Huh...Mono! Stay the hell away!

Yesterday, I went to my dad’s new house in Springfield with Audrey, and we picked up Stephanie on the way. I got to see her really cool creative writing project for a little bit. She’s got some serious skills, watch out world. We got there about an hour after we were supposed to, and Stephanie didn’t get online because we (Audrey) took so long, which I feel bad about. She’s A okay now. We spent sometime at my Dad’s and ate some ice cream. Awesome ice cream, if you’re an ice cream lover. Starbucks ice cream is awesome, especially in coffee ^_^. I tried to feel awake, but I didn’t get enough sleep last night. I’ve been needing a lot more sleep lately to feel alive during the day, otherwise, I’m running in auto through the day, not getting to notice the beauties of the day. Stephanie took some pictures, which I’m anxious to see, of the new place, including the hopelessly cute animals and great views that come with the package. I got one of me looking out over the land, which is cool. I want a copy, if I can get one. Once I get a camera, I’m going to make Stephanie my model, for any picture I need a model for. I want to get a manual camera, but developing isn’t something that I could do without tons of work. So I’ll end up getting a digital camera and just Photoshop-ing them. You can open them in the grey scale, which is black and white, and shit tons of grey shades you don’t get with RGB color format. Stephanie looks so pretty in black and white photos, and I’m not trying to say her pale skin makes the light reflect back in any weird way that would make any bad changes in the exposure. Her fair skin is so fucking beautiful, and she is fucking radiantly amazing looking in black and whites. I know from Photoshop and the grey scale, I’ll print one out for you to see Steph. The on of us at the mall, and It’s a damn good picture of us. I like how horribly real it is, and how I didn’t realize at the time I looked that bad; but regardless you said I looked good. I love you. What would I do without you Stephanie…VHAUT!?!? I don’t know what I’m doing today besides going out to eat with my dad and Audrey (before my dad has to leave for that two week trip), and make sure I tell him prom is a week from today, so I must get a dress, I mean suit…suit, yeah. And I want to look something like James Bond with that sumbitch on, if I’m paying a mass sum of money, but hopefully I’m going to get a discount. I think I will be able to; Brandy’s dad has always been a nice man. I’ve just been in a writing mood today, so many sentiments to express with Friday’s ambiance hung over me. I worked on the project only a little today in school. I think I’m going to brainstorm on this thing a little more, and since I haven’t really looked at my computer at home for files I want or burnt the CD yet, I’ll have some sweet time to spend conjuring up some good ideas. Next week is when I start the HTML and CSS writing. Oh I can already see the books on the desk… I hate doing tedious searching in the index. Oh well, I know I’ll get a good sense of accomplishment when I’m finally finished with this project. There’s no way I can fail if it turns out how I’m planning it to; the teacher won’t be able to. Well, It’s lunch time.

Peace.

Oh, and Korey has Mono, and he's in almost all of my classes, but luckily I don't feel tired or anything.

ascetic – n. - A person who renounces material comforts and leads a life of austere self-discipline, especially as an act of religious devotion.
somnambulist – n. - someone who walks about in their sleep.
shill - n : a decoy who acts as an enthusiastic customer in order to stimulate the participation of others.
Today’s words of the day.

Yes, you guessed it they’re all nouns somewhat relating to my dad so far, and my vocabulary from prior days this year. What’s truly funny is that I’m should have been a little more negative with more word choice because the senior—whom I found is a half-day student, thank God—who left all that trash on my keyboard and computer desk has left something new today, something hidden and wonderfully hidden at that; but nonetheless I’m leaving the words of the day as they are, because these are some ideas that have been on my lately. An ascetic is what I’ve been searching and working to become for a longevity lasting from when I was 11 or so until the present day, but it’s not something to pursue halfheartedly because you’d be wrong and incomplete in doing so, which is why I can’t even say I’ve come to a be an ascetic at all. I would like to consider myself someone whom doesn’t think material items are important, but that’s nearly impossible, being a citizen of this country and being yet another consumer in our consumer culture. It reminds me of Buddhism because monks do renounce material comforts and live life on a different plain of life, which, being who I am and from where I came from, I think it’s a boring life to live. Isn’t it? I mean, can you image living without your favorite movies, music, clothes, and food? It’d just be straight up lame as hell, although this is coming from someone born and raised in American consumer society. I’d hate not having a computer or anything of that sort. It’d just be completely and utterly lame as H-E-double-hockey-stick. (I’m reminded of the night at George’s place in his driveway when Stephanie and I said that hell thing at the same time, that’s a mantra if I’ve ever heard one.)

Oh I just had a good laugh, with pissed kitty talking about her “weird ass week”, as she calls, and how she would prefer to get killed by means of bouncy balls pelting. Quote un quote:

“
And last but not least, I almost got brained when a Hi-Bounce ball hit the passenger side of the Crankymobile. (Which is extremely silly, and unfortunately not available as a death sentence, along with electrocution or lethal injection, because I would definitely pick the stoning by happy rubber balls.)”

Happy rubber balls, I love them. She’s great.

Anyways continuing with my words of the day, and since I’ve spent a bit too the fucking hell much time on ascetic I’m going to sum up my thoughts on the other two words fairly fast-as-hell.

*somnambulist, yeah…. I think my little brothers are one of those, er something… kinda…

and last but most definitely not least. A shill, which makes me think of the annoying shaking you get when the wind blows it’s icy breath on the back of your neck, could be looked at in the same way we all look at testimonials on infomercials or Oprah magazines (Stephanie I love you more than I love fuzzy-no-noes of all kinds, but Oprah, please, pole-ease, are trying to kill me by warping my mind’s image of you and distorting my love to culmination and burial?) because testimonials can be decoys or fakes that are usually a little overzealous about whatever they’re giving their testimonial on to usually stimulate the others to participate; kind of like when you tell all my potential customer passer-bys on the corner that I’m a good fuck, and they are completely stimulated into purchasing a timeslot in my slot—I can’t believe I just said that. ::cringe:: ::makes panning jaw movements:: ewwwwy ::almost a bitter beer face.

Oh god, Depeche Mode reminds me of the wedding singer with Adam Sandler, even though I’m almost certain he doesn’t play any of their songs throughout the movie. Just reminds of that guy that kind of looks like a girl. “words are very, unnecessary, they can only do harm.” They’ve got some nice lyrics though, concise and pithy.

drollery - n 1: a comic incident or series of incidents.
There’s a word of more relevance to my day so far than any other for so many reasons.

Actually this deserves a little something special like a title.

The Senior Drollery

That senior that left heaps of trash on my keyboard and desk has struck again, striking my cup holder that doubles as a CD drive (very nice capability.) Since this dude can’t be a man and just clean up after himself...wait…do men do that?...Anyways, this wannabe douche master is still holding a grudge that I told the teacher; I’m assuming this from the very concise note he left on the Kid Rock CD in my cup holder, “fuck you.” I figure this means he’s still pretty pissed, awe poor guy, he had to learn his lesson regardless, and that lesson was:

Indian respect 101

(it goes something like this, but I’m not too sure, I’d have to look it up in the Uber Curry Indian handbook of American discipline.)

Don’t fuck with the Indian power or you’ll have to clean up a big mess, thank you, come again.

Hmmm, all the rules end with that phrase, “thank you, come again.” Well I guess that explains a lot…Anyhow, I was mumbling to myself as I sat down at my clean computer desk, “wow, this is pretty nice.” And Mr. Rose butted in saying, “Yeah, he was really angry when I told him that he had to clean up his mess.”

“Well, I’m sure that guy hates me now, he’ll beat me up if he sees me, so can we just keep me anonymous and on whole thing on DL.”

“He’s not a big guy or anything, but he’s one of those guys that would try to beat someone up over something like this.”

“Great…Thanks, on that note, if I’m out for a few days, you know where I am.

No, NO, I can run pretty fast anyways.”