Adam's Somewhat Daily Blog

Friday, November 5, 2004 09:33 p.m.

On a completely diferent note from the earlier blog, I submit the following quote: "The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them - words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. But it's more than that, isn't it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revalations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That's the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller, but for want of an understanding ear." -Stephen King

Friday, November 5, 2004 05:31 p.m.

Words cannot begin to describe what happened this Tuesday. And words cannot describe my feelings towards the whole series of events. But, look on the bright side. It is now illegal for Bush to run for office again.

Sunday, October 31, 2004 08:00 p.m.

Halloween is officially over, so says the clock. I am simultaneously writting quite possibly the best English paper I have ever wrote and litening to the dribble of the tv in the other room about the election. And in my personal quest in which no one else knows its intended purpose save for me, no outward movement. Great strides on the inside, but no advancement on the outside.

Monday, October 25, 2004 08:42 p.m.

I'm so ronery. So ronery. So ronery and sadry arone. Dere's no one, just me onry, sitting on my rittle throne. I wook rearry hard and make up great plans. But nobody listens, no one understands... Seems that no one takes me SER-RI-ROUS-REEEEEEEEE... And so... I'm rone-ry... A rittle rone-ry... Poor rittle me. Dere's nobody I can rerate to. Feel rike a bird in a cage. It's kind of sirry...But not rearry... Because it's firring my body with rage! I 'm the smartest most clever, most physically fit but nobody seems to rearize it. When I change the world maybe they'll notice meeeeeeeeee--- until then I'll just be lonely...poor little me... I'm so rone-ryyyyyy.

Sunday, October 10, 2004 08:28 p.m.

Long time no blog. I turned 18 about 2 weeks ago. And why I am only now writing about it is beyond me. I went to the play 'The Mizer' by Moliere yesterday with Madame Cohen. I was supposed to be driving a few kids up with me but they all decided not to go at the last minute. So I went with Madame Cohen, her husband, and a few of their friends. And those people were smart. Smarter than me. They were talking, and in my head I'm saying 'Man, I whole heartedly with what they are saying, but they say it better than I can.' I tried to chime in whenever I had something of that caliber to say, or when a question was directed at me. And the play was very good too. Well worth the $15 and a Saturday night, not that my Saturday's are anywhere near filled. And my dinner was on the French Club, ha ha.

Monday, September 13, 2004 04:27 p.m.

Ah, such is life. This morning, in the course of her explaining something that I did not want to have to listen to, told her to shut up. She became flummoxed and stalked out. Waffel, on his short leash, followed. Several minmutes passed by, then Waffel came back into the librairy with a purpose in his eyes. A fire of retribution, as it were. He comes up to me, and savagely punches me in the back, just at the edge of my right shoulder blade. During this process, he called me an asshole. To which I replied with the retort that if I were not such a pacifist his face would now be through the table we were sitting at. Needless to say after such an eloquent explanation, I've apparently pissed off yet abother person. But, I've given up caring. If they feel the need(the need...for speed, I always have to say that) to be angry, let them be angry. I don't have the time or the energy to try to please everyone all the time. But I can please some of the people some of the time and none of the people none of the time. Now if you can tell me where I stole that quote(be it changed a bit) I'll give you a cookie. How many cookies have I offered anyway? Why hasn't anybody collected on these?

Thursday, September 2, 2004 06:06 p.m.

It is amazing what your mind does when it lacks stimulation. And then again, it is amazing what your mind does when it can't get something out of your head. Like all sorts of thing; songs, movie scenes, people. Like I've had one of the songs from Highlander stuck in my head for a good week. I don't know, more insight later.

Tuesday, August 31, 2004 07:14 p.m.

Ok, I must give credit where credit is due. This is something Ian did some time ago so if he is reading this, there was your plug. I took my playlist, all 300+ songs, and hit the random button. The first 10 songs from the top are(barring double by the same artist, seconds will be skipped): #1, 'This Is The End' by The Doors. I always give my dad a hard time whenever he wears his The Doors shirt. #2, 'Iris' by The Goo Goo Dolls. This is my song of summer days sitting down at the pool. Everytime I dreadge up summers of past years this song sticks in my memory. #3, 'Electric Funeral' by Black Sabbath. You can't not love the intros to all of Black Sabbath's songs. Those be head banging openings. #4, 'With Or Without You' by U2. Even I have a mushy side that I must cater to from time to time. It's just one of those songs that get stuck in your head. #5, 'Under Pressure' by Queen and David Bowie. This is where Vanilla Ice stole his base line(see Ian, plugs all the time) for all of you who don't know. Queen and David Bowie...how can you lose? #6, 'Paint It Black' by The Rolling Stones. Great song to just sit there and listen to hidden messages. Very good remix of it in Twisted Metal Black. #7, 'Hey Ya' by Outcast. Ok, I admit. Even I find parts of it catchy. Don't hate me because I appreciate music. #8, 'Fly Like An Eagle' by Steve Miller Band. One of the tripiest songs on my entire playlist. You can just hear the lava lamps on the background. #9, 'One Thing' by Finger 11. If you haven't heard it, it is very cool. Again, another cater to the mushy side. #10, 'Staying Alive' by The Bee Gees. Any men who can sing that high, even in falsetto, deserve a medal.

Thursday, August 26, 2004 08:16 p.m.

The first day of the rest of my life just happens to be the first day of school today. My schedule worked out pretty well this year, with one exception. That being me not being able to be in choir for a second consecutive year. Both this and last year due to the act that my math abilities put me in the higher level class and it just happens to be the same period as choir. But I talked to Mrs. Stagg and she said that she would help me learn the music so I could still go on the trip in February, because I've made a deposit on it. Chester is still feeling bad after getting his claws out. I was against the idea but would concede to the front ones being removed. But unknown to me until we dropped him of at the vet he was to have all for paws declawed. So he is still walking very gingerly and making a big fuss about everything.

Sunday, August 15, 2004 09:22 p.m.

Yes, I know, I'm boring...TO THE EXTREME!!!! School starts in about a week and a half and I have still yet to write that mondo huge memoir I was telling you about at the begining of the summer. But the best laid plans of mice and men and all that jazz. Now if you know where that reference came from you get a cookie. Seriously, I will personally hand you a cookie if you can tell me where that came from. Anyways, I will do that memoir at some point. Maybe I can fudge it into a English project and kill two birds with one stone. Hehehehe.

Thursday, August 5, 2004 04:51 p.m.

Back from a splendid week and a half in San Jose, California. The forum wasn't quite what I expected, but I did meet a look of cool people, many of which I now have their screenames. Chester is visibly bigger from when I left. And he seems a little less friendly with me after being gone for ten days, but that will all work out. C'est la vie.

Sunday, July 25, 2004 02:50 p.m.

Tommorow starts my trip to California. And if you haven't seen my main page yet, there has been some slight redesign. I'll be gone until next Wednesday, when my plane arrives at 10 pm. I know none of you will miss me because I am such a boring person, and shame on you for thinking so.

Monday, July 19, 2004 06:31 p.m.

Should I or shouldn't I? And if I should, in what fashion should I go about it?

Monday, July 19, 2004 06:23 p.m.

I got my cat today. He is completly grey. As in 'take a smoke filled room and cut out a cat shape' grey. I named him Chester. Shut up, it's a good name. He isn't much a of cat that will sit in your lap. He has been going crazy running around the house when the slightest thing disturbs him. He is currently hiding out in the dining room. A picture will follow at a later date.

Monday, July 12, 2004 12:17 p.m.

How the time flies. Everyday seems to be shorter than the last. Tomorrow is the party to celebrate Waffel's escape from the womb. The obligetory Lazer Web showdown in order, then we are retreating to his house for refreshments and swimming. Thursday and Friday I have Teen Counseling Stuff to do. Huzzah.

Thursday, July 1, 2004 03:24 p.m.

Greeting and salutations. I got my ACT scores today and I recieved a 31 on them. That put me into the 98th percentile it says. But when I got a 1350 on my SAT, it said I was in the 92nd percentile. If we use math to switch the scores into each others ranges, this is what happens: If we change the ACT score into SAT, I would have a 1378; If we changed the SAT score into ACT, I would have a 30. So these two systems aren't exactly equal.

Tuesday, June 29, 2004 11:54 a.m.

AP Chemistry, fun...I guess. We had a class yesterday from 6-8:30 pm, and then one this morning from 8-10. And we had homework as well. Ok, it wasn't graded but you still needed to do it. I then have AP Calculus work that I need to start mailing to Mr. Corn starting in two weeks. Now the summer work starts piling on.

Friday, June 25, 2004 05:22 p.m.

Quiet possible one of the best movies to even been made. I am of course refering to Fahrenheit 9/11 which I saw this morning. You don't need to make fun of a man when he does it so well himself. The movie ended with him butchering an axiom. The one that begins 'Fool me once...' In other news, bowling went reasonably well yesterday. A 92, a 113, and a 156. The night just kept getting better.

Tuesday, June 22, 2004 06:04 p.m.

I got back from vacation on Friday, but I was at my Dad's house until Sunday night and his computer is in no way capable of handling even this very simple website. So I should have written this yesterday, but hey...I'm lazy. Mammoth Cave was pretty cool I guess, but I thought it was way too expensive. 10-16 bucks for each tour. That is like highway robbery. It is a National Park so there were lots of signs saying what we could not bring into the caves. Including but not limited to: large purses, camera cases, camera tripods, backpacks, diaper bags, anything including a blade, clubs, brass knuckles, etc. Crazy people. I am going to see Fahrenheit 9/11 on Friday if I have to see it alone. I may even see it twice. And I put another bumper sticker on my car. This one says "Be Nice To Nerds. Chances Are You'll End Up Working For One." And this only applies to one person...what little respect I still held for you has now evaporated.

Saturday, June 12, 2004 07:36 p.m.

I am going on vacation starting Monday going to Mammoth Cave with extended family. And I am going to write a memoir this summer, at some point. I will put it up on the website. I have the weirdest feeling of deja vu. Did I already say this? I was going to go to the St. Gertrude festival, but I didn't have anyone to go with and I began thinking, why should I go and spend money on an institution that continues to preach a belief that I think is wrong. I don't care if they practice it but I don't think my athiest dollars would sit well in their coffers.

Tuesday, June 1, 2004 01:21 p.m.

It has happened before and it has happened again. I am psychic. I must be. This is at least the fourth time in the last six months that I have had a dream that has shown me something that happened at a later date, or some aspect thereof. I was going to write a different blog for today but that bit of information seemed more pertinent.