Have I always had this journal?^^;
Although I haven't touched this since the third of July.. I'm at loss as to what to type. I know that there have been things worthy of mention to enter here, and I also know that my cat just stretched funny underneath my desk and the box fan in the window has come un-plugged. Heat rises. I plug the fan back in. Much better. Apparently people were concerned enough with my lack of updates that I received personal mail asking about my health. Err... I'm sorry, I lied... the fan isn't plugged in yet... here.. >.>; I'm posting this without a picture as of this moment, but I will assume that one will be connected with the entry at some point and that my hair will be longer than it was.. But I think it's being cut off again next week... current news... is lame... for now, at the beginning when I realize that I've skipped all of the events that I won't remember the lot of having led up this moment. I'll give you brief summaries and leave some things out, but that's ok, it doesn't affect you or me in the slightest bit.
The last time I saw Mosch we had gone to Roseland, but before that, we attended that car dealy downtown in Geneva that we had gone to previously. I think some of us had seen T3 with Nick that very same day over a year ago, but this time it was just Patrick, and myself, and cars, and Pete, and Mitch, and kids on bikes, and Something Fast, and food. Pete was working in a hot dog stand with his family. We asked him about Jenn and what happened after the Walk for Life.. he'll tell us later. We encountered Pat.. Angelo.. A lot because he likes to just pop in, insult others and get people we don't know hating on us because things he said. But other members of their band were also there and they kept his ass in line.. I.. I think.. Mosch and I got pizza.. Mitch saw the pizza, and in classic fat kid fashion chased me around for a piece, and then took my drink as bribe. The boy on the bike asked for some, and I told him I had gonorrhea so he would stay away. I'm not sure he knew what it was but I must have said it severely enough for damage. I saw Dana's hat, Haley said; "Nice plaid" and I chuckled. Who knew I was wearing shorts before then? Surely not I.
The two of us went to Roseland and a life guard was attractive; it just so happened to be the ride all the small children wanted to go on with us and it was a spanking good time. We started a sport with the children of throwing large rocks at seagulls and we touched Geese. It was cool. But I was severely deprived of sleep due to working and the people next to us at the lake bought KFC so they could have a picnic. *Giggle* I wanted KFC... ; ;
I've forgotten a ton.. Or a very small amount of other events but I cannot forget that my father and I went to New York City just days before Gutch ventured there. We were perpetually lost, or rather, he was and I tried not to think about it too hard. I like it though, we saw two kick ass Yankees games up in the nose-bleed section and walked around Times Square. Their pizza is over-rated and their street kabob vendors are good. I saw Donnie Darko with my father in a 6 floor theater with elevators and mad escalators and though I'm not sure he loved it, he thought it was odd enough. The subway people, as well as those driving and conducting traffic to and from buses really suck with directions.. Really sucked. A bus driver dropped us off ~6 miles away from the intended stop.. And when asked, thought that we had "passed it." Frightening, but through the help of locals and a diner with a bathroom (w00t) we got back to the hotel safely. My father thought it smelled like piss, I thought it smelled like nothing, but we watched Adult Swim so it didn't matter. Maybe we'll know our way around much better.. In fact.. I'm sure we will next we go, if he warrants another trip. Something about me seems to make people think I am unhappy or not having any fun when I'm just thinking. Which is what I like to do above all else, think. I don't think I'm alone here but apparently I do it at the wrong times and others are concerned. Maybe I frown all the time, I don't know, but it sucks to be bothered about it...
I saw Sean's band play another show finally at Steel, they had cameras on them but no one showed up.. Bad timing on their part but there's nothing to be done about that really. I think I'm going to be on TV with tape stuck to my face though; they decided to leave me in there helping my brother.. He asked me to "do something with this tape" so I did and apparently that's useful for them. Hehe. That'll be good. I kept forgetting Sean was 21 and it looked funny to see him at a bar; thought I'd mention. Also, while on the subject of Sean, he brought me to Denny's and bought me food and not just "Topping" or whatever it was that cost an extra $.49.. The waitress is cool and talked to me about college, but I am quite un-sure why. We tried to go again, but it was closed to cleaning.. Did I mention that we were there @ 3am the time before? Because we were and Sean's car scared me... because Sean makes his car scary when he talks of it.
Maybe I'll update sometime soon as I remember things that happened of major importance, but I don't really remember much right now. I'm tired, went to work with my father today (last night, this morning) and though I only work 2 days a week (haha), it takes out the night before entirely, as well as that entire day from things to do.. And as I don't much do anything before it's later on in the day, that's 4 days off. I work Monday and Thursday is it, but I might be revived fully a couple days later, when I am off to work again. Tuesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays are best for those of you like Mosch who only ask me to do things on the day of or the night before I am to work. Poor Mosch, poor me. I want to see Garden State and it reminds me of Keaton and I's obsession with Natalie Portman in 6th grade, one of my favorite years of life. Kinda frightening that 6th grade.. When we first started in the Junior High area and you are shorter than everyone, was one of the best years.. Though it doesn't really matter. There is a very large TV on my floor where my rug was.. actually.. it's on top of my rug, which has been rolled up and folded so that the bottom side is out to accommodate the TV's rough bottom, which has previously torn my rug to bits. I need to clean my room but I don't want to do it until I can move things around. And I'm not able to do that until Sean's desk is gone, which can't happen until the new lottery man takes our piano that we don't need and haven't needed in a very long time. If you are still reading, you have a higher attention span than I do with the ridiculous books we have to read over the summer, because when I tried to read one of them.. I couldn't.. It was so un-interestingly written it was gross. Oh well.. Maybe it's just that other, more interactive, and less healthy for my eyes-things have been ruling my life the past few years... I don't have a problem with it really, but sometime I might like to read again. Babble babble. This is why my journal sucks, ignoring completely the fact that it's without point or value, but that it always ends up in nothing and is boring to begin with. Looking for the gold at the end of reading my rainbow? Well.. This isn't a rainbow damnit, what possessed me to type that.. O.o; But.. {Gold} {Can I have it?} anyways?^^
The last time I saw Mosch we had gone to Roseland, but before that, we attended that car dealy downtown in Geneva that we had gone to previously. I think some of us had seen T3 with Nick that very same day over a year ago, but this time it was just Patrick, and myself, and cars, and Pete, and Mitch, and kids on bikes, and Something Fast, and food. Pete was working in a hot dog stand with his family. We asked him about Jenn and what happened after the Walk for Life.. he'll tell us later. We encountered Pat.. Angelo.. A lot because he likes to just pop in, insult others and get people we don't know hating on us because things he said. But other members of their band were also there and they kept his ass in line.. I.. I think.. Mosch and I got pizza.. Mitch saw the pizza, and in classic fat kid fashion chased me around for a piece, and then took my drink as bribe. The boy on the bike asked for some, and I told him I had gonorrhea so he would stay away. I'm not sure he knew what it was but I must have said it severely enough for damage. I saw Dana's hat, Haley said; "Nice plaid" and I chuckled. Who knew I was wearing shorts before then? Surely not I.
The two of us went to Roseland and a life guard was attractive; it just so happened to be the ride all the small children wanted to go on with us and it was a spanking good time. We started a sport with the children of throwing large rocks at seagulls and we touched Geese. It was cool. But I was severely deprived of sleep due to working and the people next to us at the lake bought KFC so they could have a picnic. *Giggle* I wanted KFC... ; ;
I've forgotten a ton.. Or a very small amount of other events but I cannot forget that my father and I went to New York City just days before Gutch ventured there. We were perpetually lost, or rather, he was and I tried not to think about it too hard. I like it though, we saw two kick ass Yankees games up in the nose-bleed section and walked around Times Square. Their pizza is over-rated and their street kabob vendors are good. I saw Donnie Darko with my father in a 6 floor theater with elevators and mad escalators and though I'm not sure he loved it, he thought it was odd enough. The subway people, as well as those driving and conducting traffic to and from buses really suck with directions.. Really sucked. A bus driver dropped us off ~6 miles away from the intended stop.. And when asked, thought that we had "passed it." Frightening, but through the help of locals and a diner with a bathroom (w00t) we got back to the hotel safely. My father thought it smelled like piss, I thought it smelled like nothing, but we watched Adult Swim so it didn't matter. Maybe we'll know our way around much better.. In fact.. I'm sure we will next we go, if he warrants another trip. Something about me seems to make people think I am unhappy or not having any fun when I'm just thinking. Which is what I like to do above all else, think. I don't think I'm alone here but apparently I do it at the wrong times and others are concerned. Maybe I frown all the time, I don't know, but it sucks to be bothered about it...
I saw Sean's band play another show finally at Steel, they had cameras on them but no one showed up.. Bad timing on their part but there's nothing to be done about that really. I think I'm going to be on TV with tape stuck to my face though; they decided to leave me in there helping my brother.. He asked me to "do something with this tape" so I did and apparently that's useful for them. Hehe. That'll be good. I kept forgetting Sean was 21 and it looked funny to see him at a bar; thought I'd mention. Also, while on the subject of Sean, he brought me to Denny's and bought me food and not just "Topping" or whatever it was that cost an extra $.49.. The waitress is cool and talked to me about college, but I am quite un-sure why. We tried to go again, but it was closed to cleaning.. Did I mention that we were there @ 3am the time before? Because we were and Sean's car scared me... because Sean makes his car scary when he talks of it.
Maybe I'll update sometime soon as I remember things that happened of major importance, but I don't really remember much right now. I'm tired, went to work with my father today (last night, this morning) and though I only work 2 days a week (haha), it takes out the night before entirely, as well as that entire day from things to do.. And as I don't much do anything before it's later on in the day, that's 4 days off. I work Monday and Thursday is it, but I might be revived fully a couple days later, when I am off to work again. Tuesdays, Saturdays, and Sundays are best for those of you like Mosch who only ask me to do things on the day of or the night before I am to work. Poor Mosch, poor me. I want to see Garden State and it reminds me of Keaton and I's obsession with Natalie Portman in 6th grade, one of my favorite years of life. Kinda frightening that 6th grade.. When we first started in the Junior High area and you are shorter than everyone, was one of the best years.. Though it doesn't really matter. There is a very large TV on my floor where my rug was.. actually.. it's on top of my rug, which has been rolled up and folded so that the bottom side is out to accommodate the TV's rough bottom, which has previously torn my rug to bits. I need to clean my room but I don't want to do it until I can move things around. And I'm not able to do that until Sean's desk is gone, which can't happen until the new lottery man takes our piano that we don't need and haven't needed in a very long time. If you are still reading, you have a higher attention span than I do with the ridiculous books we have to read over the summer, because when I tried to read one of them.. I couldn't.. It was so un-interestingly written it was gross. Oh well.. Maybe it's just that other, more interactive, and less healthy for my eyes-things have been ruling my life the past few years... I don't have a problem with it really, but sometime I might like to read again. Babble babble. This is why my journal sucks, ignoring completely the fact that it's without point or value, but that it always ends up in nothing and is boring to begin with. Looking for the gold at the end of reading my rainbow? Well.. This isn't a rainbow damnit, what possessed me to type that.. O.o; But.. {Gold} {Can I have it?} anyways?^^