Saturday, June 16, 2001
I got soap shoes I got soap shoes I got soap shoes!!
I've been after these for a LONG time, and I finally picked up a pair today! And after a full day of grinding and learning the ropes I've only one bruise to show for my troubles. (right on the shin) I'll post a picture or two of them once I get home! That was my big thrill of the day. The only thing throwing a damper on my otherwise high spirits is that were I at home in Kamloops, I'd be at a massive toga party right now, with tons of people. Damn it all. Of course the first organized party in SO long would be the one weekend I go away. *SIGH*
Oh well. Nothing I can do about it.
SOAPSHOESSOAPSHOESSOAPSHOESSOAPSHOES!!
:)
I've been after these for a LONG time, and I finally picked up a pair today! And after a full day of grinding and learning the ropes I've only one bruise to show for my troubles. (right on the shin) I'll post a picture or two of them once I get home! That was my big thrill of the day. The only thing throwing a damper on my otherwise high spirits is that were I at home in Kamloops, I'd be at a massive toga party right now, with tons of people. Damn it all. Of course the first organized party in SO long would be the one weekend I go away. *SIGH*
Oh well. Nothing I can do about it.
SOAPSHOESSOAPSHOESSOAPSHOESSOAPSHOES!!
:)
Friday, June 15, 2001
Okay, know what cartoon RULES? SPY GROOVE! The main characters are two hip spy-guys (complete with business cards that say "Occupation: Spy") that travel around and foil evil plans with wicked gadgets and hilarious commentary. Oh yeah, and their names are Agent 1 and Agent 2. They've been attacked by killer robot sea monkeys, man-eating ferocious porpoises (who they befriended because agent 2 happened to speak porpoise), and Agent 1 was wrapped naked in a gradually tightening sushi wrap with 9 naked kidnapped supermodels. His solution? Squirm and "get to know one another better" so that they'd be slippery enough to pop out. Hmm...
Anyways, it's a wicked show, it's got a Dexter's Laboratory-ish art feel to it, very modern for sure. But it still looks awesome.
On a less jovial note, I can't stand hospitals. They're so cold and sterile, sad and lonely. We came to Vancouver to visit my Grandma, who suffered a stroke recently (and is recovering, so that's good), but it's so sad to see the other people who aren't just in there for a short-term time. It's really disheartening.
And now once again on a more positive note! hope everyone that's graduating is enjoying (or has enjoyed) their final days of high school.
There's currently two kinds of shoes I'm gonna be looking for in the next couple days - both gimmicky. What shoes? Soap Shoes and Heelys.
Anyways, it's a wicked show, it's got a Dexter's Laboratory-ish art feel to it, very modern for sure. But it still looks awesome.
On a less jovial note, I can't stand hospitals. They're so cold and sterile, sad and lonely. We came to Vancouver to visit my Grandma, who suffered a stroke recently (and is recovering, so that's good), but it's so sad to see the other people who aren't just in there for a short-term time. It's really disheartening.
And now once again on a more positive note! hope everyone that's graduating is enjoying (or has enjoyed) their final days of high school.
There's currently two kinds of shoes I'm gonna be looking for in the next couple days - both gimmicky. What shoes? Soap Shoes and Heelys.
21 minutes to get ready for a weekend jaunt to Vancouver, and I've got...nothing ready. Huh. Big surprise. Plus college forms to fill out, course registration and whatnot, four or five page layouts to be finished by monday for my ad commision thing, plus the elementary school's website...and of course The Drink.
I feel a migraine coming on. oh, and of course looking for a job. This will be real fun once that's added on to the list! Aaagh.
I feel a migraine coming on. oh, and of course looking for a job. This will be real fun once that's added on to the list! Aaagh.
Wednesday, June 13, 2001
Wow, a bunch of things!
First off - new keyboard! Yes! Now I can type without constantly having to check if all the letters actually showed up onscreen.
MYSTERY, ALASKA
The movie gods must have been smiling upon me. Russell Crowe - AND hockey? MAN! Crowe gets pissed off at someone in the movie, and nails him over the boards...heck, that was better than the fight scenes in Gladiator! (well, not really - but you know what I mean.) And of course, he's the only one to get bloodied and bear battle scars. Oh and of course he's the captain. :)
I've been listening to the new Blink 182 album, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket, and it's alright. Definitely getting more pop-ish, which is not good. But it's okay, some good songs. Haven't listened to it enough yet to really judge it.
And I've also been listening to a CLASSIC from the past...all kids of my generation should know it. Download it here.
First off - new keyboard! Yes! Now I can type without constantly having to check if all the letters actually showed up onscreen.
MYSTERY, ALASKA
The movie gods must have been smiling upon me. Russell Crowe - AND hockey? MAN! Crowe gets pissed off at someone in the movie, and nails him over the boards...heck, that was better than the fight scenes in Gladiator! (well, not really - but you know what I mean.) And of course, he's the only one to get bloodied and bear battle scars. Oh and of course he's the captain. :)
I've been listening to the new Blink 182 album, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket, and it's alright. Definitely getting more pop-ish, which is not good. But it's okay, some good songs. Haven't listened to it enough yet to really judge it.
And I've also been listening to a CLASSIC from the past...all kids of my generation should know it. Download it here.
Tuesday, June 12, 2001
The best thing a friend can do is be a friend.
Teamwork is the road to success.
Follow your heart to follow your dreams.
Nice, motivational stuff, huh. These were on the wall of the Boys and Girls club, where I had a job interview today. And then, in the other corner of the room, there's an arcade game. What's it called?
SLAP FIGHT.
Teamwork is the road to success.
Follow your heart to follow your dreams.
Nice, motivational stuff, huh. These were on the wall of the Boys and Girls club, where I had a job interview today. And then, in the other corner of the room, there's an arcade game. What's it called?
SLAP FIGHT.
Mom and Dad they quite don't understand it
All the kids they laugh as if they planned it
Why do girls want to pierce their nose
And walk around in torn pantyhose
oh yeah
I like the ones who say they listen to the punk rock
I like the kids who fight against how they were brought up
They hate the trends and think it's fucked to care
It's cool when they piss people off with what they wear
oh yeah
So give me one good reason
Why we need to be like them
Kids will have fun and offend
They don't want to and don't fit in
Hate the jocks, the preps, the hippie-fuckin' scumbags
Heavy-metalers with their awful, pussy hair bands
Counting seconds until we can get away
Ditchin' school almost every single day
oh yeah
So give me one good reason
Why we need to be like them
Kids will have fun and offend
They don't want to and don't fit in
"Give Me One Good Reason" - Blink 182, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
All the kids they laugh as if they planned it
Why do girls want to pierce their nose
And walk around in torn pantyhose
oh yeah
I like the ones who say they listen to the punk rock
I like the kids who fight against how they were brought up
They hate the trends and think it's fucked to care
It's cool when they piss people off with what they wear
oh yeah
So give me one good reason
Why we need to be like them
Kids will have fun and offend
They don't want to and don't fit in
Hate the jocks, the preps, the hippie-fuckin' scumbags
Heavy-metalers with their awful, pussy hair bands
Counting seconds until we can get away
Ditchin' school almost every single day
oh yeah
So give me one good reason
Why we need to be like them
Kids will have fun and offend
They don't want to and don't fit in
"Give Me One Good Reason" - Blink 182, Take Off Your Pants And Jacket
Monday, June 11, 2001
Wayside School is Falling Down #2 (written by Louis Sachar)
Mark Miller
Mrs. Jewls rang her cowbell. "I would like you to meet Mark Miller," she said. "He and his family just moved here all the way from Magadonia!"
Everybody stared at the new kid.
He stood in front of the room. His knees were shaking.
He hated having to stand in front of the class. It was as if Mrs. Jewls had brought him in for show-and-tell. He felt like some kind of weirdo. He just wanted to sit at a desk and be like everybody else.
But worst of all, his name wasn't Mark Miller.
He was Benjamin Nushmutt. And he had moved from Hempleton, not Magadonia.
But he was too scared to mention that to Mrs. Jewls. He was afraid to correct a teacher.
"Why don't you tell the class a little bit about yourself, Mark?" suggested Mrs. Jewls.
Benjamin didn't know what to say. He wished he really was Mark Miller. Mark Miller wouldn't be scared, he thought. He'd probably have lots to say. Everyone would like him. Nobody would think Mark Miller was weird.
"Well, I guess we'd better find you a place to sit" said Mrs. Jewls.
She put him at the empty desk between Todd and Bebe.
"Hi, Mark," said Todd. "I'm Todd. You'll like Mrs. Jewls. She's the nicest teacher in the school."
"Todd, no talking," said Mrs. Jewls. "Go write your name on the blackboard under the word DISCIPLINE."
"Hi, Mark," said Bebe. "I'm Bebe Gunn."
"Hi," Benjamin said quietly.
He decided he'd have to tell Mrs. Jewls his real name at recess. He cringed. He didn't know why, but for some reason he had trouble saying his own name.
"And what's your name, little boy?" an adult would ask him.
"Benjamin Nushmutt," he'd answer.
"What?"
"BENjamin NUSHmutt."
"What?"
"Ben-Ja-Min Nush-Mutt."
"What?"
"BenjaMIN NushMUTT!"
"What?"
"Benjamin Nushmutt."
"Oh, nice to meet you, Benjamin."
He never knew what it was that made the person suddenly understand.
When the bell rang for recess, everyone charged out of the room. Benjamin slowly walked to Mrs. Jewls's desk. Somehow, he had to tell her.
Mrs. Jewls was sorting papers. "Oh, hello, Mark," she said. "How are you enjoying the class so far?"
"Fine," said Benjamin.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," said Mrs. Jewls.
Benjamin shrugged, then walked out of the room. If I had told her my name, she would have thought I was weird for not telling her sooner, he realized.
He stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. Recess was only ten minutes long. It didn't seem worth it to go all the way down and then come all the way back up. He didn't have any friends down there anyway.
He had never been more unhappy in his whole life.
He sat on the top step. "Mark Miller," he said out loud. It was an easy name to say. Mark Miller probably would have made lots of friends by now, he thought.
Suddenly he heard a low rumble. Then the stairs began to shake. It felt like an earthquake! This whole stupid school is going to fall over, he thought. He put his head between his knees.
The rumbling got worse. I'm going to die and nobody will even know who I am, he worried. The new kid. Mark Miller. The weirdo!
But it wasn't an earthquake. It was just all the kids running back up the stairs.
"Hey, Mark, why are you sitting that way?" asked Deedee.
"You look funny," said Ron.
Benjamin looked up.
"How come you weren't at recess?" asked Jason. "We looked everywhere for you."
"Couldn't you find the playground?" asked Calvin.
"It's just straight down," said Bebe. "You can't miss it."
"But don't go in the basement," warned Sharie. "Whatever you do, don't go in the basement."
"We'll go down together at lunch," said Todd. "That way you won't get lost."
Benjamin smiled. He was glad everyone seemed to like him. Or at least they liked Mark Miller. He wondered if they'd like Benjamin Nushmutt too.
"The bell has rung!" said Mrs. Jewls, standing in the doorway. "Now, everyone get inside." She made Todd put a check next to his name on the board for being late.
Mrs. Jewls handed a stack of work sheets to Dameon and asked him to pass them out to the rest of the class.
Benjamin looked at his work sheet. At the top right corner there was a place to put his name. He didn't know which name to put there, Mark Miller or Benjamin Nushmutt.
He left it blank and started working on the first problem.
Louis, the yard teacher, entered the room carrying a white paper sack. "Benjamin forgot his lunch," he said. "His mother just brought it."
"Who?" asked Mrs. Jewls.
"Benjamin," said Louis.
"There's no Benjamin in my class," said Mrs. Jewls.
"Are you sure?" asked Louis. "It looks like a good lunch."
"I know the names of the children in my class!" Mrs. Jewls said indignantly.
"Well, I'll just leave it here until I figure it out," said Louis. He left the lunch on Mrs. Jewls's desk and walked out of the room.
Benjamin frowned. He looked at the white paper sack on Mrs. Jewls's desk. He couldn't tell Mrs. Jewls his real name now. She'd think he was making it up just to get a free lunch.
He wrote Mark Miller at the top of his work sheet.
But one of these days, he knew, he'd have to tell her his real name.
Mark Miller
Mrs. Jewls rang her cowbell. "I would like you to meet Mark Miller," she said. "He and his family just moved here all the way from Magadonia!"
Everybody stared at the new kid.
He stood in front of the room. His knees were shaking.
He hated having to stand in front of the class. It was as if Mrs. Jewls had brought him in for show-and-tell. He felt like some kind of weirdo. He just wanted to sit at a desk and be like everybody else.
But worst of all, his name wasn't Mark Miller.
He was Benjamin Nushmutt. And he had moved from Hempleton, not Magadonia.
But he was too scared to mention that to Mrs. Jewls. He was afraid to correct a teacher.
"Why don't you tell the class a little bit about yourself, Mark?" suggested Mrs. Jewls.
Benjamin didn't know what to say. He wished he really was Mark Miller. Mark Miller wouldn't be scared, he thought. He'd probably have lots to say. Everyone would like him. Nobody would think Mark Miller was weird.
"Well, I guess we'd better find you a place to sit" said Mrs. Jewls.
She put him at the empty desk between Todd and Bebe.
"Hi, Mark," said Todd. "I'm Todd. You'll like Mrs. Jewls. She's the nicest teacher in the school."
"Todd, no talking," said Mrs. Jewls. "Go write your name on the blackboard under the word DISCIPLINE."
"Hi, Mark," said Bebe. "I'm Bebe Gunn."
"Hi," Benjamin said quietly.
He decided he'd have to tell Mrs. Jewls his real name at recess. He cringed. He didn't know why, but for some reason he had trouble saying his own name.
"And what's your name, little boy?" an adult would ask him.
"Benjamin Nushmutt," he'd answer.
"What?"
"BENjamin NUSHmutt."
"What?"
"Ben-Ja-Min Nush-Mutt."
"What?"
"BenjaMIN NushMUTT!"
"What?"
"Benjamin Nushmutt."
"Oh, nice to meet you, Benjamin."
He never knew what it was that made the person suddenly understand.
When the bell rang for recess, everyone charged out of the room. Benjamin slowly walked to Mrs. Jewls's desk. Somehow, he had to tell her.
Mrs. Jewls was sorting papers. "Oh, hello, Mark," she said. "How are you enjoying the class so far?"
"Fine," said Benjamin.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that," said Mrs. Jewls.
Benjamin shrugged, then walked out of the room. If I had told her my name, she would have thought I was weird for not telling her sooner, he realized.
He stood at the top of the stairs and looked down. Recess was only ten minutes long. It didn't seem worth it to go all the way down and then come all the way back up. He didn't have any friends down there anyway.
He had never been more unhappy in his whole life.
He sat on the top step. "Mark Miller," he said out loud. It was an easy name to say. Mark Miller probably would have made lots of friends by now, he thought.
Suddenly he heard a low rumble. Then the stairs began to shake. It felt like an earthquake! This whole stupid school is going to fall over, he thought. He put his head between his knees.
The rumbling got worse. I'm going to die and nobody will even know who I am, he worried. The new kid. Mark Miller. The weirdo!
But it wasn't an earthquake. It was just all the kids running back up the stairs.
"Hey, Mark, why are you sitting that way?" asked Deedee.
"You look funny," said Ron.
Benjamin looked up.
"How come you weren't at recess?" asked Jason. "We looked everywhere for you."
"Couldn't you find the playground?" asked Calvin.
"It's just straight down," said Bebe. "You can't miss it."
"But don't go in the basement," warned Sharie. "Whatever you do, don't go in the basement."
"We'll go down together at lunch," said Todd. "That way you won't get lost."
Benjamin smiled. He was glad everyone seemed to like him. Or at least they liked Mark Miller. He wondered if they'd like Benjamin Nushmutt too.
"The bell has rung!" said Mrs. Jewls, standing in the doorway. "Now, everyone get inside." She made Todd put a check next to his name on the board for being late.
Mrs. Jewls handed a stack of work sheets to Dameon and asked him to pass them out to the rest of the class.
Benjamin looked at his work sheet. At the top right corner there was a place to put his name. He didn't know which name to put there, Mark Miller or Benjamin Nushmutt.
He left it blank and started working on the first problem.
Louis, the yard teacher, entered the room carrying a white paper sack. "Benjamin forgot his lunch," he said. "His mother just brought it."
"Who?" asked Mrs. Jewls.
"Benjamin," said Louis.
"There's no Benjamin in my class," said Mrs. Jewls.
"Are you sure?" asked Louis. "It looks like a good lunch."
"I know the names of the children in my class!" Mrs. Jewls said indignantly.
"Well, I'll just leave it here until I figure it out," said Louis. He left the lunch on Mrs. Jewls's desk and walked out of the room.
Benjamin frowned. He looked at the white paper sack on Mrs. Jewls's desk. He couldn't tell Mrs. Jewls his real name now. She'd think he was making it up just to get a free lunch.
He wrote Mark Miller at the top of his work sheet.
But one of these days, he knew, he'd have to tell her his real name.
