i spent the night at roger's house last night, it was all right for a free-for-all mini-all nighter, but not the craziest of nights i've experience. it was pretty cool, considering the participants of this main event included roger, me and brian. i think the main highlight was yelling at linda's window and fulfilling our annual (actually not so annual) chips and mangosteen bottled beverages on the opposite curb of her house. she actually came out, and put me on the phone with you.fucking.know. i wasn't so hyped about it, because we just talked about stupid shit. i still want to meet her in person. i'm confused, but i could care less. care less about this whole situation. fuck this, i really don't care anymore. i'm becoming a monk.......

skateboarding with your friends is the gayest thing ever.

well, yesterday i didn't blog, but the only highlight i had for the day was me staring at the nice looking girl through the reflection in my calculator. well kiddies, now you know what your scientific calculators are really good for. just place it right next to your eye, look into the reflection....... and thank me for all the awkwardness you'll avoid by not directly staring at someone.

i saw someone getting pile-drived today. straight on to the top of his head. i really didn't think it was cool, but sad that all my wwf influenced peers thought it was cool. brainwashed assfucks. though the guy who got pile-drived could be an sometimes, or an ass anytime he was twisting your nipple until you whistled, but he could have recieved permanent damage to his spine. i wouldn't think much of it, but you could see he was in serious pain. and he's one of the most hardcore skaters i know. you know something is bad in that picture, and in the picture depicting people commenting on a possibly quadripelegic (speaking of which, mc hawking sucks. steven hawking, the real man, will always be the better ONE.) kid as "dope," or raving about "shit, i need to see that shit more often." you can easily translate that as, "oh, i'm such a big fag. i find pro-wrestling entertaining, and i enjoy kurt engle's chest." fucking idiots. man, NONE OF YOU understand the severity of this shit you fucktards. he was taken away in an ambulance. you don't call an ambulance for stupid shit like your hangnails or one case of whiplash. to nick bond: i hope you are well. i hope you get back to your gonge' rockin' soon. god bless.

we ran about 7 miles today in club endurance, i miss running. when winmill saw my skateboard, he automatically assumed i was smoking pot. just like all the other people who have noticed my board. HAHAHAH. i don't do that. stay drug free kids! like those little fucks would take advice to a blog rather than high-priced ads of aeorta queezing. that shit rocks.

i write for the love. yeah right.

i have to read all of my book pages TODAY. fuck. i'm not getting screwed over this six weeks by a couple of F's.

it occured to me yesterday that a lot of freshman girls in my class of 04' are breesi-breezy-substanceless-unlikeables. not that they did to me directly, but through a conversation i had with a sophomore about her observations in comparison to the people in her class. it kind of makes me ashamed, because i know it is the truth. but as i write this post, the less i begin to give a fuck. i just hope you know who isn't like them. THERE ARE freshman girls who i do think aren't like the rest of them, and that's why i don't spit on them. you know who you are. you are if you're reading this blog....... to whoever said they liked my shit...... you are the nice ones.

i'm beginning to dislike cramming. i used to be the master of this shit, but i don't know. compulsive sleeping and procrastination DO NOT go hand in hand.

love me.

Cynical Mindset: yeah.
indRHSain04: stop sayin yeah u pittiful soul
indRHSain04: y dont u just ask the girl out 4 god sakes

shit like this discourages me. heheheheh..... ben you're funny. pittiful.

club endurance was cool. it's good to be running, though the weight training has exposed my muscle capacity to everyone. i have no muscles.

i tried reading again, but fell asleep like my previous attempt. i was awaken by a phone call, which was passed to me by my mother, and i barely remember what is was about. sleeping is much easier than doing homework --- i wish there was a way to connect the two and recieve good results. bleech.

i just tried some of my book pages for my outside reading assignment, with the overly enthusiastic intent of reading 200 of my 500 pages. unfortunately, i dozzed off for an hour and a half. i found i had just read to page seven. oh boy . . . . . shit.

it occured to me that today is the twelveth of november. my outside reading book shit is due on the 17th. since i'm in that fucking honors class, i have to read 500 pages. when you do the math, and factor in all of that shit, it can be calculated that i am THOROUGHLY SCREWED. i have to read at least a hundred pages a day to get on track. but i'm not worrying. i have a knack for procrastination, and ultimately succeeding in the end with a nice A+. that is my way.

my dad just told me that he thinks i have certain characteristics that are not normal to the human species.

w i n d o w . t o . m y . m i n d . . . . . . . . . .

my mom noticed today in church that when i wasn't sleeping to the priest yapping on during his liturgy or asking people of the church to "bless the lord," i was chuckling to myself. laughing. our priest, father gary, kept on looking my way when i started to crack, even though i was trying to muffle my "heheheheh"'s through my shirt and coat. i mean, he asked us to "bless the lord." if i've understood the concept of diety worship correctly, GOD does not need our insignificant and pittering blessings. though i might have misunderstood everything all together in all of this roman catholic (yeah, we still honor rome, despite all the attrocities they have commited. i have no respect for people like them, no matter how great their "ancient civilization" was or how powerful there fucking empire got. suck it romulus.) bullshit, due to my constant sleeping in church and disregard for all the stuff they taught me in religious ed. i hope i don't go to hell for this. pray for me.

last night i thought i saw someone. "her." you know who. anyway, right after church mom decided she needed some napkins, seeing how greasier and greasier i get after meals (there are both benefits and and bad consequences to eating spagetti with your hands.). so when we got to the store she went to whereeverthefuck napkins are located, and i branched off to the electronics section. i was just looking around when i saw her, the sweet face that has devoured my attention for the last weeks. but being the shy jackack i am, i quickly turned the other way so she wouldn't think i was staring. man, her face is such an eyeful. i tried to play it off by looking at the video games, and then walked out of the electronics department. oh love spirits, have mercy on this loser's soul.

math fucking sucks. i fucking sleep during class, unwillingly, so i never get the material. and when i am awake, i'm distracted with life's natural effects of inspiration on me to draw. and so i draw. fuck. maybe i should just read the beginning of the section, where the lesson is. that should help.

i just noticed that blogging to one person who knows about this site is like talking to myself, with the other person just listening to me spit about shit to myself.

fuck, i want to talk to someone besides myself. preferrably a girl. hold me. peace.

this is the new vague definitives until i figure out some shit, and until geocities stops being a fag. for those of you who wanted me to put up the lens and whateverelse... i'll be working on that shit. but you have to factor in my other priorities. school. homework. club endurance. real shit. i need to bring up my chemistry, algebra, and language arts grades. i've also been slacking off in video production. shit, i haven't been doing homework for a long time. i've either been on the internet or sleeping. that'll all change. i'm getting my shit back together.

i'm doing club endurance to keep in shape over the winter for track, or whateverthefuck i choose to do by then. running is cool. so i'll probably be joining track. but i'll miss the long distances and crazy shit we did in cross country. i loved that shit. you could not even begin to understand. so i won't try to explain it to you.

i was tired of the old site, all tht blue shit made me sick. i want to incorporate a centaur theme into my next design, but for now this basic orange does me fine. does me well. does me nice. i didn't want to make any images for this version because i felt {insert an intellectual synonym for lazy}. plus i haven't recieved my burnt jizz copy of photoshop, and i don't want to dig through all that warez bullshit. britney spears boobs! advertisements are fucking stupid. also... they don't load fast and you never get to see any skin because the whore is covered with new-frame-banners. fucking trip.

that souls concert was fab, except i'm thoroughly tired of weed. i got sick from all that second-hand inhaling i did. by the time the final hiero act was on, i couldn't even pretend to enjoy the show. i should have puked on the stage, just to show phesto dee how nasty i felt with all that gonge' rockin.' fuck. also, i wasn't at all enjoying that nasty bitch who was crack shimmying during the x-ecutioners performance. next time, i'm slapping bitches. still, being in the front was cool, and the deltron3030 vinyl that buck guy from dose dropped on me was cool. i haven't fully appreatiated it though, since the needle on my record player is fucked.

well, my time has run out. i need to do some homework so father doesn't restrict me from the computer for the next six weeks. he seriously would do that. "father, no!" i think it would do me good to be restricted from any computer access. i could never do it on my own. that's why i need it. and that's why i need to be loved by a girl. and that's why i'm not strong in the head. hold me.....

peace kiddies. hook me up with "you know who's" communication joints. i'll give you all the benfits of my friendship if you ever do. peace.