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Below are the 20 most recent journal entries recorded in the "Ken" journal:
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09:02 am
[Link] | Yep.... so..... I'm back. Kinda.
Plebe Summer is over, and, as you may or may not have guessed, I made it through. Somehow. Still at the academy, of course, but no longer constricted to 30 mins of personal time every night. Computers, phones, are all game again. So yeah, I'm pretty happy about that.
Theres a lot to tell, but this is a more "i'm back" post than anything, so yeah... I'm back I guess.
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12:24 am
[Link] | Well, Ladies and Gents
That is the proverbial that, I guess. So begins my abbreviated summer. From now until my flight leaves on the night of the 27th (I-Day eve? I-Eve?) the one thing I want is three weeks of friends, family, and fun. But before I begin my first day free from high school, and I've got approximately an hour and 48 minutes left, I would like to reflect somewhat on the past 6 years of my life. The best of memories, the worst, things I might've done differently; all are going to be marked in the following stream of consciousness. I'm going to try and be somewhat ambiguous in the entries, So if you read closely, you should be able to determine, if you remember as well as I do the incident, which ones concern you. Anyways, here goes.
1. WS, BS, S, T, W, A, and the fact that I know what those stand for.
2. The "Jesus" of warhammer vs. the “John”
3. I might've done Asur, if I had known Sylvans were so distant
4. Watching the Evil Empire overturn the Green and Gold underdogs. And again. And again. and then the Bean-Town Favs.
5. All the funny things that happened on the way to the forum, including running 7 times around the 7 hills of Rome, once for each goose in a gaggle.
6. Buying and selling courtesans, and giving advice on who should have maids.
7. "Money" and "Hammer": Relay Numero Uno.
8. Driving up and down Rt. 9 looking for Pizzeria Uno.
9. Flying around, especially over school and BB-69.
10. Watching F-15s scream overhead as the world collapsed in flame and smoke.
11. A.C., Red Flag, Trip, with the Intruders, the Triple Nickle, and Mother’s Favorite
12. Traveling to the far reaches of Cathay and Nippon with my one and only backseater
13. I might’ve not been a jackass around them, but I loved it anyways
14. Trips with the best class of 20 years to Fenway, Paint balling
15. First kiss, it was awkward as hell, but it worked for me
16. Screwing things up the week later, being sore about if for a month
17. Being the Filipino Frenchman. And sucking at it.
18. HMC Gong Shows both of them, and the mad partays afterwards. I can honestly say I cut loose more at these times than ever before.
19. GYLC, all the foreigners, including the Dirty Mexican, the Redneck (haha, a foreigner I guess), the Crazy German, and the Laid Back Bermudan
20. N.A.S.S.- 5 basic responses, the Mission, the COC, the Orders of the Sentry, the O-Course, Sea Trials.
21. First ever concert of my life- my ears are still ringing, I think.
22. God Bless every dirty joke that came out of your mouth, and for introducing me to the Homer and Peter and their delightful families.
23. Superbowl Megabattles
24. My first couple tournaments at DP
25. Watching Big Mac, Huddy, Miggy T, T-Long, Izzie, Foulkie, Mulder, and J.G. all disappear, by ones and twos.
26. Countless hours reading what I wanted, rather than what I should’ve. P. O’Brien, WH and 40k stuff, SW, the list goes on.
27. Watching him move out west. Leaving big shoes. Which I failed miserable to fill.
28. Being cut the first week, Junior Year. Feeling miserable. I might’ve remembered how to throw by then.
29. Making it the next spring, and the day B-Sul told me I did
30. I might’ve gone with Mrs. C, instead of Nerbs, but I think it turned out ok in the end.
31. Never finishing Rivendell
32. Coaching, making a foo out of myself. I might’ve bought sandals again.
33. Cape with M and RP. Awesome couple of days those were.
34. I might’ve followed up on the ski trip, but it’ll have to wait for another year.
35. All the dances I’ve ever been to, HMC, Proms, Semis, 70s, Homecoming
36. I might’ve taken the time to actually learn how to dance, but I had fun anyways
37. I might’ve asked sooner, and with far less stammering and stumbling, but who knows what would’ve happened then?
38. Deciding to don a uniform, and getting the letter that said I could.
39. Knowing that five years from now, I’ll be serving alongside some of my best friends to defend this country that we love.
40. The 100,000,000 cokes I’ve drunken over the past 4 years. Realistically, probably 2,000.
41. Watching Mordor put back in its place, over the course of 3 years.
42. The telling of T’s un-numbered tales with the ladies, and revealing the truths behind them.
43. Letters to the Generals
44. The furry black tornado of death, my only constant female companion
45. Late nights trying to appease The Cow, with his stupid games and voice drills.
46. El Diablo, Civ2, WC3, Half-Life, Opposing Force, Blue Shift, JK2, Flight Sims, Zelda, and every good game I’ve ever played.
47. Making the Christmas Card, Homecoming T shirt, etc
48. Me, sucking at driving and directions
49. Both retreats to C-ville by the Sea
50. Walkin the walk with the Navy Blue, the Dress Whites and Soldier Red, and only 50 of the 68 remaining comrades.
Well, there you have it. 50 instances, 50 graduating classmates. And thus closes the High School Chapter of my life. In the immortal words of Jimmy Buffet: Some of its magic, Some of its tragic, But I’ve had a good life all the way. ‘Cept the journey is only beginning. Anyways, thanks to all who contributed in any way, shape or form to the story so far.
And now, let the parties begin. :-D
By the by, I’m getting a collection of addresses together to take to the Naval Academy. We’re not allowed to call home or email during Plebe Summer, so I’m going to have to communicate old fashioned style. However, as you might’ve guessed, we don’t get a ton of free time either, so letters might be short and/or contain incomplete sentences. But if you don’t mind those, definitely shoot me an email with your address. But I’m sure I’ll see most of you sometime before I leave. Until then....
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03:31 pm
[Link] | Excerpt from the St. Sebs website:
It was a day for the Seniors on a cold and rainy day in Braintree as the Arrows beat Thayer 6-3 in five innings on Monday, May 23. Captain Chris Murphy led the offense with a single, a double, and 3 RBI. Allan Apjohn, Chris Curran, and Kenneth Mateo made the big plays on Defense. Apjohn made a great catch on the run in the first inning. Curran had two big catches and made a diving play to take away extra bases on a hard hit single. Mateo had four put outs in the shortened game and he combined with Curran and first baseman Michael Flaherty on a 9-3-4 double play to end the game.
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One of the most miserable games I've ever had the pleasure of playing in. Hold on while I go insane.
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10:36 am
[Link] | Ah HA! let it not be said that i didn't contribute anything to the varsity baseball team this year. Next to nothing, fine, i'll accept that, but i have done something! The fact that Mr. Sullivan let me play at all, considering my abilities compared to some of the other kids on the team, should be a miracle in and of itself.
Things I've done so far for the team:
-Caught Curran's bullseye and tagged a kid trying to steal 2nd
-Caught Shamon's throw and tagged another kid who had rounded the base too far.
-Dove after a pop up behind 1st base, and did nothing aside from make a loud "thud" as I hit the ground. but I did make a thud.
Well, Arrows Baseball is now 3-0. Go us.
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01:25 am
[Link] | Good Evenin', folks, you're now listening to another episode of "I've got homework, and it's not happening" radio!
well, its 1:26 in the morning, I've got 4 subjects of homework left, and I'm not starting it.
On the other hand, as some of you might be interested to find out, I have decided on a topic for the play that I might or might not get around to writing ever.
Heres the thing: You remember all those movies like "A Kid in King Arthur's Court"? Well, I was thinking, what if I switched it around and made a plsy about a knight, or rather, King Arthur's son (mythical note: King Arthur didn't really have a son, other than Mordred), a kid around our age, being sent forward through time by Merlin to a public school that sucks. I mean theres like gangs, nobody really about learning, just about everyone is rude etc. Anyways, his quest is to make things better at this school, or something like that. Of course, in the meantime, hopefully he'll get himself into a few humerous situations, and possibly (like in the kid in king arthur's court) get involved in a relationship with a girl.
So there you have it. Comments? Suggestions for scenes, events, or characters? Constructive criticism?
Thanks ahead of time.
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07:39 pm
[Link] | Ah... the weekend. At long last.
Things to look forward to:
-Ernie's Incredible Illucinations
-Superbowl
-Montrose Semi
-Putting together a scene or two from top gun
-a little relaxation time
Things I'm not looking forward to:
-Tech week
-Getting History and Physics tests back
-Having to scrape together a play within the next week
I'm sure theres other stuff to both that I'm shutting out right now. But whatever. I think I'll go and watch some top gun or some other movie. Laters
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09:09 pm
[Link] |  | You scored as Hip Hop and Rap. Hip Hop and Rap.
Hip Hop and Rap | | 63% | Mainstream | | 58% | Indie Rock | | 54% | Emo & More | | 50% | Classic Rock. | | 46% | Ska | | 46% | Britpop | | 38% | Industrial | | 38% | Country | | 33% | Punk and Pop Punk. | | 29% | Hardcore | | 29% | Indie | | 29% | </td>
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I think this actually got me pretty close to right. I like all sorts of music (hence the middle percentages), with rap and hip hip leading the list by a slight margin. Anyways, yeah, not that its really important, more that I don't want to do me shakespeare readings.
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02:26 am
[Link] | Well folks, Christmas is nearly upon us. In a scant few hours, I shall board an aeroplane and leave behind the single degree weather, the slippery roads, and the troubles of New England and return to my native land, where the sun shines brightly and you can see the ground without having to dig through the snow.
From there, I shall travel onwards to even warmer climates (see, me and Curran know what vacation is all about: we ENJOY going places that are warm) and spend the remainder of break saoking up the sun and working on my tan. When I return... what the hell am I saying, I don't even want to start thinking about that bit yet.
In conclusion, farewell, my friends, I wish thee all a very Merry Christmas, and may your vacations all be as pleasant and warm (at least figuratively, if not actually) as I hope mine is.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And, have yourself a merry little Christmas, now.....
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11:56 pm
[Link] | wheee! board of review is over!
at long last... I may state with certainty that all the manual labor i put you guys through and that all the crap I've done was not in vain.
A lesson learned: well, not really, i guess, but a lesson that could've been learned:
don't leave things that take weeks to finish until they're due in a few days. cause thats essentially what I did with my eagle scout stuff.
heh, over to you, andy. Your turn.
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12:10 pm
[Link] | well, my thanksgiving officially sucks now.
It started last night, when my family went to the airport with our 6 large dogs and 5 puppies, plus other baggage and stuff. We've done such things before, with the dogs, and the only thing new this time would be the puppies. To cut a long story short: the airline wouldn't take them.
My mom tried calling every airline there was, but no dice. NO one wanted to be responsible for 11 dogs. So here I am, sitting in front of my computer in my room when I should be in California with my grandfather, my older brother, and the rest of my family. SO instead, so my grandfather and brother don't have to spend thanksgiving alone, my younger brother and dad are going to fly out there and my mom, my sister, and I are going to stay home with the dogs.
What the hell kind of a thanksgiving is it anyways, when the family is split in two and kept 3000 miles away from each other?
So yeah, if anyone else has nothing to do over the weekend, or wants to get away from their families for whatever a reason, I'm here with nothing good to do.
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10:19 pm
[Link] | A day of mourning is henceforth proclaimed.
Alas, but the pillars upon which the team was built did not hold. One failed at the outset, another was wounded in the middle, and the third crumbled in the end. Those behind them were no better. Several were bought out, and as valient as their succesors efforts were, twas all for nought. Throughout the season, the team was lacking: lacking leadership, lacking health, lacking sufficient decent replacements, lacking money... these were the forecomers of ruin. That we even got so close on so little proves that hats off to Mr. Beane are required.
Wait until next season.
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07:31 pm
[Link] | Interesting day today
Especially rehearsal. Started off bad when Andy, Mollie, and I came in about 5 mins late and got chewed out by Mr. Smith and Mr. Rogers. Nonetheless, it wasn't terrible. To be expected, and we've done worse. Well, after a short music warm up, the people for the first song started to practice and everyone else went back outside to hang out. Chris and I drilled for about the next 1/2 hour, no one gave us anything else to do. About 6:45 we were called in to start going over the scenes, and about 5 mins after that Mr Smith called our number, moseses roses or something or another. Anyways, this is ther part where things got really interesting.
Mr. Smith started going apeshit when Mike called the people he ordered his food from, which had been supposed to arrive about 15 mins ago. Then, as we were warming up (well, Mike and Jed were, Curran, Mahoney and myself weren't really doing anything.) the food arrived and Mike stopped to ask Jack if he would go out and get the food for him.
For some reason or another, this seemed to really piss Mr. Smith off and he stops and lectures us for not being responsible and how hes not going to allow food during rehearsals and this being a really bad way to start off the show. (In retrospect, the first read through on monday went fine- just when hes around this seem to go awry.) When he's done lecturing, and wasting everyones time more, he looked at me. Not knowing quite what to say, I shrug, and he asks me in his "i'm superior to you because i'm a music teacher" voice asks what *insert shug* means.
I'm not quite certain exactly what it was that snapped in me or precisely what button he had pushed, but I was pissed. Now that I think about it, it was probably the wrong combination of a bad day at school, not a lot of sleep last night, a lot of homework on the horizon, and my general dislike for the man. Before I knew what i was doing, I had started to speak up against him.
And, being me, rather than submit to him being the teacher and shutting up, I decided to keep going. I don't quite remeber exactly what i said, bu i think i got my point across, which was essentially "shut up." I'm not sure who was more surprised, me or him. Looking back, I'm glad I'm not an impulsive shouter or have violent tendencies, or things might have gotten ugly. anyways, after a moment of stunned silence, he looked at me and said, "not a good way to start the year Ken." I think I sorta shook my head and muttered somethings under my breath, but I can't remember what I said then either.
The rest of rehearsal, even the rest of our song, went pretty smoothly. I didn't say anything to him, he didn't say anything to me, and we didn't even look at each other.
So there it was, the first time I have ever, or at least, the closest I have ever gotten to blowing up at a teacher. I've never done something like that before, and it leads me to think: what made me do it now? too much pressure? I have no clue. perhaps 4 APs are too much for me. For God's sake, its only the second week of school!
meh, rant over. Going to go and do something relaxing. Later.
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11:40 pm
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First weekend!
WHEEEEEEE!
First week of school was brutal. Read previous post, some will understand, some wont' whatever, i'll summarize here:
-Homework SUCKS!
-Enviromental Science MB SUCKS!
-Homework SUCKS!
-Airsoft is FUN!
-Warhammer is FUN!
-AP Calc SUCKS!
-Homework SUCKS!
-AP Gov is a pain
-AP Physics is ok
-AP Lit is FUN!
-Greek is easy
-Western Phil is easy
-Did I mention homework SUCKS!
-Stealing Natasha's car is FUN!
-having to get up early SUCKS!
-Student Council members should LEARN ORATORY SKILLS
-Play will be FUN!
Other stuff too, but i'm tired. Peace out.
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11:15 pm
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Day 6 of the Sebastian Campaign
Today my regiment was pulled back from the front for the first time since our initial engagement with the heretics on Sebastian. No sooner had we stepped off our troop transport's dropship when the heretics attempted to take our position by force.
The heretics force is largely comprised of divisions of Elite AP Troops. These troops are the hardest the enemy has to offer, and our lines, along with those held by the Micharian 18th and the Schniedery 142nd, the Slipperys, seem to have taken the brunt of their attack. The APs were backed up by auxiliary units of Grekan and Filosofy infantry.
We were still digging our trenches when they struck. Like a fiery bolt from hell, the APs struck, led by the veteran Mathemas and Governiment Divisions. At the same time, a disaster rose up within our own ranks- a pestilence known as the Seeking Eagle Syndrome, which made rest nigh impossible. Our troops, after bearing the full fury of the heretic onslaught, found themselves unable to rest in the lulls between assaults. This plague played havoc with our troops.
On day 6 of the assault, our troops were pulled back from the front. Casulaties were high, but deemed acceptable by the commisars. We are scheduled for two days of R&R, on on the 20th of the month according to the Adeptus Calendas Terra we are due back on the front.
Men of the Imperium!
Onward march the tides of Chaos,
Let us march to meet them!
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06:38 pm
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ok so i haven't had exactly as much time to update over the summer as I thought I might...
so sue me.
Anyways, today was the 3rd day back at Sebs. A lot has happened since my last entry: Naval Academy, Global Youth Leadership COnference, Africa, Eagle Project and now school again. As much as i might despise the work and loath having to get up early in the morning again, its good to be back.
Today started off pretty well for me: I got up on time, was dressed and ready a bit late, and then started for a brief downward turn: I realized that I still hadn't gotten a deinition out of the Oxford English Dictionary for Lit. Crap. I was also supposed to read for the 9/11 rememberence mass that morning. Double crap. Well, afer getting to school, I hustled up to the library with apporximately 5 mins left before Corp. Chapel started and looked up a word. Now, Fr. Paris is a nice guy, but when he detains you outside the library and doesn't let you in immediately, its really annoying. Then again, I guess I'm lucky he let me in at all.
ANyways, to make a long story short, I managed to look up Alchemy, do the reading in Mass, conduct a fairly organized class meeting, and make it through the day without any major mishap.
14:30: my day has been pretty darn good in retrospect. I got everything where it needed to be on time and without any terrible tragedies, and I had ample time to do homework before heading over to auditions. Turns out we're doing Singing in the Rain, which is supposedly a good show.
Anyways, across the way, we (being Curran, Mike, myself, and Andy) met Natasha and fell into our routine of joking around and being unproductive. Mr. Smith and Mr. Rogers called us in at various points to read or sing, nothing really out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that there was a girl from NCDS (I guess she's Corror Joyce's girlfriend) auditioning as well, which put Natasha on edge.
Anyways, when it came Natasha's turn to sing for Mr. Smith, she left her camera and car keys, in retrospect, probably unwisely, out in the open.
My mind always comes up with brilliant ideas at the wrong times. I proposed, though I admit my audience was highly enthusiastic and quickly became my partners in crime, that we steal her keys and drive her car away- and take a movie of it with her digital camera.
WEll, we did. Curran drove, I rode, and Andy taped. It was hilarious at the time, but I realize now that it probably wasn't a prank to be played on someone who got their license just a day ago.
Natasha, if you end up reading this, I apologize and accept full responsibility for the deed. I was the criminal mastermind, and will accept any sentence you give me.
Meh, that said, I feel a little bit better. Dinner now, so, until next time friends.
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10:47 pm
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Happy day...
Well, it was a thoroughly enjoyable day today. Despite having to drag myself out of bed at 9:30 in the morning in order to go and visit the barbarian (reference previous entry) for a checkup. It was painless, and pretty quick- about 5 mins, 3 and a half of which were spent in the waiting room. But that was eventful, so on to the more interesting things.
After returning from the brief sojourn into swellesly my mom began bugging me to call up the Knox Trail Council to ask what the latest possible date was that I could turn in a plan for my Eagle Project and still have it reviewed before the end of summer. And, after taking about 15 mins to find the number and another 15 mins to actually make the call, I realized that it was 10:45 and I had to be at Mike's house at 11 to catch an 11:13 train into Boston.
Suffice to say it was a good thing MA's finest weren't to active this morning. Pulled up at 11:08 and picked up mike and Natasha from his house and drove down to the Highlands Station, and the train was just pulling in. The nice conductor woman was nice enough to give us the "family rate" so we scrounged a couple bucks in that way.
We got off at Back Bay, and quickly found out that Julie and her friend, Michell (sp?) had missed their train twice and weren't going to be able to make it for another hour. So we started wandering the Prudential Center, going into Borders where we caught Mike looking at naughty books, and Natasha and I saw a really.... interesting.... wonderbra ad (it was in a book on advertising, strange, i know, but nonetheless...)
Anyways, lunch in the food court, nothing much else of interest, we start to head back to the station to go and pick Michell and Julie up. About halfway there, Natasha and I are taking out time, and Mike says he's going to go and sprint ahead and meet up with them sooner. Well, we keep on going to the station, and meet up with Michell and Julie. But no Mike. A couple minutes later, he comes running up from who knows where, but whatever. Spent the next 15 mins or so listening to and watching via digital camera the story of how they missed their trains and drove down the road listening to Nsync.
But anyways, after that we settled on the Boston Common for a destination, and set off, being led by "Mea Custodia" in what became known as a "tilted oval". Taking the T to the COmmon, we saw a couple of really weird dudes, one of whom was making a speech to no one in particular. Making sure to avoid such characters, we wandered for a bit, until going back for some food.
Natasha and I headed for the icey stand, and I was caught in a slight dilemma. I had told Mike earlier that the guy should always pay, regardless or not of whether the guy and the girl were on a date. And there I was, with a girl whose not only not my girlfriend but also the girlfriend of someone else. Well, i ended up paying for 2/3 of hers, but I still feel like a hypocrite. Natasha, if you happen to be reading this, I'll owe you a dollar.
ANyways, after that we went into a McDonald's and a Dunkin Doughnuts to get food for Michell and Julie, and waited while they ate. More stories and Prom picture showings on the Digital Cameras later, we departed for Downtown Crossing.
Well, Mike and I formulated a Theory: Those of the Opposite Gender are inherently attracted to shiny objects, accessories, and articles of clothing with a price tag on them. And according to the three specimens we studied today, the hypothesized results were recorded nearly without flaw. We also determined (in the basement of a Marshall's Clothing Store) the primary difference between Men and Women: Women go to a store to shop and will occasionally buy something, while Men will only go into a shop if they know what they're going to buy. And thanks to this study, a new word was added to my vocabulary today: "Peruse."
Well, after stops in a hat store, a wet seal (mike in fact refused to enter) and another clothing store, which we departed quickly after Julie proposed that they dress us up like dolls (pssshht- and they call us the crueler of the genders) and various accessory shops along the street, we made our way to Quincy Market and Fanuel Hall, where we stopped at a joke shop and I got my dad his Father's Day gift: an exploding golf ball.
Julie and Michell got cookies, and then the low point of the day hit: Mike exploded (I won't say acidentally, because it wasn't) one of those party poppers into Julie's back. Now, I know that Mike like Julie, and that Julie likes Mike back (so I've heard) but shooting her in the back isn't exactly what i'd call the lovable and cuddly thing to do. Anyways, Julie got sorta pissed, and sorta began to avoid Mike. awkward times. anyways, we were quickly distracted by a street preforming couple, both of whom were wearing pink tutus.
Well, having nothing better to do, we sat down, and watched the show, which was relatively entertaining. For the final act, they started calling for girlfriends, wives, and daughters to point to their boyfriends, husbands, and fathers to volunteer them to be in the final act. Well, despite not being any of these, sure enough, Mike and I were quickly volunteered by Julie, Michell, and Natasha. We were skipped into a rough line by the man, who then turned us and maybe 5 other poor guys to the woman, who was now carrying a riding crop, and using it if we weren't quick enough to obey her orders. She had us stand at attention, and do a bunch of other weird stuff, including strutting like a chicken and several other acts that will hopefully never be known to the public. Then we held onto the end of the rope, holding up the guy who stood on one foot while juggling two knives and a plastic chicken.
After that, we started towards South Station to catch a train home, Natasha apologizing all the way there for volunteering us. Whatever, it was a fun time.
After that it was back to Mike's house, and Natasha left, and we went to play warhammer. Two battles, I won both, nothing of great note. And now I'm at home, procrastinating writing essays for the Naval Academy and BSA, which I have to do by the day after tomorrow. Damn. But I suppose, on the whole, its been a very satisfying day. Thanks to all to whome thanks are due, particularly Mike, Natasha, Michell, and Julie.
Anyways, hopfully this one will make up for my lack of entries for the past week or so.
Current Mood:  content
Current Music: "Crazy for this Girl" by Evan and Jaron
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09:41 am
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first day of freedom...
...and of course, I have to drag my lazy rear out of bed at 6:30 in the morning so I can go and have chunks torn out of my body by a barbarian. ok, so maybe not chunks of my body, just a couple of teeth. But the guy's still a barbarian. And a very well paid barbarian, too. ANyways, it was the first surgical operation of my life, so I imagined it might warrent a journal entry.
in retrospect, it was pretty cool. i ha though they were just going to fill my mouth with novacaine, and so i figured that they were just going setting things up and that i was in for a long haul. And then, heh heh, I've always watched to use this expression, i woke up. I didn't even remember them putting me out. The doctor wasn't there anymore, he had other things to do. but otherwise, that was it, I wasn't overly tired, dizzy, my mouth felt a little funny, and I couldn't feel my tounge at all, but i nodded, said thank you to the nurse, and started out. Luckily she stopped me before the IV i hadn't noticed sticking out of my arm could be torn out.
But otherwise, thats was it. I currently have two big icepacks clamped around my head and a couple pieces of cotton stuck in my mouth to soak up the blood (i looked at the mirror when I got home and I look like fricking hannible lector.)
But other than that, school's done, my four rearmost teeth are gone, and i'm looking forward to a nice, relaxing summer.
Dammit, just remembered I can't eat or drink for another two hours. Curses and bigotry. Ah well.
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06:15 pm
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Three down, one to go....
Well, one more to go. Math wasn't bad, and I was done early round abouts 10, but unfortunately it didn't count for anything since the lunch was absolutely horrible and I had to stick around for the AP Government meeting at 12:30. So I make myself busy, of course, I didn't bring anything to do, so I eventually fell asleep in 202. Went to Thomasy's meeting, and he assures us its going to take a max of 15 mins. Of course, it tales a full 1/2 hour and then some, while he just reads us a packet word for word and not a lot else. I think its going to be a very interesting class.
Then stuck around some more for the faculty/junior softball game. Fun times. Big Arthur started off well with a scoreless 1.2 innings, but then gave a triple and took himself out. Shamon replaced him. Now, Shamon's a good guy, and when he's on, he's untouchable, but unfortunately, when he's off, he's easy pickings. He promptly allowed (with a lot of negative support from his infield and outfield- but don't blame me I was the catcher!) the teachers to break the deadlock and 1.1 inning they were up 10-zip. Well, we toughened up, to an extent, and didn't allow a baserunner for the rest of the game (cept for two, both on errors, and a home run, but that doesn't really count as a baserunner, now does it :-P). Heh heh heh... for the record, I pitched the last 5 innings. But we could only rack up 6 by the 9th, and thats how it ended. Nonetheless, it was good times.
On another note, only 2 more hours left in the year for me! at school, that is. Physics for Ryan has the potential to be a biatch of an exam, and I will probably end up studying for it.
On that note, i'm going to see if I can find something unproductive to do. peace out.
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07:20 pm
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Math and Physics. thats all...
well, looks like people might be hearing more from me than i originally expected. I thought I could find things to do aside from study for Math tomorrow. But, aside from doing a little painting and watching the A's mop up the Blue Jays, I found myself to lazy to study, so here I am.
Anyways, more things about my life: My mom came home from Cali today, and for some reason was pissed off at the world. So right now I'm keeping all my study stuff handy, so I can go and look productive at the first signs of trouble, or, if taken by surprise, can just say I was taking a "short break". By the way, "short", when used in context to study breaks, can mean literally anything (from about 1/2 hour to unlimited) as long as I've studied for about an hour before that. Anything less than 1/2 hour doesn't count as a break. But don't tell me madre that, there are somne things she doesn't need to know right now and thats one of them.
On another, more positive note, the A's gained a game on Anaheim, and Texas lost too, so we're ahead of them by 1/2 game. But not that anyone who's going to be readin this cares anyways but anyhoo...
Guess thats it. Until next time!
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07:16 pm
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A beginning of sorts....
well, I've gone and created meself a journal. Its getting to be that time of year when I don't really have much to do (rather much I WANT to do) and so I figured I'd get myself one of these. Could provide an interesting way to avoid doing homework in the future, but now thats a ways away isn't it? One more exam on each Monday and Wednesday and its capish! Finito! End!
But aside from that much, welcome to my journal. DOn't expect to see updates every day, or even every week, although it could easily come to that if I get bored enough over the summer.
Well, thats about it for now. Peace.
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