99 Red Balloons

I went to a Goldfinger concert last night with Aaron and Mari and her bf. It was awesome. They played all the old songs that i've been listening to all week with Aaron while playing the new Halo 2 maps on xbox live. That's right. Envy me. o_-

But it's not THAT great. It's been raining alot, i've had morning practices, i've had weights, tests, AND NO MONEY TO SPEAK OF WHATSOEVER. But lots of those problems have been resolved.

I'm having a great time with Jessica. Since her roommate moved out, she's had the entire dorm to herself, making it very easy for me to just bust in whenever i want and take a nap, just relax and be next to her or whateverwheneverwhoever? So with both dorm beds to do what with she pleases (what with with what?) she has put them next to each other to make one ultimate, giant, mammoth, BIGBIG BED. It's awesome. But Lee told shark the other day "You should have a little icon in your profile that says whether pibb is there or not." I think that is funny.


I'LL FINISH THIS POST LATER, I GTG TO CLASS NOW
OK I'LL SIGN POST LIKE MOM.
LOVE YOU
SIGNED EVAN
GOODBYE

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I'm addicted to the Star Wars trailer. I watch it whenever i'm home. But i got into study hall tonight and clicked around the site and found... a new... video...
a music... video.
It has footage not seen in the trailer. And from someone who's seen the trailer 49 times, the extra 4.6 seconds of footage is a HUGE addition to my already salivating fanaticism. The movie promises many things. And hopefully it'll be as long as Return of the King. (jk that was too long.(correction: they had too many ending scenes(it was like i was reading the book, and kept closing it every 2 paragraphs.))) SO! I've also adopted a new font from a buddy named Chuck. The font looks like handwriting, moreso than my comic sans which i have been using for countless years upon years upon years. (pibbnote: i've reached a point in the schoolyear where i'm excited to talk about a new FONT)

A JAMES-LIKE SCHOOL UPDATE

After bombing two midterms, things have been looking up. I got an A+ on a paper, and did real well on a Finance test. My Greek Drama class is sitting at a C, which i would like to improve at least a little before the end of the semester. My religion class (44% on test, A+ on paper) is going to be a pretty good final. I'm kind of excited to take it and flex my religious knowledge... but only kind of... and when i say kind of, i mean "get me the hell out of here." My ancient technology class (bombed midterm) has two grades left, a paper i'm working on, and a final. The final is going to suck. So that means this paper is going to have to SPARKLE (spirit fingers, and the like). I'm not worried about finance yet, so FAHQ finance.

END OF THE JAMES-LIKE SCHOOL UPDATE AND APPLESAUCE

...I LIKE APPLESAUCE

So i'm very excited for the summer. Chad is graduating, WeeL will be in college next year, we'll have a huge new pool for the summer and all of next year, i'll be living with teammates instead of my brother, i'm going to be making MONEY, and i like applesauce. There are a lot of things to look forward to in the summer of ME... this includes VIDEOJUEGOS OMO NOOOOOOOOOOOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111111oneone

I watched the return of Family Guy last night on Fox. It was funnier than both the new episodes of the Simpsons combined. American dad has it's good points (see you next Tuesday) but overall needs to step it up... because it should be funnier, dammit. I want a motorcycle, but i don't want to have to pay insurance. I know this is a lot to ask, but there IS a way to do it legally. I hope i'll figure it out, cuz that'd be SWEET! My world religions book has got moss on it (when i first typed that out, i made a typo: "book has god moss on it"... woopsie)

well... that's my momma!

wow, I haven't posted in a WEEK

I don't have much to say, really.

Except this:
I HATE IT WHEN UPPERCASE "I"s and lowercase "l"s look exactly the same!

IlIlIlIllIlIlIlIlI WTF IS THAT?!?!?!?! Seriously, somebody needs to look into that, and make computer fonts more PROFOUND or something like that. I can't stand looking at letter I's on tests thinking it's an L.... (now some of you might be asking "If you are having problems determining which letter you're LOOKING AT, how are you supposed to take a test?") There are many reasons why I don't think I test weII, but l don't want to get into it. Speaking of which, l got a B- on my Finance test. w00t. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Iets see if any of you caught the mis-matched L's and I's in the previous few sentences... anyone? anyone? If you have to go back and look, then you didn't catch it. But if you DID catch it... hold your right hand above your head, then slap it with your other hand. *high cinco!*

I'm writing this in study hall, which continues to be the bane of my existence. I don't know what it is about my personality that rejects authority or institution, but sometimes I just wish I could conform in order to not get so peeved about things like weights, morning practices, study hall, lectures, paying bills, etc. BLAAAAAARGGGGGGGgggggggggargle

My home computer is really coming down with something. It looks like chickenpox, but feels like hepititus.

The answer is yes, I would love to be secret agents. I am more than willing to go undercover. For those of you who don't know what i'm talking about... don't worry about it.

Whoa, this turned into a really random post, huh?

GIANT BANANA MONSTER ATTACKS CITY
Local primates "happy to help" says zookeeper

I wish we were like keys on a keyboard... where U and I are TOGETHER.

Opal gnome psychotic sincere trident quadruple centripetal schlock
(i don't know if that last one is a real word, but for now, in this blog.. IT IS THE LAW)
and remember, don't run from the schlock

keep your kangaroos wet and the jellybeans satisfactory
[Jarnote: Evan channeled the spirit of the not-yet-deceased WeeL to write this post]

T-minus 10 seconds

I don't know why i wrote that title... it just seemed cool
COUNTDOWN
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10!

For some reason, i smell like urine when it rains...
Other than that, rain is great and is fun to walk in/under. I remember going over to Foster's house to hang out with him and Chuck, and it turns out that they wanted to go to a party "down the street" from his house. So we piled on our hoodies and sweatshirts and headed "down the street." Keep in mind that it's about 60° outside and raining heavily. The main reason we wanted to go was because the people at the party were playing a new game that we all wanted to see/play. So the neighborhood Foster lives in is so extensive that it literally has two zip codes (at least i think so). So "down the street" means down the street, left on another street, over the creek, past the pool, and through 2 backyards to get to the house.
And once we get there, Chuck's ex is there and he doesn't want to stay because she's a raving bitch... and shit will go down... and i don't know anybody at the party except them two, so we leave. And walk in the rain. All the way back to Foster's house. And so we walk into the garage where we dry off and stuff and Amy, his sister who i had a crush on at the time, was really giddy and wanted to play out in the rain. So she frolic'd around and i stood out there freezing and shivvering and miserable...
and i don't know why i'm remembering this story now... but it was raining
and i was soaking wet and cold and who cares movingon!

I have two tests tomorrow. Which means no SC tonight because i need to do really well on these tests. I should've studied more this weekend, but Jessica can be quite the distractor.

The team is having lots of problems this offseason, as we do every year. People are getting in trouble and coaches are finding things to get upset about. I guess all this activity comes from my teammates crazy and thoughtless actions due to their being drunk 60% of the time now. Their party life is slowly turning into their only life and i worry for the future.

RU
FEE
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ok this was really random. i gtg read. banana

schpreengthyme

I'm so glad that the weather is nice again. Too bad the pear trees in front of my house reek like old socks dipped in tar then dragged through an ashtray while being urinated on by cats. They STINK. But Jessica and I walked all over the place this weekend, places visited include: every thriftstore on 9th street (where i got a pair of shants and a green banana republic shirt for $15), Slackers (where shark got a Depeche Mode compilation 2CD albulm), and gunthers games (an arcade, where MY girlfriend set the new high score for Ms. Pacman(134,900)). We stopped by a campus building on the way back to pick up an old old old air filter type device that was in a box labled "Free! Take me!"... so i took it.... and it's old and stinks and WORKS... so i'm happy :D

I'm disgusted with this institution, forcing me to go to study hall -- then punishing me when i'm not on time or forget to go. "It's for [my] own good!" so of course i'm punished if i'm not doing "what's best for [me]" I hate the endless lines of backtracking, doublechecking, rechecking, confirming, returning, confirming, denying, defending, and persecuting that i have to go through in order to tell someone "I met with my tutor yesteryday instead of today."
CHICKENSHIT
So I continue to go to school and suffer through this because nobody sees a reason why I would ever NOT want help from a team of people ready to send me to more hours of study hall, send me to my teachers, send me emails, call me, pester me, and question me to the point at which I am going to SNAP AND SAY FUCK IT ALL I QUIT! YOU CAN SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS AND LOOK FOR ANOTHER DIVER TO GO TO NCAA'S BECAUSE I CAN'T DO THIS FOR ANOTHER FUCKING YEAR! I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE ASKED AND I'VE TAKEN COUNTLESS COUNSELING AND STUDENT-AID ADVISORS SERIOUSLY AND NOTHING HAS FUCKING HELPED! SO FUCK OFF AND "HELP" SOME OTHER STUDENT-ATHLETE SUFFER THE OBLIGATIONS THAT I'M "PRIVILEDGED" ENOUGH TO WITHSTAND! IF I CAN'T GET THROUGH COLLEGE IN MY WAY, THEN WHY SHOULD YOUR WAY BE THE ONLY WAY I HAVE TO FOLLOW?

GO FUCK YOURSELVES IN YOUR OWN SELF-RIGHTEOUS ASS

...at least... that's the way it plays out in my mind. But untill fantasy becomes reality, i'm biting the bullet for a 3rd year in a row and i'm embedding my nose to the scholastic grindstone in an attempt to poke my head above the eligibility water to sip another year of fresh air in a (this is getting rather long-winded, eh?) senior year of class and diving and eventually, the end of supervision over my life.

So here's to productivity. *cheers* 6 weeks left, CAN I DO IT?