Tag Archives: Logen

6 November 2004

6 Nov

The moral of the story is… I’m not sure. Huge catastrophic accidents and being shot at can’t compare to being sold out by a friend and then being turned down. For all logical reasons, I have been turned down. Again. You know, girls suck. Really bad. And all the time. But hey, there’s always a chance right? Well, more or less, no, there isn’t. But if there is…

I think it’s because I really liked this one: something unique. But eh, I’ll deal with it. I think I’ve lost my ways of winning battles. I was too … slow… to even do anything. Although, beating said friend into a bloody mess, that would be fun. “Dude, I was here first.” “Yea, I heard you like her.” “Yea, I do.” “Hey, what can I say man, it’s in my profile.” “You fucker.”

But, I spiked my hair really well today. And that made me happy. Back to ignoring people. God, I hate people. More specifically, I hate Midland people.

This weekend, I sleep. And I’ll watch Forrest Gump and laugh. Ah, good ol’ days.

30 October 2004

30 Oct

Logen and I. I was a Nazi. Bright ideas, this kid.

As if my face wasn’t scare enough, Halloween is upon us once again. Last year I paraded about as a Nazi (the eqiuvalent of going as Osama or the devil, as far as I am concerned). This year, I will go as… nothing, since I’m not going. But nevertheless, I am buying big on Monday when all the Halloween candy is 1/6th the original price at stores

28 October 2004

28 Oct

My room is dark and cold. Something of an oddity for my room. I’m trying to learn German. (To impress the German girl? — I’m not sure.)

I will call this German girl, Sabina, tommorrow. I bet, if anything, she will give me an outstanding “No.”, something I have been subject to for quite a while. If not, I think I can really have fun with her. Maybe show her that not all of Midland is this boring and slow. How? Not sure.

I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I must be drifting in and out of reality all through the day.

I really rather like Sabina — she is so new and exciting. So… normal, as I recall what normal is.

There is a girl that looks just like my Logen in my English class. Well, the features are similar. Her laugh is similar, and she’s also into literature and sports. I think I found a match; but I’d rather have the real thing.

And Ali, Ali said she will be back in Texas and will stop by in a few months. That’s good to hear.

You know, it just crossed me… if I ask Sabina out on Halloween to do something fun, I better come up with an alternative costume idea. Haha, that’s hilarious. First smile of the day.

25 September 2004

25 Sep

I ruined this poor Asian kid’s arm. Destroyed it; deja vu Fight Club, deja vu Magnolia. I love playing trade hits. It’s something that takes the tension off of a moment. When you keep going, even though you can hardly lift your arm, now that’s fun. Bill Luu, rank five or so in the class, destined to be the Asian guy building Honda’s newest technologies in the future, that’s him. And now he has a bruise that is roughly eight inches in length, six inches in width. There is signifigant blood leakage, as well.

In other news, I spent several dollars on sushi. Nigiri Salmon. Or, so I think that’s the name. I don’t deal well with foreign languages.

So far, I have engineered teachers pretty well this year. English will drive me nuts, Spanish is hard in general, and Chemistry wouldn’t remember if I shot her family.

I had an odd dream. I’ll have to tell you about it later.

Hey, do you actually even read this? … You must be pretty busy, I’m assuming. If I was you, I wouldn’t. What have I said in this journal to recap? Nothing at all.

20 August 2004

20 Aug

Oh, almost forgot about this thing. Not that anybody reads it.

To recap from July 19, I got my license, I haven’t killed anyone yet, Logen will be gone tommorrow, and I don’t want to spend more than three minutes in Lee Highschool, let alone three years. People regard me as an artist online, offline I’m the guy you bump into in the halls when you’re talking about L’shannaya’s new boyfriend who is “wack’d sha”. Whatever that means.

In PE, they made us do ten whole situps and ten whole pushups. Hilarious. I can almost feel the strain of last night’s 500…

Reed will either be mentioned in here a lot, or not at all. It depends on if I drop the class. I don’t think I will though. It’s a waste of my time, true, but why not have some fun along the way? And what’s fun about Reed’s class? I have a strategy formulated to manipulate and control my grade based on slacking off and procrastination. This one may be a bit more mental than Truitt was, so I can’t wait to see how far I can push things.

I’ll try to squeeze in another entry this month, probably not.

I’ll miss that little girl, you know?

14 July 2004

14 Jul

Headache. I just got back from the yearbook convention thing in Dallas. I suppose it taught me how to use the layout sheets and introduced me to the computer elements, however, I felt like I was in first grade. Granted, our first assignment was to make a “list of five goals” for the yearbook via tracing your hand. I made mine into a turkey… I remember finding it childish the first time I did it, actually. We were supposed to “think outside the box” and make “creative goals”. My “creative goal” was “Finish the yearbook”.

Tired. Very tired. Haven’t slept much. Tomorrow I have to go into the VIAMedia office. I’m dying here. What day is it again?

Stressed. Today feels like a lonely Sunday. I want to talk to someone about something, but all I have is no one. I’m angry. At Ali, maybe. Who said she would come see me.. who said she didn’t realize it was me. I don’t care about that though. I’ll call her tonight. It was a mishap, I’m sure. I hope.

Logen. Sorry I’m so distant, if you even read this.

11 June 2004

11 Jun

Here's me in the Midland Reporter Telegram

In lack of recent updates, I got the part. That’s about it. Besides that, only one other thing is new. No, confirmed, but old. I hope no one was terribly upset by the whole thing. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s sort of a long story. Which I don’t plan on telling. Just know that my real life plans were ended with a no. Still not making sense? Then don’t bother. Since people I don’t even know seem to read my journal, I will keep things brief.

In summation, I have a headache, my eyes are wet, and I’m going to go to bed very early tonight, sleep all day tommorrow, forget to eat for a while, and shrug off any responsibility that I have for a while. I don’t plan to be on AIM and I don’t plan to keep up with DeviantART well. I put my current projects on hold. The only thing I do plan is to be lonely and a complete blank.

To a certain other person, you don’t have to bother telling me anything. Doesn’t matter really; sorry I got you involved in any of these things.

26 May 2004

26 May

Listened to a CD all night long. Somewhat tired. Took tests, went fine. Tommorrow and the next are the trials, well, actual finals: Math, Biology, History, English. Scratch off English. So three hard tests. I bombed my Spanish II exam, however. Do I care? Not really, considering I started off with a 64 as an exam grade before I took the exam. I don’t have to do much to pass, much less, make an A.

It appears a certain Logen has figured out my secret: I am ticklish. I hate her for making me smile aganist me will; er, well, I used to. I sorta kinda like it. As for a certain other person, I am forced to copy paste my journal entries now. I mean, what’s up with that. I follow orders, it appears. (I’ll need that later).

My life is a fortunately beautiful thing.

(and yes, I’m listening to another song in spanish)

19 April 2004

19 Apr

That cracking sound you imagine later in your head, the flash of pain. That’s how a broken bone feels. Although, this time it just popped it out of the joint.

I am a living papercut. My right hand is gnarled with cuts. Boredom? Yep.

Today sucked. Totally. Mondays suck. Today was the worst. I smelt like coffee the entire day (which wasn’t bad). The day just sucked. Slow, boring, made a kid’s nose bleed, just the norm.

Promise to steal me under any condition.

30 March 2004

30 Mar

It’s really not that I like POD, I just like this song. Not the lyrics really, the damned guitar. Nice song, really.

Today is a great day to be alive… well, for me. Dunno about you, faithful reader. The only bad thing that happened, and you’ll kill me for this, I know — bombed a history test today. It was all going good until the essay. Why? Because the essay was… A CHART! Yes, *gasp* a chart. Three blank boxes that needed to sum up WWI. I mentioned all the treaties in the right order, praying that I was doing it right. She took my paper, flipped it over, and put a big HUGE red X over the whole thing and then a -15. And that was BEFORE the other part of the test. So, if I come up with an 89, I’ll give you permission to punch me.

Anyway, back to the great day stuff. I’m not sure why really, it’s just like “wow, everything is all mmk!” and I have no reason for it. Grr, I hate it when I’m happy like this.

Yea, I know you’re probably thinking “Hrm, Clay sure has updated his journal. A lot.” I sure have. I’m going through Logen withdrawls. I sit down and think “… yep… uh…” and that goes on for a few hours. Fix your computer because your blog isn’t enough supplementary material to hold me over. I could have built you six or seven new computers in this amount of time.

Plus, all this down time, I have an ordered list of questions to ask you and twenty “night, love”s to tell you. Well, ok, it’s not that urgent, but you get the idea. I miss your smile.. smiling emoticon. Ah, pathetic. If only rebelchic, mike fisk, or somebody else I cared about would get online, I’d have a chat with them. But, that just does not happen. (Check your devious notes, I found something by accident when talking to Weke).

Man, I haven’t even talked to Nick Oswald in a while. He’s a cool guy. The last time I talked to Austin, Trip, and the others they all agreed that it was over and behind them and that it “never happened” … which effectively severed my ties.

The Wave. Remember the book, or the short movie that it all started with? You probably haven’t ever seen it. My 6th grade History teacher showed the class it. I loved that movie. It spurred the whole “Communism Rules!” campaign that Matt, Scott, Nick, Bao, Sarah, the other Nick, and I started. Another long story. Anyway, a webboard started, number 3004, called the Wave. It was my home to piracy. The big guys sat around there and laughed. Ah, it’s been so long. I was banned for using too large of fonts while cursing out an admin. It’s still rather funny. I’m back in now… time to say hi to Mig, Rimmer66, KTA, and all my other buddies.

Sorry for writing a novel, but great days or extremely blah days need proper explanation. (Yes, even though I explained basically nothing.)

Have a nice day, will ya?

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