ryan...or kessler...or pinky

"Lets make this quick"

Sun, 26 Feb 2006 22:42:59 GMT

Chelsea was IN MY BED!!!!
^___^

On the FCAT and my lazy forgetful self.

Mon, 20 Feb 2006 02:20:22 GMT

I know I haven't written in here for a long time but there was a lot of stuff I was thinking about and I wanted to write it down somewhere. It's in no particular order, just the first thing that pops into my head.

The writing portion of the FCAT, whether it's supposed to prepare us for writing later on or it's supposed to diagnose our writing ability or whatever. Whatever it's job is, I don't think it's doing it. The problem is that it's so formulaic that it doesn't really show you anything about the writer's ability. How many times in your life do you think you're going to be asked to write a five paragraph expository essay past high school? All you learn by doing FCAT writes and all that it shows people is that you can take a subject, write some bullshit about it, write some supporting bullshit stories and then write a nice little conclusion. I could teach an eight year old what buttons on a calculator to press in order to find an angle or a hypotenuse, but would that mean that he understands geometry?

I've been noticing more and more how unmotivated I am. Things like my license, homework and projects, even things like getting a glass of water because I'm thirsty. I almost didn't write any of this just because I would rather lay in bed and read a book or listen to music. I've tried so many times to change but I really can't help it. The most frustrating part about it is that I see what I'm doing wrong and I know what I have to do to fix it but I can't get up off my lazy ass and do anything about it. What I need is people to motivate me to do things, to tell me what to do I guess, but this is another problem I have. I hate to inconvenience people. There have been times when I've felt sick or had a migraine but didn't want to bother my parents with it and spent the whole day out trying to hide it. I've gone to restaraunts where I've had my order messed up twice but just ignored it so I wouldn't have to keep bugging the waiter. I hate to ask for favors or anything like that, not because I want to be independant but because I don't want to be an annoyance.

I really don't understand my memory sometimes. I can tell you all kinds of useless trivia that I don't give a shit about. I can give you a detailed description of my seventh grade social studies project. But ask me something like when an assignment is due, what I ate yesterday, or my own mother's birthday and I'm absolutely clueless. "I forgot" is probably one of the most common things to come out of my mouth and it's what I hate saying the most.

Ever since I got my results back from the PSAT's I've been getting letters and emails from tons of colleges. I wonder if they'd be so quick to invite me if they really knew what I was like.

Well there it is, everything thats on my mind right now. I don't blame you if you didn't read through all of it or any of it at all. After all, I know I'd be too lazy to read anything like this if someone else wrote it.

Mon, 24 Oct 2005 04:05:10 GMT

I hope it doesn't rain out tomorrow, I'm going to the pool and I want to get some sun.

Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

Fri, 14 Oct 2005 03:59:00 GMT

Sometimes I feel like I'm too sensetive but most of the time I feel like I'm not sensetive enough. Human emotions are so interesting to me, maybe I should be a psychologist.

Sun, 02 Oct 2005 01:13:23 GMT

My one hundred pound german shephard just bit me in the crotch.

TEN DAYS

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 02:21:01 GMT

I hope someone brings balloons. At the very least call me and leave a fruity message on my narcileptic phone.

OH EM GEE

Thu, 22 Sep 2005 02:17:49 GMT

Two weeks bitches.

The end of the world as I know it?

Mon, 29 Aug 2005 02:55:22 GMT

I dont know if it's happening again or if I'm just being paranoid. It's crazy how it all gets turned around right before my eyes. Maybe I'm just too slow.

I'm Back, With Hats

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 05:46:43 GMT

Stories tomorrow for anyone who cares.

Vegas Baby

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 14:23:00 GMT

I'm leaving for Vegas and Seattle today. I think Im coming back on the 30th, no promises on that though because my family can be confusing.

HAHAHAHAHA

Mon, 11 Jul 2005 06:07:52 GMT

http://www.filecabi.net/v.php?file=MichaelCrook.wmv

Micheal Crook, that moron who started the forsake the troops website gets his ass handed to him on Fox News. This video made my day.

Just venting, you're not supposed to understand.

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 08:20:56 GMT

Well they're at it again. I dont know if its weirder that they do it so close to me or that they talk about it in front of me. This isn't peer pressure anymore, no this is family pressure. Sometimes I feel like I'm the one who's different. All this racket isn't helping me sleep either. This shit gives me a headache.

I have a dirty mind

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 19:13:50 GMT

Has anyone else seen the overstock.com commercial? They know what's important in life, thats why their motto is "it's all about the O". Their phone number is the best, 1-800-the-big-O

Mon, 20 Jun 2005 01:34:57 GMT

How are Micheal Jackson and caviar similar?

They both come on little white crackers.

Sun, 19 Jun 2005 05:20:08 GMT

Twenty bucks says I got West Nile today.

The cab drivers are all crazy

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 16:24:38 GMT

So far New York has been mucho fun. Ill go over that in more detail when I get back on wednesday. Ill also have about TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY PICTURES TO UPLOAD! I think more than half of them are from the zoo... I really liked the aminals. I also got pictures of the Chrysler Building, pictures of the view on top of the Empire State Building, pictures from the decommisioned aircraft carrier USS Intrepid, pictures of ground zero, and pictures of the boring museum of natural history that I went to with my dad to make him happy.

Sun, 29 May 2005 03:51:57 GMT

I am a pimp. Also I need to clean my mirror.

Tue, 24 May 2005 01:21:24 GMT

Heres a little lesson for everyone:

This is a catapult

This is a trebuchet

They are two very different devices and if one more person looks at me like im not speaking english when I say trebuchet I think I'm going to go insane.

Wed, 18 May 2005 03:31:07 GMT

Just a little something to show you all just how smart I am. I was printing something out and I didn't want my printer to make a lot of noise so I turned down the volume on my speakers...

Godzirra!

Sun, 15 May 2005 14:43:33 GMT

Godzilla and flying cyborg Jet Jaguar meet a giant cockroach and a big black chicken sent by Seatopians...
Godzilla rules.

EDIT: I saw a kid wearing a helmet in a restaraunt today, he looked really smart.

Skitzo!

Thu, 12 May 2005 01:05:38 GMT

I've always felt like I was two different people, one who's serious and one who's fun. My fun side is always making jokes, always being optimistic, and always doing things spontaneously. My serious side is very sarcastic, won't get into anything without knowing about it and gets pissed off at people for being immature. My fun side didn't really come out 'till 7th grade. I guess you could say that thats when I "came out of my shell". If you didn't know me before then, you didn't miss anything. I always like to be funny, no one likes people who are serious all the time, but more and more I fnid myself being serious. Now that I'm getting older and more responsible I'm worried that one day my fun side will just disappear and I'll be just another boring person. I don't want to be a boring person. I think that one of my greatest fears is being that person you know who's never funny. They walk over when you're talking to someone and the conversation just kind of dies out. I want to be 60 and still making stupid jokes with friends and doing immature things. Being mature is way too boring, and I definitely don't want to rush growing up.

Greek apatheia

Wed, 11 May 2005 02:09:03 GMT

You know you only liked me because of my awesome hair and sense of fashion. just like I only want to get in your pants. Your just jealous because I'm pretty.

Hoe, you better read this when you get back.

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Sun, 08 May 2005 23:39:32 GMT

Aight, so the trip. I got up at 5:45 so I could get to school to at 7:00. For some reason I'm never tired when I get up really early. I sat next next to Brandon on the bus, what a surprise! We watched Napoleon Dynamite on the way up, it was funny but there was really no plot. When we got there we headed to Universal first because of, well, a misunderstanding. We went on some rides and took a bunch of great pictures. I forgot to bring a hat and it was really bright out so I went hat shopping. I found myself a pimp hat, everyone loved it. Everyone wore it too, I hope I don't get lice. After we checked in with Ms. Frasier (who was late) we went to see XXX 2. It was pretty good. I just think that it would have been better with Vinn Deisel in it again, and that goddamn white boy scientist should've died. We took some good pictures, including one with some random girl who we tried to hunt down so we could get in one of her pictures. Then some guy walked up to us and started talking to us. When he heard we were in high school he said "Don't do drugs! That's my lecture, alcohol's ok but no drugs. Well marijauana's ok, yeah marijuana's cool. Nothing harder than marijuana though." I had to turn around and walk away to keep from cracking up. Starman, this kid who was walking around with us, was running down these steps in front of the park when he wiped out. It was so funny! When we got to the hotel we found out that everyone was on the 11th floor. First me and Brandon got on the wrong elevator. Then we came back to the lobby and ran up 22 flights of stairs so we didn't have to wait for the elevator. Then Brandon tried to do something with someone on my bed that I didn't approve of, so he had to sleep on the floor. There was a massive orgy on my bed.

On the second day we went to Islands of Adventure. The weather was great and there were almost no lines on any of the water rides. We got soaked to the bone so we ran around with our shirts off for a while. It was really sexy. My shoes look like crap now cuz they got soaked. While we were waiting for Starman to get out of Dueling Dragons I saw a hotty. Then I saw Hulk Hogan and his wife and kid. That mother fucker's still pretty massive. For the last hour or two we just lounged around in front of Margaritaville. On the way back the truck in front of our bus had a wheel fall off and then the tractor it was carrying flipped off of it. Our bus driver stopped just in time. At the rest stop I saw the same hotty and she gave me an awesome penny that I'll cherish for the rest of my life. Near the end of the bus ride everyone in the back started screaming like wild animals and singing. Someone smelled like shit too.

I definitely need to plan a trip like this next year. If I remember anything else I'll be sure to update.

Rain rain go away, come back on the field trip

Wed, 04 May 2005 21:24:19 GMT

I'm all wet...

and I got pimp slapped yesterday! =/

Edit: http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/southlandtimes/0,2106,0a4101a188708,00.html
ow

Goths!

Sat, 30 Apr 2005 23:09:09 GMT

According to this website everyone is a goth:
http://www.mk-magazine.com/news/archives/001567.php

It starts with a declining interest in bible studies, next thing you know you're eating Count Chocula and masturbating! (Not at the same time.)