buy food and drink in the cafe, and then wait at this door which one presumes leads to the studio. One is wrong. You wait for 30 minutes to discover the door merely leads out of the cafe, to take you to yet another door which you believe is the studio. This time, it is, but it's what I like to call the Waiting Hallway. A big, long, sterile, HOT hallway.
It was supposedly 30C that day (something like 90F), and they squished roughly 300 people into that hallway and there wasn't even any pretty pictures to look at! No chairs to sit on! And.. dear God.. flueroscent lighting. Oh, surrrre, that'll cool everyone down. You wait there for 30 minutes, and you finally make it into the air conditioned studio. If it had been Winter, I would have frozen to death. But because I had just survived the gauntlet of moist people, I felt just fine.
We sat in the very back row. We had our choice of seats, but for some reason we were drawn to the back. It was ok. Nice view. But even when the cameras did get us, we were too far away to see. The show airs tonight, I think, or tomorrow. I can't wait to see me from a distance.
Alright, I have an extreme amount of hatred towards the sport of baseball right now. I turn on the TV everyday this week, at 5:30 AND at 7:30, and you know what? Instead of my beloved Simpsons being on television, it has been taken over by BASEBALL. Stupid, crappy, boring baseball. No one cares anymore, and those who do care can listen to this crap on the radio. I can promise you that more people care about watching the simpsons then watching guys hit balls with sticks. Man, this makes me mad.
My body hair never ceases to amaze me. Not only do I have great hair on my
head, but my body hair continues to get more and more intriuging every day.
It began simply with my chest hair. I began to develop an "M" that arched
across my rippling pectoral muscles. The "M" looked suspicously like the
McDonalds golden arches. Only more black and hairy than golden. Well, now my
"treasure trail" (Which, by the way ladies, it is most definatly a treasure
down there) is starting to branch out. Two branches to be specific, and it
is beginning to look like an arrow pointing towards the goods. I came to the
realization that if the "M" rounds out... it will make 2 "O"s. and if the
trail reaches up to my pecs I will have a giant simulated penis made from
chest hair. I will keep you updated on the progress of penis in quesiton.
I want my voice to be heard about the following subject. Sundays should be voted off this earth. Why? Because they stink. Badly. Do people ever have any real fun on Sundays? Not I! Sundays are boring and nothing good is ever on television except for the Disney Channel. So now I ask you, the people, to get Sundays away from all. For good.
So last night at the Metreon, whilst viewing The Matrix in IMAX, a gent sat down in front of my friends and myself who had what can only be described as The Mullet To End All Mullets. It was magnificent, I tell you. This guy was the King Of Mulletania, the lead singer of Mulletalica. It was pointed out to me by my friend Cody, who admired its pleasing shape and form for about twenty minutes, after which he was only able to mutter "My God...such beautiful plumage."
After the movie (which, by the way, booted my ass all over the fine city of San Francisco like a 49er's place kicker), all we could as Mullet-o The Great exited the theater was stand and salute in unison.
I got some mail! It was a package! How insanely cool, right? Well, anyway.. my brother says "Adam. You got a package in the mail."
"A package?" I ask myself. "I'm not expecting a package. Perhaps some kind soul out there in internet-land thought to be so kind as to send me a package they had promised to send so long ago.
"What is it?" I ask.
"It says 'Happy 18th Birthday' on it." brother replied.
Surely, had to be the gift from named kind soul, right?
Wrong. What I found was a small black box from Gillette.
"Gillette?!", I pondered. "What the fuck is the shaving company sending me?!"
Of course, I opened it. What did I find? I found a new razor. A Mach 3, to be exact - Gillette's latest, 3-blade, uberslick razor.
"Wow! Free razor! How cool!" right?
WRONG AGAIN!
The bastards! Only five weeks ago I paid a good $8 for this nice little razor only so they can send me a free one for my birthday, which by the way, was one month ago. Bastards.
Jesus was right, 'Almost Famous' is a great movie! And then, like Todd, I went home to light candles and listen to 'Tommy'. Unfortunatley, someone scratched my 'Tommy' c.d. so I went for 'Quadrophenia', which wasn't in the case. So, I put on 'The Wall', which is no SUBSTITUTE (note the pun) for 'Tommy', though a great album. I still had FUN! today, as I went surfing while it was raining/snowing/hailing. What a beautiful day in Michigan!
I've just seen the worst movie EVER. EVER. Well, I still haven't seen "Bring it on"...but "Beautiful" (PG-13, starring Minnie Driver, Joey Lauren Adams, and that annoying little girl from the Papsi commercials) is undoubtedly almost as bad. This movie has it all: awful music, tacky sequins, bad singing, and a storyline that seems to be some sort of unholy monster created from the fragments of many different unused movie scripts.
I hate the little Pepsi girl. I hate Pepsi. That little girl makes me want to throw up. Pepsi makes me want to throw up. For some reason, Pepsi is Adam's drink of choice. I don't understand you Pepsi-drinkers.
This movie was NOT fun, and may be hazardous to your health. It may also cause birth defects and severe depression. You have been warned.
HAVE YOU EVER NOTICED THAT PEOPLE NEVER TAKE YOU SERIOUSLY ON THE INTERNET WHEN YOU TYPE IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS? IT'S QUITE ODD AND DISCONCERTING. SO, AS A GRANDIOSE CONTRAST TO THE LOWER-CASE CONVENTIONS OF MEG, DANIEL, AND JACK, I WILL PULL A FRIEND BEAR AND TYPE THIS FUN! UPDATE IN ALL CAPITAL LETTERS. PH34R.
SADLY, JEFF, I AM VOTING FOR GEORGE W. BUSH THIS ELECTION. HE R0X0RZ J00. HARD. ARE YOU EIGHTEEN? IF NOT, THEN HA HA. I 0WN3Z0R00LD3ZX0R3Z J00.
THE NEW RADIOHEAD ALBUM KICKS ASS. *MY* ASS. IT IS VERY GOOD. I STRONGLY RECOMMEND GOING OUT AND PROCURING THREE COPIES OF IT BY WHATEVER MEANS POSSIBLE LIKE I DID.
OKAY, I THINK THAT'S IT FOR TODAY. I HAVE A 2:00 CLASS TO GET MAH H4X0R GR00V3 ON, SO I WILL BE RAPPING AT YOU LATER. PREFERABLY IN NORMAL CASE THIS TIME.
Albert Gore Jr. is FUN! I saw him today and it was great. We arrived to the sounds of Van Halen, Stevie Wonder, and John Mellencamp, only to be later blessed with a live performance by popular former Eagle, Glenn Frey. After a short performance of popular Eagles hits and a few covers, the future President himself came out. He spoke words nary spoken truer before. Best of all, I came home equiped with buttons, signs, and miniature American flags because I can't have abortions.
Also, who is the creator of the almighty Friend Bear comics? I must award my full gratitude to such a great comic. It is only beaten by "In a Nutshell" by Kevin Collier.
Funions just popped into my head. Y'know, those onion shaped chips that taste oniony. I guess they are supposed to be "fun", just look at the name, but in my opinion they are disgusting. I remember at one of the first volleyball away games this season, this girl was eating Funions. Then this girl talked to me. Was it fun? No! Her breath smellt like...bad stuff. So they should change the name to like, Notfunions are something.
Weeeeee! Look at me! I'm happy!
I finished all my homework yesterday. In all my classes at the present moment, homework is customarily assigned on Friday to be due the next Friday. For those of you who can't do the math, that means that, for the next twenty-five or so hours, I am free.
Free.
Free to do whatever I damn well please. Like post on FUN!.
Jeff and I postulated the idea of everyone exchanging AIM screen names. Everyone send an email to nickd@nickd.org with your AIM screen name and I'll send out a mass email to everyone when I get them all. We should then be able to set up convenient buddy chats with everyone when enough people are online, which is always the case, because we spend all our time on the Internet anyway.
I'm on page 200 of Atlas Shrugged. I hope to double that within the next day or so, because I have so much free time. YAY! :)
Jeff has a bear costume. What I, on the other hand, want is a pink bunny costume. Yes, a pink bunny costume. Why? Because everybody loves bunnies. I'd hop around town hugging biker dudes and little kids. I'd teach all the children about life...useful things, like how to steal cars and commit murder without getting caught. I'd be their hero. Then I'd get my own children's television program where I'd teach them how to count and write...and overthrow the government. I'd even have (as George W. Bush says) "subliminable messages" for the parents. And nobody'd try to stop me, because everybody loves bunnies.
We should have a group chat at a specified time. Kind of like a party, except online with no alcohol or drugs or human contact.
I would also like to add that my bed is perfectly made, and that I have no problems getting sheets on it. I's got mad skillz, yo.
feeling neglected, much? it happens to the best of us. at least you are valid in blaming politics as the source of your troubles. Bore and Gush [those ARE the candidates names, mind you] have been taking up much needed space in the minds of the american public. this is space that could be better used to house information/propaganda distributed by Team FUN!-- none of which includes fuzzy math.
why does adam look different in each of his pictures? the explanation is simple, really. mr. zalava has a fixation with the art of D.I.Y.P.S. [that's "do it yourself plastic surgery", for the less informed.] this practice began on the streets of New York in the late eighties when unemployed actors and models wanted a second chance at fame, and needed a quick fix for a fresh look.
as far as communication, we used to chill at #teamfun on mIRC, but that sort of disintegrated. it's a deterioration that could be easily remedied, i imagine.
I could not be online for 2 weeks, without notice, and noone would know where I went. That scares me. What if I like, died and noone knew!? What if YOU, my friend, died and I didn't know. That's scary, and not fun.
On a fun note... ummm....dangit. I don't have anything fun to say.
Why didn't anybody reply to my last post? I blame politics and communists. I would like an answer though. And why doesn't somebody start a way for FUN! members to live chat together, mIRC or otherwise. I haven't spoken to most of you. I would do it, but I am less qualified than anyone else in the world.
Ladies and Gentlemen: My Claim to Fame.
The scene: I'm busy working on a still life in my drawing class, and passing the time by halfway singing El Scorcho to myself.
Drawing Teacher: "Hey, is that Weezer?"
meg: "Totally, dude." [or something to that effect.]
Drawing Teacher: "Is that the song about a half-japanese girl?"
meg: "Uh huh. Are you down with Weezer.. or something?"
Drawing Teacher: "No, I can't stand them."
meg: "... oh."
Drawing Teacher: "I dated that girl in highschool, then she got engaged to Weezer's lead singer.."
meg: "Dios mio!!"
Drawing Teacher: "Yeah, that didn't work out. I hear she's all strung out on heroin somewhere in LA."
meg: "Cool!"
The awful thing about having a freshly made bed (freshly made bread..hawhaw) is you just wanna jump onto it and roll around on it and stuff, but if you do, it just wrinkles the quilt up and then you have to smooth it out which is annoying. I know that's silly and overdramatic, but it is. Especially during summer when I don't sleep with a quilt anyway. But quilts look good, no matter how much they get on my nerves.
Also, why can't I hear Uptown Girl without the DJ telling me it was written for Christie Brinkly?
As much as I hate being a nay-sayer, and as much as I hate admitting that, yes, I have already listened to the entire Green Day album on the date of release, I have to say, don't buy it.
It's nice that they're branching out and changing their music, but what they've done thus far doesn't work. If your lyrics are still going to be "Dookie", you can't sound like a bad Rolling Stones cover band. Or whatever they sound like. I'll be honest with you, as soon as I start to hear a melody and a chord progression I really like, they do something stupid with repitition, or ignore a really wonderful opportunity to do something that just makes them sound lost.
This album is worse than Nimrod by a long way. It is, in fact, almost as bad as Insomniac.
Alex Trebek: Something that bugs me more than anything else in the world, but
I never think about until I have to do it?
Me: Changing my sheets
Alex: Correct
P.S. I don't say this because I wet my bed, I say it because changing your
sheets is hard because you have to get on your bed and pull the sheets over
the side, while still applying pressure with your knee on the sheet to
stabilize yourself.
Here's where I namedrop and mention that I went to high school with Billy Joe and Mike from Green Day. They performed at a school function once. They really sucked. They've gotten better since.
I have a great picture in my yearbook of Mike looking like a total 80's stoner. I should post it sometime. Back to work for now, though.
It's pretty funny how exhausted I am. It's even funnier why I'm exhausted. I got to bed around midnight last night, which isn't too unusual or bad. But the killer was getting up the extra ten minutes earlier than normal at quarter to five. My reason? I had to get my ass over to Meijer and buy the new Green Day album, Warning. Apparently there's another album out by some other band today, but I'll have nothing to do with it, as I have car repairs to make. Anywho, this CD kicks ass, and lots of it. Some songs are obviously Green Day-esque, in that they sound identical to other Green Day songs, while others sound very different from other songs by GD (Church on Sunday, for instance, has a tambourine in it.) One of the songs, Misery, sounds an awful lot like a Five Iron Frenzy song that I can't think of right now. So yes, I am proud of being the first (or not) in my town to have the new album. Send me money and gold.
I thought of many things as I layed in bed last night. I thought about school, and my extreme dislike of it. Then I thought of what I wanted to be when I grow up. Then I pictured myself doing things. It was fun. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. All I know is that I need to start paying more attention in school and getting better grades. What does that mean that I need to start doing? I don't know. I went over the idea of taking a break from online. That'd be weird, since I'm on every day for hours. I don't think i'm strong enough. Haha. I don't know, we'll see how school is doing today....
And with that, everyone have a great day!
AHHHH! It's been way too long since my last FUN! post. Dastardly long. Diabolically long. I can't think of a third synonym long. You know that kind of long... the kind where you can't think of a third synonym? Yeah.
I brought up a new site the other day, which might just be even stupider than the other site I run. I don't know; I haven't had the ability to determine that all yet.
This is also my first post at college. Let the record show that I have learned three things at college:
Thing the first: College is full of many, many, many attractive - nay, insanely gorgeous - girls. All of them will not even consider going out with me. YAY. FREAKING YAY.
Thing the second: Two things mattered in high school.
Sub-thing the roman numeral I: My AP test scores.
Sub-thing the roman numeral II: The acceptance letter I received to college. It was written on rather impressive stationery, with a watermark and everything. You can tell a college is important by how neat their watermark looks.
Thing the third: It's fun to poke drunk people in the kidneys, especially when they're collapsed on your dorm room floor and twitching nervously.
Alex wrote "nickd.org" on her forehead. That was very nice of her.
I see a lot of new people at FUN!... Adam and I decided a lot of really neat things and upgrades and such to do in the future. That's all very good. If we change the current site design, chances are I will play an integral role in it. That's also very good. I like designing web sites. Can you tell? :)
Can anyone believe it? I haven't posted yet today, and it's already a quarter to 9. This is too weird for it's own good. Today was a blah day. Nothing really happened at all. I woke up at 2, and then did domain stuff. I then rented "Pretty In Pink", and watched it. Now I'm online again. I think I am going to stay home from school tomorrow. Not because school sucks, which it does, but because I'm back sick as ever again. Wooooshbam.
Well, I'd like to formally welcome anyone who has joined team FUN! since I have, because I haven't done it yet. This weekend was great FUN! The waves were up everyday, it was homecoming, and I furthered my infatuation with Aaron Carter. If you are like me (until yesterday), and don't know who Aaron Carter is, you are grossly uneducated. He is the significantly less talented little brother of Nick Carter, who is in himself a non-talented Backstreet Boy. Yes, as a gag gift for my friend's eighteenth birthday, someone got him an Aaron Carter movie. It was no Bring It On, but it was close. Absolutely enthralled by "The Clapping Song", I have spent the last 9 hours trying to master the dance. He sings of zoo animals doing illegal substances, and he is 10! Fun, FUN, FUN! 'till his daddy takes his puberty away!
Also, Stu and I noticed that Adam looks completely different in every photo taken of him, and I saw one picture of Joe where he looked like an acceptable member of society. Could someone please explain?
I like to copy Adam. He got a cable modem, I got one. He got a webcam, I got one. He got a cd-writer, I got one. I'm not quite sure why this always tends to happen, but I may have an idea.
Adam has constructed and programmed his very own cyborg - me. I have been fully configured with simulated instincts to copy anything that Adam ever does. The next thing you know, I'll be dancing to Run DMC and posting the video on my web page! Damn you Adam, you've created a monster. Who knows what I will do next!
So it's a bad idea...but it could be true. I mean, why else would I have impure thoughts about, eh, gotta go!
Buh?! I have a sexy voice? Or is this some other Todd whose name is being bandied about? Have any of you FUN! folks even heard my voice?
Because it's true, it is damn sexy. I'd like to read that there hazing assignment some day.
Damn, what a weekend! Saw The Exorcist tonight, and it's still just as scary as it ever was. Last night I saw three terrific bands: Wash Me, Junk Sick Dawn, and the incomparable Captured By Robots, who rocked my face in large quantities. No description possible. Must be seen.
I also wrote a song. It's called "Monkey Lovin' On The Interstate" and would cause insanity if any lyrics were to be reprinted here. Probably 'cause Cthulhu helped me write it.
Hello! Please be gentle with me, I might explode. Um, my website is flabby nasty and unupdated so don't go there! Not yet, anyway, haha, because we all know it'll soon be on the top of your bookmarks list sooner or later. Just a matter of time *evil thumb twiddling*. My hazing assignment was about Todd's sexy voice. Mmmmmm.
I think a good way to break the ice is with a link! This particular link is a diary or something. I don't know if it's parody or not. Sure is funny.
Oh, Leah! I'm sorry you feel bad. Here's a song I wrote for you, I call it "Wind Beneath My Wings"
Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be
And I can fly higher than an eagle
For you are the wind beneath my wings
Yeah, that's an original work of mine. And don't listen to anyone who tells you otherwise, it's like a conspiracy of secrecy or something. Trust no one.
There's something I pride myself on, and that is hardly ever getting depressed, and always looking on the bright side of things. Latly, this has not been working out for me at all. Right now I'm talking to my "best friend" and I feel like I don't even know her. It makes me want to cry.
I don't know why I'm posting this here, because this isn't FUN! but that's okay.
I need to meet new people. I really and truely do.
not to outdo dear Judah, but i have taken the liberty to write a poem for another member of team fun, while i am hijacking this iMac from the math lab.
i like to put cheese in my pants
then i do the crazy cheese dance
the heat it builds
so melts the cheese
it rushes..
down.. down..
to my knees
but i must dance
and dance some MORE !
until that cheese..
it hits the floor
If beauty, as the cherished saying goes
Lies only in a lover's faulty eye
Then, else my sight is scarce to be believed
No fairer creature yet has happened by
If mind could be detached from fickle heart
And reason be applied where love has reign
Still reasons would exist of force enough
That I, in truth, should love you all the same
If all the world were given as a gift
And I were asked to make a single choice
No hesitation in my glistening eye
No deviation in my humble voice
Of all the treaures that the world contains
I should not keep from uttering your name
So, I now officially have strep throat. Ooooo Ahhhhh! I had a volleyball game today, but I decided that I wasn't in the right condition. So my mom got mad and took me to the doctor's. The doctor then stuck things in my ears and throat, and then informed that I had strep throat.
I rented Final Destination and got some Mcdonalds, then layed down to watch it while my mom ran out and got my antibiotics. When she returned I went to take a pill. I then noticed a little pink pill mixed in with my big white ones. Being oh so smart, I did not take it. I called the Pharmacy and they informed me that they had made a mistake and put an anti-depressant pill in with mine. What stupid people they are!
Anyways, I'm bored. Very....very bored. And it's 1 in the morning. Should I go to sleep? Naw. Sleep is for wussies.
Ack! Alex, dear, I'm afraid you have been the victim of a horrible, horrible mistake.
The piece you read, ostensibly (and in fact, actually) posted by me, was originally intended for the Text section of GPN. I presume that if it had appeared there,instead of on FUN!, where I posted it as a lark, there would have been no doubt that it was a fraud.
My birthday was not, in fact, yesterday. My birthday isn't for well over a month, and will most likely be preceded by a long series of whiny rants about my forthcoming 20-hood, both here and elsewhere.
I am terribly, terribly sorry to have deceived you in this manner, and hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
Judah, you bastard! Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday? I curse you. You're so totally cursed. I mean, seriously. You're not getting anything for your birthday from me anymore...
Welcome, Joe.
Everybody should stop talking about Adam's hair, Leah's hair, Swifty's hair, Joe's hair, and Jeff's hair and start talking about MY hair. Look at this picture, in which I have vacant.cc written on my forehead as a plug for Leah:
Some facts about my hair:
Contrary to rumors that have been spread around by jealous peoples, I am not bald.
I am a natural blonde. Trust me.
My air is soft and silky, not unlike the hair in shampoo commercials.
So, fellow citizens, next time you think about hair, think about my hair, and how inferior yours is compared to it.
So, I'm sick. I have strepthroat. But that doesn't stop me from being fun. Nono! I had my bestest friend Laura over, and our original plan was to make VIRGINITY RULES posters, and go to Walmart and Target to hang them up, but she forgot the hot glue gun, which is the most key ingredient to making posters. So, that fell thru.
So, we did the next best thing. We got dressed up and we made webcam videos. They are great. I would upload them, but it would take 7 years, and that's a long time.
I bet that you are thinking to yourself, "If that silly Leah girl has strep throat, then why isn't she in bed?". Well guys, I really don't know. I am just thaaatttttttt crazy.
In other news, Swifty, I know you just put that number 5 picture there to bother me. Because, y'know, it does. And in other other news. I like your hair.
Ok, Being this is my first post to FUN! since the riff-raff administrators
here lost my hazing assignment, I need to make this astonishingly FUNny. I
was going to write about my trip to applebee's and how my burger smelled like
a female reproductive organ. But that was too long winded. So what do I
post? I could tak about how upsettingly handsome I am... but again, that is
very long winded. I suppose I am just happy being an elitist now that I am in
team FUN!. I don't like how we are a corporation though, I think team FUN!
should be more like a gang. We could have internet "turf" that we fight
for... we could do drive by's on Glassdog and Benbrown. And I mean, Adam's half
mexican... so that already kind of makes us a gang. He just needs to wear a
"wife beater", bandanna, carry around a forty and call Judah "Essay". So, now
that I am the new member of the gang I need to be initiated. I learned in
middle school that when a new member joins the gang they will be "passed
around", this means that every member of the gang that is the opposite sex of
the new member in question has intercourse with that new member. So it looks
like my initiation still needs to be completed....
My first day and every female member already hates me. You can just say I am
a mix of ferris bueller and parker lewis... only a bazillion times smoother.
Well, with all this talk about haircuts, I simply COULDN'T omit my own pictoral history of -- shall we say -- do's and don'ts. However, since all the pictures of me with shoulder-length brown hair have been burned and re-burned (except for the ones on my WEBSITE!!!) this is composed entirely of the hairstyles i've worn in the past week or so. ENJOY!
KEY:
1) The Regular Cut
2) The Sloppy Unicorn
3) The Sidesweep
4) The Maxell
5) The Endor Surprise
6) The Mark "Sugar Ray" McGrath
Wanton destruction gets a bad rap. Look at me, I’ve been looting, killing, and so on for years and years, and I’m not a bad person! To the contrary, I’m a good person who occasionally does very bad things, like yesterday.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I went to the post office to mail a letter. If it had been any other day, I probably would have been ok… but for me, birthdays mean bad, bad moods.
I walked into the post office with a chip on my shoulder… my birthday chip. The line was fucking long as shit. I remember thinking to myself, “Fuck, this line is fucking long as shit!” I had to get the letter in the mail though… people depend on my letters.
The guy behind the counter (when I got there) started giving me some grief, too.
“I’d like one stamp please,” I said.
“That’ll be thirty-three cents,” he grunted.
“I don’t have any money!”
I don’t think he liked me shouting at him, because he got all defensive. That made me upset, and I had no choice but to go completely, totally apeshit on his ass.
I started with the eyes. Most people are very protective of their eyes, so you make a move towards the groin first to distract their hands. I didn’t used to like the feeling of digging into someone’s eye socket with your bare hands…. but I figured if I started wearing a glove, that would just make me soft and girly.
After I went at his eyes a little, he wasn’t moving around too much. He must have passed out or something, but I knew that he’d probably just wake up later and get all uppity with someone else. I took one of those pens that are attached to the desk, and I unattached it and buried it in his trachea.
I could tell that wasn’t his favorite thing in the whole world. He started gurgling and bleeding all over, and then he just kind of stopped. That’s when I realized that I had killed him.
i hate to admit it.. but i think that i've been sucked into a vortex. doomed to think and breathe school 86 hours a day. [yes, that's eighty six hours a day.] when i scrape the wax out of my ears, it isn't wax.. it's really the build up of Russian Literature. the goop in my eyes is the remains of my Parties and Nominations class, and the gunk under my fingers is Advanced Math. this is really a travesty. my former existance as a computer dork is fading away, and it's not something i'm ready to let go. for a moment today i thought, "Hmmm, maybe i should just ditch my neglected website, and jump ship from other such endeavors." this wasn't a good thought, i don't want to be one of those damn "Oooooh, i'm on hiatus" people. instead, i decided that maybe i'll get a webcam.. or my own domain, and simply delve deeper in all the splendor of dorkdom. [keep in mind that "dork" is a term of endearment to me.]
sidenote: i know that Swifty and Todd have been around for quite a while, but i'd like to give an offical "hey yo" to those cats, and to Leah and Joe. go TEAM! [or something.]
Now I don't necessarily have a problem with school spirit, but I do have a problem with complete stupidity. Our school, much like many other schools, has a school spirit week. This is great because conformists can be conformists in different clothes. Great, I am glad for them, but why do we have to have transvestite day? Today, a lucky few selected popular kids got to dress up as members of the opposite sex. I don't know what this does, or why it is done, it just IS. I guess my problem is that it hit a little too close to home, and not because 1 in 9 people choose an "alternate lifestyle". As I sadly discovered, a friend of mine had partaken in this disgusting display. I knew that he was "popular", but I didn't know he was "incredibly stupid".
Incidentally, I hate hair, and would shave mine if not for the loss of body heat.
My friends and I are screwed up, Todd, that's why I probobably found it so funny when noone else did. I saw a preview for the new one, and it frightened me.
Adam once had long hair. WOO WOO WOO! So did I.
so HA!
Sorry for posting again so soon, but I just found out that captured by robots are going to be playing the Stork Club on Telegraph on Friday night. Sweet mother of crap! I hope to Jeebus that I can find someone to take to see this truly transcendent musical experience.
And hey Alex, that was indeed a KitH reference earlier. Glad you think that's supercool (which is in itself a UCB reference); just wish I could find a nice girl about twice your age who felt the same. Ah well. Loneliness breeds creativity.
Finalizing this late evening's thoughts with one last piece of tasty linkage: This hit just a little too close to home today. But still midget-slappingly funny.
The Exorcist currently in theaters is remastered with enhanced digital sound, a few deleted scenes, and some slightly enhanced visual effects. No offense, but I don't see how anyone can find the film funny; it's hands down the scariest fucking movie I've ever seen. Full review of the new edition to come this weekend, when I actually see it.
Normally Judah does the welcoming of new members to Team FUN!, but I have my own personal agenda. so I'll be doing the welcoming on this one.
Welcome Joe. Joe is the newest member of Team FUN!. His website is currently not working, but will be soon. Joe is not allowed to direclty post to FUN! because he was once our sworn enemy, and we don't trust him. But he's still family - so show him love... just not the password.
Now... onto my personal agenda.
Lately, everybody seems to just LOOOVVVEEEEE Joe's hair. His hair is big and poofy and out of control. OOHH!!! WOWWW!! NEATTT!!! Want to know who had the poofy out of control hair before Joe did? ME! I have proof!:
Yes.. my hair kicked ass. But did anybody take the time to point that out to me? Sure! But not very much.. why's Joe get all of the attention? The son of a bitch! I swear... I'm going to Nads™ his hair! Meanwhile, I'm growing my hair back out, and my head will kick his head's ass! Then all of you sons-a-bitches who go to Joe, "I LOVE YOUR HAIR! IT'S SO CUTE!"... you'll realize that I was shagged out before Joe even DREAMED of replicating the mass on my head!