Five Zero

The fiftieth post... (Drum roll please!)

I don't even know why I am up at 1:03 in the morning... on a Sunday, well actually Monday morning... Finals are this week, you all must think I'm crazy. Well, I'm not (but I can't prove it :P) So basically I stayed up so late tonight recording another song. At first I told myself that I wouldn't stay up late tonight because Finals are coming up, but, uh, as you can see here, that plan did take too well. I started playing to take a break from studying (which wasn't that successful anyways...) Yeah so my new song's called Suckers for Mayhem, which is my temporary band name if you caught that from previous blogs... I had the song's lyrics made up for a while, just never used them yet. It's about some of my friends, who by the way RoCk, but they seem to destroy everything in sight when you invite them over. It's too many people all at one time and the basement ends up having to be cleaned for like an hour at the end... even if you don't clean it when it needs to be (I sure don't, trust me), But it's a fun song, hopefully silly, but who knows, maybe some really lame parents will take it seriously :P!

I'm Sick of It All!

Not another bad night... that's all I don't need right now. This Friday night was going to be the best, and it turned out all sour. I wanted to do so many things that just didn't work out. I ended up recording a movie with John and Carolyn for John's project, which was actually pretty darn sweet to say the least. Although, tensions were high as they usually are when creating movies under pressure and stuff...
So yeah... but I wanted to hang out with this one friend, that didn't work out so I then wanted to go out to eat, right... so I called another friend to see what the "group" (although I hate to classify) was doing, and they were going to Mongolian Barbaque. That's what they said originally. I hate that place, only been their once, but the food's just not for me. So I said I didn't want to go and ate a crappy ass microwaved dinner with my dad for 5 minutes before he and my mom went out to see the Central basketball game. That's why the first friend didn't wanna hang out, which was acceptable I guess.
So I was kind of committed to John's movie, so I did that from like eight to ten. Problem was the "group" was supposed to call me after they ate at Mongolian... they never did. It seems to always happen, naturally it just does anyways, so I accept it, but it honesty happens a definite majority of the time. It's like they think I don't want to hang out with them or something, but that's not true at all. I call them when I do want to, which gets less and less as the weeks pass because they simply never tell me what they're doing. Again, it naturally happens, people just hang out and forget to call people. But if I'm a good friend of their's, don't you think I'd be called occasionally, without asking that is? Say goodbye to that statement. I guess there are particulars I'm thinking of, but whatever... It's just pissing me off right now. I feel like a FREAKING drama queen, for lack of a better term. But, I can't help it, everything is just falling apart for me all at once. It feels good to let it out like this. And I know only a few scarce eyes will be reading this. Anyways, after John's thing ended at around ten I called the "group" and asked them what they were doing, again. They/she apologized, which was cool, shit happens, so I went to whatever house they were at to come to see a more then halfway finished movie... It helped, it was a funny, care-free, stereotypical-college experience type movie...
At the end of the night when I was leaving I asked how Mongolian was, and to my surprise someone told me, "Oh, we went to Red Robbin." My head ExpLOdeD! I said something like, "Well, I totally would have gone if I knew you guys went to Red Robbin." Red Robbin's the shit. We, aka me and the "group," used to go there all the time in the summer. It's amazing... I felt left out, obviously they could have called me, I told them I didn't like Mongolian so I wasn't going... Was it something else, or did they just forget? Like almost always? And on top of that they didn't call me for the movie, granted some people can't have too many kids over at their house at the same time, but I was allowed to come later... So, what's that all about.?
I know, I know, I'm a complaining little bitch (pardon my French, but it was needed here...)! But, you know, this really gets me sometimes... Especially now, I'm falling apart. How about I make a list... except some of them are uber private, so nobody gets to see... hopefully I make a happy last blog. But is life really like the movies? Does it end out all cool in the end?

Almost Break!

It's almost here... I can feel it in the air. No, not Christmas, but A BREAK FROM SCHOOL!!! Xmas pretty much rocks my stockings off (get it, socks, stockings...), but the really amazing thing is not having school for two weeks. Guitar, Freedom, Amazingness, Laziness, Crazyness, here I come! So I guess that includes rocking out on the guitar, hanging with the homies, just chillin' around the house and going crazy insane in the membrane becuase I don't have any school! Whoo-ho!

Staying Up Late

Recently I have been staying up pretty late these last few weeks. I have gotten into bed at around midnight almost every night. Somedays (like last Sunday) I've stayed up until 2:15 in the morning.That's probably not the smartest thing either with finals coming up quick. I dunno, I just have because of the fact I wanted to play guitar and stuff everyday. With school and work everyday that is actually pretty hard to fit in... So if I've been grumpy, lo siento?

Confusterated

Okay, now's the perfect time to tell you about my word I made up back in the day. I think I started using it back in 7th grade or so... I never say it much, but I always think it when it's true for me, which is a lot of the time.

It's actually pretty simple it means both confused and frustrated at the same time, usually it's when one is confused and frusterated for the same reason, event or thing. I usually feel frustrated when I am confused and visa versa so it works out pretty well. I dunno, try it out if you wanna... I would say most people just think it's pretty wierd, but that's through my experiences. Maybe you're the one who will shoot it up into the spiral of popularity. Because I'm so popular that I could spit on the ground and people would admire it for days... Hahaha, screw popularity! Shhh, keep it on the down low, I'm confusterated as anything right now, so I'm gonna go get some shut eye, and you just keep practicing on when to use my amazing word!

Pissed...

For lack of a better word, if you couldn't already tell, I'm uber pissed tonight. I never really straight out know why, there's obviously some reason, I just don't confront it. Yeah so anyways, I feel like jumping out of the window, in my computer room here, on to the roof (which is possible with my house) and then somehow magically getting on top of the 2nd floor roof (that part's not wholely possible, unless one is definitely sure they want to put their last breath at stake)... and then screaming my lungs out. Most likely I would love to use some vulgar profanity, I think it serves me best... Or maybe something so simple, yet, something that makes completely and utterly no sense at all, and confuse myself to sleep. Then when I wake up on the roof all cold and stuff, I'll be righteous as ever...

U of I on Friday

I get to know from the University of Illinois on Friday after 5PM if I get in or not. That's cool, I guess... I dunno, I'll probably just wait for the mail. It's easier that way, it comes to you. Do I really need to know a whole like two days before? Not really... It's my number one, but I'm not too hyped up about it for some reason. If I get it, I get in. If I don't, then I'll have to think a lot harder with my other acceptances... Whatever, I have a feeling I'll get in, but there's definitely a chance I won't. [*Knocks on wood*]

CD-RWs

Stupid CD-RWs. CD Re-Writable, don't they mean CD Re-WhatPieceOfCrap-ables? Why do they have to suck so much? It's probably just my computer but it's giving me a bad headache. If only my computer worked. I guess I could get a new one if I really wanted to, but I think I'm too lazy to do that. There's only one more year until college anyways, so what's the point? And I ask you, like you're supposed to know.

Go Bears!

Yeah, Bear Down, Chicago Bears... da dada da dada da dah! ...

I can't wait until they make it to the Super Bowl. It should be amazing. Their defensive is explosive. Rex on the other hand, well it's controversial, I still like him no matter what anyone says. Okay, he messes up and is inconsitant, but that' where our D comes in. I love Hester, I think it's David Hester but I'm not too sure. He's the best. He's a rookie and he basically replaced Azumah, one of my favorites. Hester returns the ball for a TD all the time! He rocks. He returns kickoffs, punts, and catches missed field goals, and gets a bunch of interceptions. And above all he's a rookie so he can shove it in the whole NFL's face. Uh huh!

Without Even Saying It

I can't even believe this. I wrote a post here on this day, Dec 11th, and I'm editing it on Dec 14th. I could have sworn I wrote something here, about something that I was explaining, but didn't even have to tell without even saying it. Well, aparently it was blank when I last checked my blog today, weird... There must be an Internet ghost out to catch me and my evil ways. What evil you ask? You're asking the wrong person, for I believe not in evil, although I do think it's pretty darn cool.

Right Now Sucks

Apparently, this one got deleted somehow too... (See above blog)... It's so weird, because the title stayed but the text was just cleared. Oh well, as the saying goes, shit happens... So anyways I think this blog just was a bunch of complaining about how "right now sucks" because I was overwhelmed or pissed for some reason but didn't want to say exactly why or how because it's over the Interent so I didn't want to get too personal... yeah... uh huh! It's actually pretty crazy, I'm so close to 50 blogs that I can just feel it in my bones. What would really suck is if somehow all the archives were wiped out. [Knocks on wood to counter it]. Yeah, that would blow, major. Good thing it won't happen! :)

Guess Who's Done...

Guess who's done with their rough draft! Guess... Duh, me! I'm pretty excited about being done with that African essay rough draft... All I have to do is get a few more net sources, get info on this one reference book, and create my works cited and works consulted. It makes me happy inside. Bad news is, I have to do this whole 'nother project I don't even know about yet. For my final, I think? We're watching this one movie though, I don't remember what it's called, but it's pretty damn good already and we've only watched one period of it. I feel so sorry for the kid, he's seems so unlucky. But karma baby, he'll be uplifted eventually, I hope... Don't most movies end happily?

More Snow Stories!

Today, at lunch, at school, in the cold, uh, well, we, umm, WENT SLEDDING!!! It was awesome... senior off campus has never been so good. We had plenty of time, even though it was a late arrival day. Oh boy, I sure felt sorry for the tiny amount of parents that were up at Rotary with us, caring for their like, three year-olds, because we probably scared the heck out of them. "Is that what my kid's gonna turn out when they go to high school?" Hahaha... more like: Whahaha! No, but I actually cared about those kids, and what they thought of us, they were probably scared... I was uber terrified of high schoolers until I was like in 8th grade! I actually bled for this one little kid, we were all going as a train down the hill together and a small child was in the way. He looked pretty scared and I was unsure if he would move, so I pretty much slowed down the whole train a ton by sliding around and swinging to the back. Then I ditched the sled and dug in my knees. Eventually I resorted to my elbows and he got out of the way okay... That snow was pretty much not snow though, it was mostly ice. So later I check out my injuries and was actually excited to learn that I had some cuts on my elbow. It kinda made me proud, in a Matt Swieboda kind of way... the only way that satisfies of course!