i went to six flags with matt, ty, jim, jen, and jarod yesterday. we got the Fastlane thing so we wouldn't have to wait in line and we got to go on Superman twice. it was probably the best roller coaster i've ever been on. mucho funo.

i actually wrote a first draft for my theology report already. i'm probably one of the only kids from my class that actually started the assignment. now i have to catch up on some short english essays. loads of fun. well, i gotta get back to work. there's a track meet later and i have to get some work done before i leave.

well, it's spring break and i'm loaded with homework. went to get my season pass for six flags the other day. mucho fun. had an awesome time with matt and tyler when we went. kool kids. matt's supposed to visit again on monday, so we'll prolly go to six flags again.

wow, i never realized how good Sonic Youth was until just a few minutes ago. i mean, i always thought they were good, but i just realized how good. it just hit me whiling i was listening to their album, Daydream Nation, while doing my theology paper. ya ever notice how these aesthetic light bulbs just click on usually when you're kinda zoning out and not really thinking straight? (here comes andrew's weird babbling about the mind and how it works again..) it's probably because i always knew that sonic youth was amazing, but only on the subconscious level. when i started zoning out while writing my paper, those subconscious thoughts were allowed to travel to my conscious level of reasoning and that's when it hit me. (end of nonsensical babbling) well, i just needed a quick break from work, so i'd better get back before that gate between my subconcsious and conscious closes...

i'm still thinkin about keri and i still can't figure out why i'm still hooked on her. maybe its because i'm a loser. yeah, that sounds about right. i gotta do hw. i'll write some more tomorrow.

wow. major depression. yesterday on the bus steve was tellin me about how he went to the junior prom and the girl he went with was actually pretty hot. and then are started thinking about keri and how i won't see her this summer. i'm such a loser. i still can't "get over" her. i'm so inexperienced when it comes to girls that i still feel like a naive little kid who teases whichever girl he likes. oh well. i can't write right now. it's too early in the morning.

oh yeah. worked on my homework all day, it is now quarter after 9, and i am allll done. too bad i have no life and i'm just sitting here, wasting what little free time i have.

wow: a ton of shit is going on in my life that will affect me to the day i die. speakng of fucked up shit, that weird ass movie Zorba the Greek popped into my head. i should try to watch it again someday. damn, it was weird. with anthony quinn and alan bates. holy crap. what a weird movie, but, strangely, touching in a very cryptive way. well, adios for now. i gotta go to bed. sick as a dog.

Sunday, March 23, 2003

damn, he is so friggin ignorant.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003

what the fuck was mr. binkowski thinking? he gave me a B+! holy shit. i got an A++ on my journals and an A+ on my binder/porfolio. wtf! i definitely participate in class, and i only missed one friggin homework assignment. i definitely need to talk to him. of course, he'll probably point out a bunch of reasons why i deserved the B+, but i don't give a shit.

on a lighter note, my dad's naivety sickens me. what a bigot. he's so thickheaded and stubborn. God i hate him!!

Monday, March 17, 2003

Happy Saint Patrick's Day. just sitting here, getting ready to study some history and watching Seinfeld. tons of fun. i'll try to write some more later. i gotta study for a big test tomorrow..while watching tv, of course.

i finished my little history paragraphs and i'll prolly do some studying before i go to sleep, but before that i need to vent some frustrations. and, as all you faithful readers out there (i can count you with half of one hand) know, my major complaint is that my dad is a major asshole. i know everyone automatically comes to the conclusion that i'm just a normal teenager rebelling against my parents. complete opposite. my dad's rebelling against my growing up and what he sees as my inevitable independence from him. he needs a life. also, i hate to put myself in that category of rebellious teenagers who are just going through a "phase." i think i'm fairly intelligent; i don't need anyone defining me. hell, i'm too damn scared to even try to define myself! but i like to think beyond the stereotype of the messed up relationship between a typical teenager and his parents. i'm sure my line of thinking isn't rare, but i'm fairly certain that other kids that have the same ideas as myself think that they're completely unique and above the average kid. but anyway, those ponderings are for another time.

my main concern at the moment is what i'm going to do about the situation with my father. i'll try to give you the extremely abridged version: if my dad wasn't my dad and he was just a guy living next door to me, i wouldn't like him. so if i wouldn't like the kind of person my dad is if he wasn't my father, why should i be expected to like him if when he is my father? with my so far? i mean, obviously i love him; that's a given. but i don't like him. there's a difference, and i'm sure it's not too hard to see. how can a kid like me get stuck with a guy like him as my father? it's so weird. ya know, maybe i am just a typical teenager and i don't even realize it. sometimes i wish i could see things the way my dad sees them. but how do i know his view isn't distorted and blurry? does he really understand as much as he lets on? wow, some really deep shit. and i managed to keep the cursing to a minimum. fuck yea! oh damn. fuck, there i go again. haha. i'll stop now. (my pitiful attempt to brighten things up.)

i need to find a corner i can go sit in and cry. comments/suggestions/scoldings

Thursday, March 13, 2003

damn, i am one lucky mother. the history test got postponed to tuesday. it was gonna be tomorrow and i was definitely not ready. i woulda been screwed. of course, it doesn't really matter cause i'll just procrastinate and not read anything anyways...

i actually got all my work done for english! i'm a sneaky little devil. but i'm sure mr. binkowski saw through me. i'll explain some other time...too tired.

"adios muchacho" - soup nazi

Friday, March 7, 2003

just another day, just another entry. i haven't been up to much lately; just sittin around and coagulating. (yes, it's possible to coagulate) has anyone else noticed that i haven't written anything good lately? my brain's been slackin off. i can almost hear it snoring.. well back to....doing nothing...

QUOTE OF THE DAY: "I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones." ~ Albert Einstein

wow, i've been reminiscing a lot. it's like i'm goin thru a midlife crisis and i have to live in the past in order to survive. i was thinkin about the "good" old grammar school days and i realized that it was like a fuckin season of Friends. there was that whole camry and cal thing, kinda like rachel and ross. it was probably like that because everyone that watched the show was trying to emulate the characters. maybe there's something to that theory or maybe i'm just watching way too much TV. idk. i was thinking about last summer and those great b-ball games and that whole keri thing. even though it hurt, it was a valuable lesson and that whole fiasco has been permanently branded into my memory. i feel like a fuckin cow's right buttocks. still, i can't wait until this summer. should be great, as long as i stay away from keri. it's weird: i can talk to her normally on aim, but i feel like if i see her in person again i'm just gonna break down and get all depressed again. i'm afraid that i'm gonna lose control and just hook richie, even though it'll feel good.

Thursday, March 6, 2003

i went to see Daredevil last week. i was just a little ticked off. first of all, they didn't have Sticks, Matt Murdock's trainer. what? did he learn martial arts all by himself? don't think so. besides a few other minor mistakes, the movie was actually pretty good. except Electra got beaten by Bullseye waaaaay to easily. oh well; it wasn't a complete waste of my time.

let's see....what else in on the agenda.. i went down the visit my cousins for my birthday. we were supposed to go two weeks ago when it actually was my birthday, but it snowed so we couldn't go. it was still good. i got $130, money that will go to my playstation fund.

dave still hasn't signed my guestbook.

well, there's nothin really to talk about. i'm watchin maury instead of doin my homework. it's an episode about secret crushes and the first one is this amazingly hot Playboy model. my God, she was bangin. nice body, good smile. damn. maybe she'll go out wit me. ha

Thursday, February 20, 2003

i'm worried shitless over this history essay. i need some devine inspiration, or just some kinda help from any superior being. carlos, help me!

i saw About A Boy with Hugh Grant the other day. it was really well done; i liked it a lot. it was really inspiring and it made ya feel all bubbly inside, except for the part about the mother trying to kill herself. plus it had those snide player-like remarks that Grant does so well. you should go see it.

i had a pretty decent birthday. i just got my gift from norman: the Pavement album (finally) and the Insomniac dvd. looks good. can't wait to watch it.

well, i better get back to staring at a blank screen waiting for something to pop into my head. it's all so pointless....

las papitas fritas

every once in a while i find myself thinking about how i think and why i think the things i do. and it's disturbing. the more i analyze myself the more disgusted i become with myself. i'm obsessive compulsive (to a small degree) and i have the lowest amount of self esteem a kid could have. i think about all my annoying little pet peeves (too many to list 'em all) and it sickens me. how are people supposed to like me if i don't even like myself? it makes no sense. one area of my life that has destroyed me socially, and it's something that i'm really, really reluctant to discuss with anyone, is my acne. (it took me like 5 minutes to finally type that.) i'm afraid that once my skin clears up i'll just end up bashing myself all over again over another one of my faults. what the fuck is up with being a teenager. it shouldn't be this fuckin hard. maybe it's not hard; maybe i'm just making it hard. i don't know anymore. sometimes i wish that life was simple like it was in grammar school. nice and stable with a solid distinction between friends and "enemies," but when i was in grammar school i couldn't wait for it to end, i couldn't wait to move on to the bigger and better world of high school where i could expand and meet new people. now i find myself stuck in the middle: wishing to either go back to the stable past of grammar school (the most misnamed of institutions, har har) or jump ahead into the exciting realm of higher learning and responsibility (not to mention hot college babes). it all seems to be going downhill and it's not gonna stop until i hit that brick wall at the bottom, just waiting for me to smack into it, head first. aargh. why is it so hard. i'm so pathetic. i'm done babbling for now.

Wednesday, February 19, 2003

sweet (the names have been changed to protect the innocent...sounds familiar :):

staff: According to a report by an anonymous user, you have constantly harrassed and bothered this user. Please provide us with your password so that we may adjust your settings so that you have restricted access to the services of AOL Instant Messenger. If no valid password is provided, termination of your account will be enforced.

bill: is this a person?
staff: Yes, I work for the Privacy and Complaint Department at AOL.
bill: what if i didn't harass anyone, which i dont think i did...
bill: i will give you my password, but may i ask what kind of restrictions will be set?
staff: I will only change the amount of Instant Messages that can be sent hour.
bill: will the amount be restored after a period of time?
staff: I meant to type ''per hour".
bill: I know who reported me, but it was only because of personal problems that i said what i did. it just happened that i said it online to them instead of in person
bill: they "harassed" me just as much as i did to them... and this isn't fair that just because i didn't report it first that i will be penalized for "harassing" them
staff: We will monitor your use of AOL Instant Messenger. If there is sign of improvement, then your services will be restored to normal settings.
bill: what do you mean by "imporvement"?
staff: That basically means "good behavior" online.
bill: How will you know? Will you be checking my IM's?
staff: Yes and no. I will not be checking up on you but the Department of Service Abuse will be monitoring your Instant Messages.
bill: What will be my limit of messages per hour, exactly?
bill: I want to know because I use AIM a lot.
staff: It will be 5000 letters per hour.
bill: How much is it normally?
staff: There is no limit.
bill: Okay... I dont feel that this is a very fair thing to do. How do you know if they weren't lying about me "harassing" them?
staff: I have already set a limit on the other user's account.
bill: She doesn't use that account
staff: Can you please tell me who you think this user is?
bill: A girl named Tara who used to go to my gym.
bill: her main screen names are X shortie X01, and shortie14tk
staff: Okay, after an investigation, I will monitor this user's Instant Message and Chat logs.
bill: So do I have a limit until then?
staff: But for now, please provide me with your password so that I may modify your services.
staff: Yes. Only until this is all sorted out.
bill: ok... if the first one doesn't work, it's my mistake, okay?
bill: i believe it is ******
bill: but im not sure
staff: This is your password?
bill: I think so
bill: ******
staff: Okay thank you.
bill: Thank you for listening.
staff: may I please have your name?
bill: Nate Kapusta
staff: Okay thank you. I will try to get to the bottom of this.
bill: Thanks

this kid is a fool. my friend screwed him over. good stuff.

Tuesday, February 18, 2003

twas my b-day yesterday. i got lord of the rings: two towers. fun game. my dad wanted me to shovel, but i didn't. i shouldn't have to work on my b-day. i have a ton of homework that i've been putting off. i'm just so damn tired. i have to start goin to bed earlier. i've been watchin leno or letterman every night.....it's too late for me. adios

Friday, February 14, 2003

(greg forced me to write something) yup, just another lonely Valentine's Day. no copulating with a girlfriend, no flowers, no affection: just loneliness. i felt depressed as anything when i read this dumb little article in the paper today about things celebrites are gonna do today. claire danes: "i think a really, really, really long make-out session would probably suffice." i'm available! *sigh..* there's always next year or the year after that.

actually, ya know: screw Valentine's Day. why do i need some commercialized, pop-culture saturated holiday to tell me i'm lacking the love and affection of a relationship. i'm reminded of my lack of love every day. dammit.

Tuesday, February 11, 2003

nothin much happenin. i just have to study for a history test, do a history essay and catch up on all my mini english essays. tons o' fun. i was friggin on fire last night. 229 points in Scrabble. i'm a dork: i apologize.

i got a letter from Brown University the other day because i did well on my psat's and they were trying to sell their summer courses. i thought i was pretty special until i went to school today and i found out even the "stupid" kids got a letter. oh well. i'm actually considering going, if i can get enough financial aid. the prices are outrageous. it's practically $1000 a week for the summer courses. friggin rich profesors smoking their cigars and drinking their white wine at ten o'clock in the morning. jerks.

i'm still tryin to figure out Dreamweaver. i learned some pretty intense <table> setups that i could never figure out before. confusing shit. (yea, i'm stupid...) not much else for me to report. i need a girlfriend. actually, the way my grades are going, i definitely don't need a distraction like a girlfriend.

Thursday, February 6, 2003

hey there. i've been doin ton of dreamweaver tutorials and i still can't get the hang of it. i'm not thrilled with it so far, but i still have a lot to learn.
i'm sick. i've been puking a lot. stupid flu...

hells yea! i finally got my braces off. i'm so damn happy. ima have some corn on the cob tomorrow. hell yeah. nothin much else to report on my dull life. just one thing: i hate j.p. mclauskey. he is the biggest ass ever to walk on this earth. and i killed norman in magic.

i can't believe i forgot something so important. january 29. my God. i can't believe i forgot about it until now. damn me.

hey everybody. nothin much goin on. flash mx is pretty kool, just really complicated. i'm dl'in dreamweaver right now. it should be done by 10:30pm, if i'm lucky. i have some good ideas for a new site layout, but i won't screw with anything yet. well. back to work.

"that kid was always a day late and a dollar short." -- the guy from the Wendy's commercial, obviously writing the rough draft for my eulogy.

i was thinking..and then i stopped

i downloaded flash mx 6.0. it's a god. except i can't upload the files to brinkster cause they're too big and my connection is too slow. i made a decent opening movie and i wanna put it on mah site, but it won't friggin upload. aargg... i'll write some more tomorrow. i'm too frustrated to do anything.

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

nothing interesting happened today. just sittin here doin some homework. and watching the simpsons. later.

Tuesday, January 21, 2003

*trying to think of something to write* i dislike carlos rodriguez. it's not because he's a lot smarter than me; it's just that he's arrogant about it. he walks around with the asanine little smirk that makes you feel like a kid with down syndrome.

i'm also pissed off cause i was talkin to ray about havin a super bowl party or something and he just grunts and later on i find out that joe is having a party and no one bothered to tell me. i'm just wasting my time with my friends. i get the feeling they think i'm annoying. i'm gonna shut up and talk less from now on; just see how things play out.

i have to do a lot of theology hw. hard reading and then an essay. he gave us the assignment over the weekend, but i procrastinated, as usual.

i'm pissed cause i wanted to write something and i forgot what it was. i'm done for today. hw time.

now i remember what i wanted to write. (this is like 3 and a half hours later) mr. hulsy, my history teacher from last year, came for a visit. he's going to brown for his ph.d. or somethin. he's amazingly kool. too bad he doesn't like me. yeah. that's it. woo hoo, party!

i've been downloading a ton of jerky boys prank call stuff. it's so damn funny. the two best are the "furby" one and the "you kicked my dog" one. good stuff. i guess i'm just a sadistic jerk.

i'm just sitting in my room waiting for some divine intervention to inspire me with some great new theological ideas.....maybe even a sequel to the bible. i need to write a good essay to bring up my grade in theo. otherwise its back to the cage for me. *no mommy! i can't go back in the dark! noooooo...!*

current winamp selection: greenday - delirium

wow, this theology is halfway decent. it pisses me off that i've written so little in such a large amount of time, but at least it's turning out well. i just might post it on the site. but i know somebody like joe regina would come here and steal it from me. lol. back to work....

Sunday, January 19, 2003

went to ray's house with a bunch of friends for a little shin dig for his birthday. it was cool except when we went to Charlie Brown's for dinner we had this clumsy gay waiter and he friggin spilled seltzer on me. then the dumbass muttered something about it being my fault cause my drink unbalanced the tray. ..what??

besides that everything was cool. at dinner corbo was bustin out all these dumb jokes that were so amazingly stupid they were hilarious. most of them had to do with babies  (alive and dead). here's one: how do you stop a baby from falling into a manhole? you hit it in the head with a javelin. here's one more (it's a 2 parter): why'd the monkey fall out of the tree? because it was dead. why'd the baby fall out of the tree? it was stapled to the monkey. ..what?? the guy is one of those people who just has an aura of "funniness."

and damn those girls were hot. we walked by their table and walked to the salad bar just to get a few more glances. how pathetic. it was great: greg wrote his screen name on a napkin and threw it on their table and then one of them (hopefully the brunette) IMed him yesterday. good times.

after dinner we went back to ray's house and we played football in the freezing cold. it was great. although i thought i would have to amputate my fingers. like i said: it was great. ..what?? after that we played basketball and everytime you shot you had to name an animal. haha, and joe's unenthusiastic cheerleading: "seventy-two, that's the spot. go ray chan, you're hot hot hot." (something of that nature) ..what??

*silence* ..what??

i'm workin on theology and being the disciplined student i am i turned on the television and there's this decent movie on wb11 called Jack the Bear. the kid actors, especially the star, are amazing. usually little brats can't act, but these kids are the exception. *15 minutes later* oh shit this movie is friggin intense. i didn't catch it from the beginning, but it's set in the late 60's or early 70's (i think) and there's this whole thing about the communist and nazi conspiracy theories. it's amazing. danny devito's in it too and he's a decent actor. steven baldwin was in it for a scene (but i haven't been watching it from the beginning, so i don't know if he's been in it more) and i hate every baldwin brother. they all suck, with steven being the worst. jack, the main character, has the funniest little brother. it's the kid who played in Kindergarten Cop: the one who always said "boys have a penis and girls have a vagina", but he's younger is this movie. *...still watching....* jack's brother is gone! they think that the nazi neighbor kidnapped him. ******* i'm not gonna say anything else about he details in case you watch it some time.

Thursday, January 16, 2003

wow. i'm developing a pretty good fan base. i wonder how long that'll last. anyways, i plan on luring my devoted little fans to a secluded area, tying them up and putting them on a high sugar diet for three days straight in order to brainwash them into my mindless slaves. or not. although it would be rather fun....muhaha...

yeah, jeff still wants me to change the mouse trail. "no" is the quote of the day.

school is going downhill.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

my parents think i'm a nerd. i fuckin hate them...with a passion. damn they piss me off.

on a lighter note: i got a C+ on my history test. don't worry, i'll bring my grade up. i started studying for the next test and it's about 2 and a half weeks away. i'm ready.

i need a girlfriend. but first i need to be less ugly. then i need a girlfriend. then i need a car. and then i need a condom...wait, scratch that (moriello: criss cross! criss cross! lol :); i just need a girlfriend.

Saturday, January 11, 2003

norman gave me an amazing Christmas present. it's this encyclopedia of about 2000 rock bands and artists. i've been reading a lot of it these days. i figure that if i'm gonna write  intelligent, opionated essays on music i should at least try to know what i'm talkin about. i tell you now: i will never accomplish this little "dream" of mine. just too damn lazy with too little discipline.

Tuesday, January 7, 2003

mr. binkowski (an inhumanly intelligent enlgish teacher) got mad at me today. i was dozing off in class cause they were having a discussion about a story called Miss Brill by Flannery O'Connor and it wasn't worth my time. so he called on me about some kinda foreshadowing business and i just blanked and i said "i don't know." his face got so amazingly red i thought he was gonna burst. he just stared at me for a few minutes and i thought i was gonna piss my pants. he's scary cause he was a boxer in the navy and he's an avid pro-wrestling fan (yes, he's an english teacher who like pro-wrestling). we'll see what happens tomorrow.

no one comes here anymore. i need to think of some way to spice the site up. how about some porn? a few lesbo movies and my traffic would go through the roof.

Sunday, January 5, 2003

this be my first entry of this new and wonderful year of 2003. it also happens to be *sniff* the last day of my Christmas vacation. wanna know how i'm spending these last few hours of my valuable time? i did'n't think so. no, really. i'm watching Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. ya know it's really a dark movie? it points out the major flaws in the majority of kids of the time. deep stuff. especially that part where he starts ranting about "there's no way of knooowing, which way we are goooing!" that was freaky. that movie is scary.

yeah. so. i had a lot of hmwrk over the break. didn't do all of it. there's always tomorrow morning before school. :). ok, i'm done here for tonight.

Tuesday, December 31, 2002

well, the new year is almost here, and hopefully it won't bring an apocalypse along with it. i'm goin over norman and jason's for their annual shin dig. yea, so..... i'm so bored and tired i'm about to pass out. i have a crapload of homework to do. it's a good thing i don't go back to school until the 6th.

i got ps2 and a cell phone for Christmas. i got a few other nice things, i'm just too tired to write them down. i don't have any games for ps2 yet, but i rented Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance. it's pretty spiffy. it's a lot like a tabletop rpg, which is awesome. well, i better get back to work, i still have a lot to do.....

Wednesday, December 18, 2002

just got back from Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. it was okay. i have to write an essay tomorrow so i'll post a review in a couple days. just one thing: if you read the books, you might get frustrated with the little discrepancies like i did, but if you didn't read the books, you'd probably really like the battle scenes and some of the humor (yes, humor. most of it was centerd around gimli son of gloin and they cracked a few jokes at gollum/smeagol).  however, i'm not sure if a person who hasn't read the books would completely understand some of the finer nuances of the movie. when you read the books you kind of get a small introduction into the true lore that influenced tolkein and it really helps you enjoy the stories and characters more thoroughly. go read the books. go. now.

also, the movie didn't end with the ending of the book. they cut some of the stuff out in order to add to the movie version of The Return of the King because that was the shortest book. ok then. later.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

i just thought i'd babble for a few minutes. i have to write some stuff for mr. binkowski and i wanna clear my head before i dive into it. *deep yoga breathing* anyways, my current winamp selection is the Sonic Youth album,  Daydream Nation. so far it's not that bad. surprisingly i'm not listening to el scorcho. :)

jay's home for Christmas break. maybe he can read my essay and give me an honest opinion and some constructive criticism. i doubt that'll happen...

yes!!! Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers, tomorrow night, clifton commons at 6:15. got tickets online already. i am so damned psyched. i can't friggin wait. this is gonna be so good!!!!!! partay! moving on...

i was considering shutting down the site because no one comes here anymore and it's waste of my time. but i thought about it and i realized that it's more of a personal journal than anything else and i haven't written anything in my own journal for a few years. so i'm gonna keep the site up and running for me and only me. if anyone's reading this, i would still appreciate it if you read this shit every once in a while, but no worries. i won't be hounding you monkies to visit the site anymore.  :)

just one last thing. i took a personality test at a site that ivan gave me. i'll post the link for the results of their attempt to classify within the next couple weeks. it's a really extensive thing.

i was kinda sad today because mrs. gibson, my spanish teacher, came in early today just to give me a make up spanish quiz that i missed when i was sick last week and she went home right after that because her step father had died earlier. i felt really bad that she dragged herself to school when she was that upset. she was crying and everything. major sadness....

Monday, December 16, 2002

hidey ho there. current winamp selection: Offspring - Self Esteem. i know, i know. it's not that great, i just felt like listening to it; it's a classic. (or not)

ok then. there's nothin really goin on right now. that's a huge surprise *tone is saturated with sarcasm* i'm almost sick of el scorcho. i just have to listen to it a few dozen more times. it's rather catchy...

Saturday, December 14, 2002

current winamp selection: just a mix. radiohead, some weezer, alanis, aquabats, sonic youth, etc. current song: weezer - el scorcho (never realized how catchy it really is! haha) damn you greg: sonic youth is awesome! IMs me just to insult my choice of music...*mutters and grumbles to himself for a bit*

i swear, i'm addicted to soulseek. it's so damn fun to use; they have chat rooms built into it. if you wanna dl music and other shit very happily and easily you should use it. www.slsk.org. go there and dl the program. takes like 2 minutes. it's worth it. get it Jen!! (haha).

well, nothin much to talk about. i was just listening to some music and doing a little homework. loads of fun. i have a feeling that no one ever comes here anymore. to check, i'm gonna try and put a counter on every page. that's right: every page. i'll be watching your every click. muhaha (stolen from jay, what else is knew). just one problem: i'm a lazy bastard and i'll never put a counter on the site. oh well. i'm just babbling incoherently now. babble babble babble. that's a spiffy word. babble. ha. *onlookers scratch their heads* ok then... on to history hmwrk. i'll write something later if anything interesting happens to me. most likely i won't be writing anything.

later in the day: andrew has driven himself insane from overplaying "el scorcho"

i've been writing in here a lot lately; almost as if there's something on my mind...hmmmm...

anyway, as you know, i stayed home yesterday because i was "sick." and now today i couldn't go to school because i really was sick. i was puking my guts out last night and this morning. must be some kinda psychological thing where i kept thinking that i was sick and my body actually thought that i was. i don't know. just another mystery of the subconscious.

yeah, anyways...there's nothin much goin on. just chattin to beth. she's off from school today. "some teacher meeting thingy." lalalala. your comment here: _______________ i'm being engulfed with boredom. it's friday and there's nothing to do. i'll just keep typing until i fall aslee.....zzzzzzzzzzzz

ok then. there's nothin to really say except that i'm dl'in some music. "go speed racer! go speed racer! go speed racer! go!" haha...good shit. i dl'ed a crap load of radiohead the other day and some spoon too. i'd like to thank norman for his music reviews (it was "rock week" so i actually read them) and jason for that crazy list of decent readiohead songs. adios.

i'm a certified dumbass. i faked being sick so i could stay home and study for a history test i have tomorrow and i did nothing. that's right: nothing. as soon as i'm done with this i'm gonna go study my ass off so i can actually get an A+ on this test. or not. we'll see. i've been goin easy in that class. i only have a low A+. that's shit. jk.

norman got hit by a car and i didn't even know about it. that's just sad. he's ok, i case any of you were wondering. he actually spent some of his time to make a xanga site. it's not bad. he has some decent music reviews. go check it out: nontoxicglue.

READ NO FURTHER IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY CURSING OR ANGRY TEENAGERS!!

FUCK!! i just got an instant message from nikki and she wanted me to go to the show at tbe Bloomfield Ave Cafe but i can't! FUCK!!!!! too much hmwrk. i coulda been doin it instead of writing this shit and i could've gone with her. she's probably mad at me, but it's not my fault. FUCK!!! i am sooo damn pissed. i feel like hitting somebody. *hey dad, come over here for a second!* *punches his father in the face* *feels better*

i just have two things that i want to write about:

first off, i challenge martin sheen and the rest of his tree hugging friends to go stand in the middle of a street in pakistan holding up their peace signs and proclaiming that they are Americans. i will buy any person from that group that returns home alive and remains unharmed by the people of pakistan a big 'n tasty.

secondly, i take back what i said about not obsessing over my writing anymore. mr. binkowski (english prof.) discarded my essay like the movie critics panned Snow Dogs. it was that bad, and i knew it was too. the same old problem: i can't organize my thoughts to conform to the mold of a formal, expository prose. it's just some weird problem that i have and it's freakin me out. i can't seem to figure it out. i need help!!!!!!! and mr. tully thought i was smart...HA! i laugh at his foolishness!

oh yeah, i just want to say one last things: i love radiohead. i think they might be the band that i've been longing for. (see entry below)

and now i shall try my hand at some poetry, an art in which i've never been schooled:

no more yelling
no more screaming
perfect silence
of which i'm dreaming
deathly silence
deathly quiet
indulge myself
in a deadly diet
of arsenic
of turpentine
now the silence
is all mine.

...and no, i'm not contemplating suicide. just some said words for some sad thoughts.

it's a little past 12:00am on tuesday morning. i couldn't sleep so i snuck downstairs to just write some stuff on my site and babble for a little while. i was writing a minny essay for theology earlier and it got me thinking about writing styles and about jay's insane talent for articulating his thoughts and i finally realized what my problem with writing a nice prose or essay is, and it's quite simple. i just can't seem to put my thoughts, which seem to randomly float in and out of brain by the billions, into a nice, coherent structure that flows from one complete thought to the next. sometimes i think that i try too hard. instead of just letting my thoughts flow freely onto paper (or microsoft word) i seem to be squeezing them out of my brain before i have time to process them. maybe i just think to much. i should probably just let my "instincts" take over and wait for the stuff to come to me, but i don't. i should, but i don't. and after all this thinking i finally admitted something to myself: i'm jealous of jason. there, i said it. i envy his innate ability to write so well. maybe now i can stop obsessing about my writing.

lately i've been thirsting for some good music to listen to. i need something with a well formed poetic foundation that will tickle the little english teacher inside of me. i need something with meaning and feeling that i can really relate to and understand. eminem! not. if i knew exactly what i was looking for i wouldn't be writing this, so maybe one of the few lost souls who actually faithfully read this crap can point me in the direction of a really good band with some really meaningful lyrics and some sweet guitar chords to go along with the vocals. will such a band ever be found? i'm sure there's a shit load of 'em out there, right under my nose. maybe i've heard some of this great music that i long for, but because i'm an ignorant phillistine, i just looked right past it. if i never find this fabled band i can always just learn how to play the guitar really well and then write my own songs, but we all know i'm too lazy.

let's see...is there anything i neglected to write about? oh yeah, i still don't know where i stand with the iraq thing, my grades are going down for some (un)known reason and one of my close friends is in a mental institution. welcome to the dark comedy that is my life.

let me know what you think of the crap i just wrote. should i keep writing about things that are meaningful to my progession through life or should i just go back to typing in meaningless words. aflkaj;sldkj a;ldkjfkj;lkpoeireqoipoaz. pretty deep, huh? e-mail me.

it just sank in: it's over. we'll miss your site jay. twas beeeutiful. read jay's past rantings at jeng's junkyard. you definitely should cause my site is practically a faded and "less perfect" carbon copy of his site. i say less perfect because there is no way in hell (or purgatory) that this site would ever be as good as jay's and, instead of wasting your money on afghanistan, you should all send jay a dollar (or five). keep rowkin (haha) hard jay!

here i was, thinking that avril lavigne was just another preppy pop star and then she slaps me in the face with "i'm with you." ok, ok. it's not that good, but it's mighty catchy. of course, she's still a preppy, canadian bitch who thinks she's the punk version of britney spears, but oh well.

one of the best things ever written in human history: "there are no words to express the limitless depth of pity i feel for the ignorance before me, astonishing in its stark frankness, predictable as the sunrise, ever-expanding as the universe itself, and fortunately--oh! so fortunately!--neither genetic nor contagious." -- from the comic Zits written by jerry scott and jim borman.

hells yea. i have off from school today. the other day i was reading an article that jay wrote that critiqued the latest albums from Jets to Brazil and Audioslave. i realized that i should start listening to a greater variety of music and that i should criticize it (which means to analyze, judge and discuss intelligently; it does not mean to find fault within something) through an analytical and asthetic approach. through these avenues of criticism maybe i can make a decisive judgement and take into account the cultural/historical and biographical significance of the piece. nah, screw that. i'll just listen to the same meaningless punk rock songs for the rest of my life.

well, my Thanksgiving break could've been a little better. for one thing, jay made fun of my site. that hurt. at least i actually finished all my homework and had some time to just chill and relax. my parents are fighting again. it was only a matter of time. sometimes they just piss me off so much. but, nobody wants to hear about it, so i'll stop writing now.

"how can i soar with eagles when i work with turkeys?" -- courtesy of the muppets

jay and lisa are coming home for Thanksgiving; it'll be good to see 'em. there's nothin exciting goin on in my life at the moment. I almost had a good paying job--$7.50 an hour a KB Toys in Livingston Mall--but they didn't want to hire anyone under the age of 16. oh well.

also, before i commence my extended Thanksgiving weekend, i would like to announce that Brand New is an amazingly good band and that you should all worship them. Happy Thanksgiving........mmmmmm......turkey......*drools*...

lautenburg should kill himself.

shannon is my favorite person in the world. ya happy now shannon?!

what are those russians thinking?! why don't they just gas themselves. oh...wait....they already did. idiots!

today, on my way home from my bus stop, my friend Keith said that i "haven't been acting myself lately." what does that mean, exactly? what is "my self"? does he mean that i haven't been the same jovial, bubbly person that i've been for the past 14 years or so? maybe i'm just acting as depressed as i feel...  *...sigh...*

there's not much to write about; my life's been pretty uneventful. jay visited on the weekend. it was good to see him. i'm sure he's not having any trouble in college, being a genius and everything.  :)  i wonder if he realizes i admire him so much... he's soo insanely kool.

anyway, on to other things.... oh, wait...there are no other things to talk about. except that i raped the psats! yeah, that's right, i ripped out it's eyeballs and raped it's skull! nvm, that's just nasty, lol. does anyone ever visit my site anymore?? i wonder if i keeping this thing on the net for no reason...

life is rough. too rough. God should've seen how rough life was going to be for the average teenager before he created man. he also should've gotten rid of the need for sleep so i wouldn've be so damn tired. ya know, i should be God. look at all these great ideas i have. there should be an election for God. vote for andrew!

i have had no time whatsoever to update the site cause of school work, and i don't think that things will change any time soon. has anyone actually signed my guestbook lately? you monkeys have got to start tellin your friends about my site dammit!

anyways... mr. binkowski's AP English class is extremely awesome, but he gives a crapload of work. between that and AP History... i don't think that i'll survive...

ya know, i never realized how many people dislike me. i never thought that i was so annoying. maybe i should just not talk to anyone anymore... screw you all... (i'd used harsher words, but i think there's a policy against it at freeservers, so you lucked out)

screw American Idol!!! i despise every teeny bopper who watched that show and voted for someone. you should all get your heads out of your asses and realize what is really important in this world. who gives a shit about some stranger who just happens to be on my TV screen during prime time. it's not important!! it's things like this that give America a bad name. i really got pissed off when i was watching Fox Five News (aka totally pointless shitty network news) at 10:00 PM and the bitch that does entertainment news comes on and she's talkin about the results of American Idol and she says somethin to the effect of: "America now has it's first real idol!" damn network news!! damn American pop culture!! *this outburst has been brought to you by your stupidity* if i offended anyone: too damn bad! i'm gonna go cool off and figure out how i can kill everyone! just kidding... but really America; get it together.

song i'm currently listenin to on winamp: get up kids -- mass pike (just thought you'd like to know...)

this would've been a friggin kickass week if it wasn't for all this damn homework!!! aaaargggh! *pulls handful of hair out of head* but, as i said, it would've been a kickass week, so there were some good things. for example, i played basketball 36 hours a day over the weekend and i got to hone my Magic: the Gathering® skill and i kicked sean and matt's asses! i can't wait until they come back next weekend. oh yeah, i forgot to tell ya. i'm writing this while i'm in pennsylvania so you won't be able to read until monday, august 26. i figured i might as well write some crap in here during my spare time (spare time = 0.0001 seconds) so that i don't forget it. i've been thinkin: i shouldn't bother goin to school this year cause i did enough this summer to last me a lifetime. oh, i don't think i ever to you peepz what kinda work i had to do! here's the list:

AP English --

did ya notice how i write this crap on thursday a lot? prolly cause "Thursday" is an amazing band..hahaha

i wanted this journal to be a bit more serious, so last night i was thinkin a bit. i was lookin forward to expressin my opinions and junk for all the world to see, but for some reason i just can't bring myself to do it. i'm kinda afraid that i'll make a fool of myself, which i've down on countless past occasions. i realized that i talk freely with my friends because i couldn't care less if i embarrassed myself in front of them. usually after i have a small discussion with one of my friends, like ivan or norman, i'll think about how the things i discussed would be sweet to put on my site.

ah, forget it. look, this just proves my point (however idiotic..) that i rant on and on like a moron when i'm trying to convey my feelings and thoughts... *sigh* sometimes i find myself envying jason's ability to articulate himself so well....

1.) damn my site looks insane! i thought that the black bg looks better and the text is nice and tiny (lol, jen)

2.) Amelie was an amazingly funny movie, although i did miss the ending which pissed me off a great deal. but the movie was still one of the funniest, most original, most inventive movies i've ever seen. and i watched it using dvd power (norman, jk). but i missed the ending because i was playing magic the gathering and my only consolation is that i kicked norman's ass.  :)

well, i hope everyone likes the (again) new look and hopefully i won't have to change it for awhile. i won't have much time to update it anyways, thanks to all this homework i have over the summer. oh yeah, i haven't gotten many e-mails lately and i'm slightly upset. if you don't e-mial me i'll....well, at the moment i can't do anything to you, but i'm an evil genius and i'll think of something. so e-mail me!

keri: that name creates so much emotion within my being. who ever thought i would be so lucky. *sigh...*

go lance armstrong! way to kick some frog leg-eatin' arse.

just started working on the new look for the site. i'm determined to get it down over the next couple of days. i hope everyone's satisified with the new look. it looks a bit more "professional" compared to the old format i had. it was mostly made possible by htmlgoodies.com, from which i learned about HTML and stylesheets. don't have time to write much; i just want to get some content on this page so that i can save it and move on to the other pages. adios.