26 July 2007

So many Yankees!

Again, I’ve neglected to update this journal for a long time. I can’t say that much is really new in my life. Mainly just work (today I’m off). Lately, I’ve been listening to the Harry Potter books on audio CD. Nerdy, I guess, but an okay series, especially had I been younger when I started them. My coworker had the entire set on CD, so I decided that I might as well. I’m on the last book now, and things are pretty interesting.

Otherwise, I went to New York a few weeks ago. It was really an amazing experience. I have never seen such big buildings, such unending city, and such excessive shops. I bought a lot of cool junk, and that was fun. Not much point to anything I bought, though. The negative experience though, is that people were so unfriendly. Not really to say they were mean, but they just didn’t want other people to acknowledge that they were there at all. Which, to me, means they are unfriendly. I was given the excuse that people in NYC are so busy that they don’t have time to be friendly. That is outright wrong. I can be as pressed as I ever have been, but I still try to acknowledge and be friendly to others. Also, everything was incredibly expensive. I paid 13 dollars for a hamburger. I spent a lot more money than I wanted to, that’s for sure. Still, an overall great trip.

I have also been playing the guitar a lot. My fingers are black and blue, cut, scabbed, and blistered. But I finally can play a song I like.

25 April 2004

My throat hurts. I was at Ry’s party. Screaming over 50 people and the huge amounts of speakers, I’d say I’ll be sorry tommorrow. Afterwards, I just sat around with the guys and played guitar with them. Best acoustic I’ve ever played. That’s not really to say I’ve played all that many.

Oh, and I’ve got a cell phone. It’s a nice little flip phone. I don’t have very many minutes though, not that I’d really need many. I swear they are made for teen girls, default of a pink backlight, a teddy bear background, and a girly ringtone. I fixed all that I could and wasted away some free sign-up credits on the best ring tone ever devised by man. Speaking of phones, I was up all night talking with Nick Oswald yesterday. That guy is great. He’s just like me in almost every way. Excellent bass player as well. We have conversations where we think the exact same thing and say it at the same time. Not many people do that with me. I laughed harder than I’ve laughed in months.

Tommorrow will be a lonely Sunday, but now, now time for guitar and mood lights. All that’s missing is the girl.

13 February 2004

I sucked at guitar in 04 and I still suck now!

I always ending up feeling like the adult in any given situation. I have to be the adult. People years my senior become little kids when I talk to them. Age numbers are stupid. Pointless. People are at odds to these numbers, fearing them or praising them as they see fit to best match theirselves. I’m lost.

I should have… done something more for my valetine. Her present was so detailed… so complex. I had candy… I’m worthless. I’m sorry. I’m actually playing the blues on the guitar. I don’t know any love songs. Ironic.

Talked to my favourite math teacher from last year today. She’s still as nice as ever. Glad I got to talk to her. I miss Magnolia at times. It was a place where I could be me and people respected me instead of the age number by my name. Ah, yes, I’m dwelling. Angry? No… flustered to find a real reason though. Lately, my words become backwards… I lost control of my penmanship and my typing. Backwards. sdrawkcab? Why is it that I still see little difference, they’re the same word. I just noticed that it’s really not backwards; it’s jumbled. I would make an excellent creator of those annoying “unscramble the word” puzzles I’ve done so much in my school life.

Somebody asked me why I always type in short, concise sentences. It’s a little inside joke: the longer the sentence, the more poetic I end up making it.

Just for tonight, I’ll learn a love song for the guitar and sing it outloud in my room for you. Goodnight.

9 November 2003

Today was… interesting. I woke up at probably somewhat close to 12 P.M. and washed my face and sat on the computer. That’s the basic Saturday thing. Listened to some music and played my guitar a little too. My dad came in and said that there’s a Porsche we need to check out. In case you don’t already know, dear honest reader, I’m a Porsche-phile. I’m in the market for a Porsche, just not an expensive one. This one had just dropped prices to 2500 USD so I thought we should drop by. It’s the limited Martini Edition ’77 924 model.

It came standard with Fisher Price Stripes

Ugly no? Well, for that kind of cash we could afford some new rims and at the least take those god-forsaken stripes off it. The 70s were cool and everything, just… ugly. I think that can be generalized to the cars as well.

We check it out and talk it over and get it down to 1800 USD. Now, that’s a steal if you ask me. Everything is very nice on the car, all key components working and milage under 70K. It’s 25 years old after all. There’s a tiny door ding, but I think we can get it fixed pretty easily. Everything else was just minor stuff. There’s a little bit of a cracked dash, but I’m buying a cover for it A.S.A.P.. Well, we bought it. I’m the proud owner of a Porsche. You know that Good Charolate song that goes something along the lines of ‘girls like cars and money’? Well, I now have the car and since nobody in the world knows about Porsches it seems, they probably think I have the money to buy it with. I just hope that song is right, could spell luck for me. Step two of the whole Porsche equation is ‘learning to drive’ — that may be of some help. After several hours of intense cleaning of the carpet and leather, the interior is dead sexy minus some slight (okay, somewhat heavy) colour fading going on with the carpet. Red carpet + sun = orange carpet. There’s dye you can buy and that’s also pretty high on my list. It’s sitting in the garage now, dwarfed by my mom’s SUV. She keeps calling it a tinker-toy, but it’s not like a go-cart. Sleep well, fair Porsche.

Right now? I’m delaying doing homework. I have an N.H.D. (a.k.a. national history day) project on the ‘internet revolution’ I should be doing thats due Monday. I haven’t started. Not sure if I will. There’s math homework too and two English projects. I don’t think I’ll do one English and half of math. I cleverly partition my homework to give me good grades with minimal effort. Although, it’s a delicate balance, sometimes it backfires and eh, things get messy.

I’ve been acousticly jamming to Jingle Bells on my guitar. I’m about to try it on my eletric with distortion to max. My 10 watt amp should just love me. I need to buy a better one. I also need to buy one of those fancy Porsche key rings and whip that set of keys out in front of the ladies. “all i want is some super foxin’ ladies to call me big papa” comes to mind.

23 September 2003

I’m now the chief editor for the school yearbook (not a nerdy type, the joiner type) and I have a play that I’m trying out for (still, not the nerdy part) and school overall is a huge, amazing, CRAZY, amount of work. I almost feel like I have to study for tests to get A’s… and that’s just not good, not good at all. Not to mention my guitar practice. In all, I have about 45 minutes free time a day, and most of that is eating food and listening to music or playing UT2003.