tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30946432011-04-28T10:40:25.453-04:00LCHRandomness in its true form--not unintelligible, just inconsistent.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.comBlogger3131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-68440053400931061632007-11-28T12:24:00.000-05:002007-11-28T12:25:47.422-05:00An update from my last update. I have now changed blogs again, but I think this time it might be for good. Odd One Out: Reality with a refreshing slice of aspieValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1157315421202412652006-09-03T16:28:00.000-04:002006-09-03T16:34:10.696-04:00New DirectionI have decided to change blogs. I wanted to start blogging again, but I didn't want to have to completely revamp this one. So I just uprooted to a new location. It's called stoP And Inch North. Weird much?Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1157226218492059232006-09-02T15:38:00.000-04:002006-09-02T15:44:25.820-04:00NostalgicEvery now and then, I think about this place, just sitting here . . . doing nothing. It makes me sad, I guess. I mean, incredible as it seems, I started this blog back before 9/11. And since then, I have graduated high school, graduated college, written a book (currently being edited), made several lifelong friends, extended my horn range from 2 and a ½ octaves to 4 and a ½ octaves, Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1131311384768310942005-11-06T16:03:00.000-05:002005-11-06T16:09:44.776-05:00There was a point somewhere in my life where the phrase, "I'm thinking about taking my own life," took on another meaning beyond the self-centered one that I had previously known. For although I never heard the words out loud (personally or otherwise), they had always held a certain kind of charm for me.That is of course, until April 4th, 2005. My friend, really one of the only friends I had Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1081131607226487222004-04-04T22:19:00.000-04:002004-04-04T22:22:49.090-04:00Whatever You Do, Don't CLICK HEREValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1075261226472519012004-01-27T22:34:00.000-05:002004-01-27T22:44:42.623-05:00Have you ever felt like all of your creative juices have been sucked out by the weight of the world???
I swear, I haven't written poetry in over a year. I've been too busy with college and life . . . Life, now there's a funny thing. I didn't used to have one. Now? Now it's just very busy.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm a music major.
The rest of the time I'm just glad that music exists, Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1072994899558096472004-01-01T17:08:00.000-05:002004-01-01T18:16:16.186-05:00Creative Writing
Just a thought I want to try out . . .
The vine pressed into my arm. Its thick green leafiness had already cut bright red welts into my skin. I had been fighting it for the past half hour. It had me by the arms and the legs; and now it was trying to loop a strand around my neck. Sweat dripped into my eyes, for I was unable to lift my hand to wipe it away.
I noticed, with Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-1068175466633362412003-11-06T22:18:00.000-05:002003-11-06T22:24:24.700-05:00*gasps for air*
Geez, how long was I under? I wonder if this thing still works.
*pokes*
Perhaps, perhaps. I guess I won't find out until I post it though. Alas.
Oh btw, I'm a sophomore in college. I am a music education major with a concentration in instrumental.
Yes. I am very well aware that I'm insane.
Very.
Eh, what can you do? Follow your dreams? Sounds good to me. If you can Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-944655132003-05-16T15:23:00.000-04:002003-05-16T15:23:55.523-04:00Congratulations! You are Catwoman!
A little lawlessness never hurt anyone, right?Maybe not. Try to think about others more thanyourself, okay?
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-871711742003-01-09T11:37:00.000-05:002003-01-09T11:37:09.416-05:00January, Crazy
So, how goes all?
I happened to poking around looking at new blogs, when I came across this really odd one. It's called SeAmingly Undone CE. It's really an odd little blog. I'm interested in seeing where it's going to go with what it has.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-853036322002-11-30T15:31:00.000-05:002002-11-30T15:31:17.363-05:00It's Two Days After Thanksgiving
And here we are. Hi. I am now a music major. Wacky, huh?
CNN.com.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-832999572002-10-21T11:12:00.000-04:002002-10-21T11:12:29.430-04:00My Apologies
My apologies for not writing sooner. I am on Fall Break right now, and I finally access to a computer that will work Blogger. Oy.
I have eleven classes, 18 hours and I'm liking life. You?Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-806903812002-08-25T11:30:00.000-04:002002-08-25T11:30:36.380-04:00Just a quick update. I'm at school now. I'm on a friend's computer because my computer won't connect to the network. It's pissing me off. I can't say much, because I don't want to be a bother. So here's just a note. I'm fine, school's fine, and I think I'm an English major and music minor.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-802824632002-08-15T13:08:00.000-04:002002-08-16T10:37:12.000-04:00Drought
Don't you just love droughts? No? Me neither. Our county is going to have to declare a state of emergency, because our river has dried up. According to a paper around here, nearly half of the US is under moderate or extreme drought. It seems to be the worst drought for North Carolina.
This all seems to point to global warming. I mean, just look at China. They've been having majorValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-802587092002-08-14T23:09:00.000-04:002002-08-14T23:09:47.666-04:00Morbid Test 101
Looks like I just flunked too:
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Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-801974022002-08-13T15:22:00.000-04:002002-08-13T15:31:37.000-04:00More Roommate Stuff
Remember this post?. It was about my roommate from California. The weird, cool one.
Well, yesterday I found out that she apparently cancelled on going to Mars Hill. I found this out when my new roommate called me up.
Her name is Ashley and she lives in Stanley, North Carolina.
She is
a Cheerleader
a liker of country music
a disliker of rock and roll
I am
a Band Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-797152492002-08-01T22:32:00.000-04:002002-08-01T22:42:08.000-04:00Hotter'n Hell
Hell is seeming a bit chilly now compared to where I am. All you people out in the west complaining about your hot temps should come spend a week where I am. Heck, here it's 99 degrees and we've got to deal with the humidity on top of all those degrees. Gag.
So now that the temps are skyrocketing, we have this other problem to deal with as well. Apparently this entire area Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-796081752002-07-30T16:07:00.000-04:002002-07-30T16:08:23.000-04:00Hi There
Welcome to the website. It's nice to meet you. How are you doing? I'm just fine, thank you. Well, minus the fact that it's a FREAKING MILLION DEGREES OUTSIDE!!!!!! Other than that I'm just fine. Really!
I'm currently trying to teach myself to whistle through my teeth. I've always wanted to do one of those high pitched, really loud kind of whistles. I found out this afternoon Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-791922142002-07-20T13:34:00.000-04:002002-07-20T13:34:55.963-04:00I'm Trying Out Blogchalking
Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United States, Boiling Springs, Valerie, Female, 16-20!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-791901132002-07-20T12:10:00.000-04:002002-07-20T12:10:01.600-04:00Almost Like Old Times
I started this blog a year ago- nearly exactly. This site has gone through a few changes here and there (what site doesn't? Don't answer that).
The reason that it's almost like old times is that I'm trying something new on here. Two sitemeters might seem a bit much, but I'm trying to decide which one I like better. I'm also trying to figure out which one is more Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-791786372002-07-20T01:03:00.000-04:002002-07-20T01:07:46.000-04:00Val Humor
All I want to know is why does Val humor strike at 12:40ish am?
Hmm, perhaps that's the time that everything truly becomes funny. Perhaps?
Even the question made me start to laugh. So it'd be 12 AMish. Amish? See? Funny. Right. . . okay then.
But the original joke started like this. . .
~cue dreamy music~
(lol)
~cue foggy screen~
(takes glasses off)
See?
Fine, fine,Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-785726812002-07-04T23:43:00.000-04:002002-07-04T23:43:07.190-04:00I've Decided That God Really Exists
I have decided that God really exists.
I knew (kind of) that God existed before now, but not on any kind of definitive level.
Let me describe myself. I am prudent, pragmatic and a cynic. Not necessarily a good combination for believing in something that supposedly can't be seen, touched or heard.
If I had grown up in any other family, there is a good Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-777066952002-06-13T14:38:00.000-04:002002-06-13T14:38:50.986-04:00Dude!
which 80s hair band are you?
this quiz was made by colleen
On the other hand, I'd just like to say that I don't think it's right for someone to call themselves a Christian, but only come to church to play basketball.
That's just my input.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-776587012002-06-12T12:40:00.000-04:002002-06-12T12:44:23.000-04:00This Makes Me Mad
Yea! Let's guess Val's age! Um. . . is it 12? 13? How about 14?
Um, no. It's 18.
18? How could it be 18? You couldn't be a day over 14.
~rolls eyes~
Yup, I'm 18. The other day I went to the movies with my mom to see Star Wars. The lady at the ticket booth asked my mom if I was under 12.
It was sort of like, hmm. . . should I say I'm under 12 and get the Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-776242522002-06-11T16:56:00.000-04:002002-06-12T12:30:53.000-04:00Hi Again
22I act like I'm 22.This test was brought to you by Melissa - No, really.... Take it here.
Not bad. . . .Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-775036972002-06-08T13:26:00.000-04:002002-06-08T13:26:22.993-04:00Look At Me!
Alexa.com is seriously cool. You just put in a web address, and it finds it for you, along with how much traffic it is getting. Very neat.
This is a service that is owned by Amazon. You can also get a toolbar with it.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-772240972002-06-01T13:54:00.000-04:002002-06-01T14:21:53.000-04:00Well, Hell
Anyway. . . .
College is coming.
My mom and I agreed that what I could really use is a change of scenery. I mean, I've lived in this town since August of 1994. Sheesh.
This town, while nice, is not particularly exciting. The kids who grow up here tend to move away as fast as they possibly can. But lots of times, they (or others like them) will come back to raise their kids; Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-770507772002-05-28T00:29:00.000-04:002002-05-28T00:41:22.000-04:00New And Exciting
Well, maybe not exciting to you, but it is to me! Kind of . . .
I graduated from high school last Friday! Yay!
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I'm an adult? Weird, yes I know. I'm 18 and am graduated from high school. And I just found out who my roommate is going to be. Some girl from California. My mom bets she's a hippie. I bet she thinks Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-767114892002-05-18T23:37:00.000-04:002002-05-18T23:37:13.403-04:00Hell, I Know That It's About The Links
Okay, so I haven't updated in nearly a month. So what?
I don't have any links because I don't particularly care about the links right now. I just felt like getting on and talking, you know?
I just want to say one thing. I hate the past. People are always being so romantic and crap about the good ol' days and all that junk. It sucked back then, and itValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-756075032002-04-19T22:56:00.000-04:002002-04-19T22:57:24.000-04:00Technological Bill Of Rights?
These are certainly interesting days we live in.
You know why I like nowadays? I like the current time in this world, because it is interesting. Interesting.
Life is such a continuous routine. You get up, eat, sleep, work, talk, etc. Things happen over and over and over; until we don't even notice how incredibly dull everything really is. People get set Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-753939082002-04-14T14:35:00.000-04:002002-04-14T14:35:21.323-04:00I Think These Are Silly
Which Rocky character are you?
And I preached today btw, and everyone thought that I did a really good job. One lady even came up to me and said that she had a friend who writes speeches for the president of some college, and she thought that might be something I'd be really good at. Go fig, right?
BTW, I graduate May 24th. That's freaky. I'm happy, but that's Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-753757752002-04-13T22:37:00.000-04:002002-04-13T22:37:37.833-04:00Hi
If I were a sappy movie ballad, I would be Everything I Do
(I Do It For You) from Robin Hood: Prince of Theives
Inspiring tears in lovelorn 14 year olds across the globe,
I proclaim that every action taken be in the name of a loved one.
"That time I tripped down the stairs and broke my nose, that was
forValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-114399282002-04-03T23:33:00.000-05:002002-04-03T23:33:26.283-05:00From The Nine Enneagram Types, I Am . . ."
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And for the record, my list from most like to least like, reads like this: 6, 4, 8, 2, 3, 5, 9, 1, 7. Neat.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-112977412002-03-30T23:07:00.000-05:002002-03-30T23:07:04.253-05:00So What Happens In One Week?
What? You don't know? Only the coolest thing in the entire world!!! Okay, that might be a little much. :p
Okay, fine. I'll tell you. It's my birthday of course! My 18th birthday! This week also happens to be my Spring Break, which is very cool as well.
I can't write much, because we're getting up early to go to the Easter Sunrise service at my church. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-111472122002-03-26T15:46:00.000-05:002002-03-26T15:46:55.803-05:00You are Spaceman Spiff!Zounds! You are the intrepid Spaceman Spiff, the engaging explorer ensconsed in an unending universe of exotic and evil extraterrestrials! You're brave, but you should give that dictionary a rest.Take the What Calvin are You? Quiz by contessina_2000@yahoo.com!
I had almost decided to give these up, but I love Calvin and Hobbes! :)Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-110410082002-03-23T12:15:00.000-05:002002-03-23T13:54:37.000-05:00Spread The News, We Need To Join In The BOYCOTT Against Starbucks!
Starbuck threatened to sue Backwash.com for linking to them. Get more information here, and tell them what you think! Don't drink Starbucks! Tell all your online and real life friends! Spread the news!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-108576492002-03-18T09:21:00.000-05:002002-03-18T09:21:44.326-05:00And Now It's Cold
Kind of, anyway. My mom was in Canada from Wednesday-Sunday. She said that it felt like this up there. I sort of laughed at her because she missed the really warm weather. Oh, and did I mention that it's cold and damp?
I'm off today. I think that it was a built-in snow day or something. We were supposed to be off Friday as well, but as a built-in snow day, it actually Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-108061872002-03-16T17:28:00.000-05:002002-03-16T17:28:35.503-05:00It's Friggin Hot
Okay, so I don't go much out on weekends. What can I say? I like sleep and the computer and movies. And I'm always short on all three of things during the week. So I get to do stuff that I want. It's nice.
I went outside for the purpose of achieving #3, movies. I went to rent movies. The second that I stepped out of the house, I thought to myself, "My gosh, it's friggin Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-107186152002-03-13T22:49:00.000-05:002002-03-13T22:50:06.000-05:00It Could Be Possible That I'm Not Getting Enough Sleep
This morning when I woke up, I noticed that the ground was wet. Okay, so it rained. Great.
Then I happened to talk to my mom. She said to me, "Oh by the way, I unplugged the computer because of the giant thunderstorm last night."
Erm, what giant thunderstorm?
According to my friends, it was huge. This one girl said that she thought itValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-106313232002-03-11T17:09:00.000-05:002002-03-11T17:09:54.473-05:00So Here We Are
6 months today. It doesn't hurt so bad now. The sun is shining. I'm listening to music. It doesn't even make me cry anymore.
Personally, I want to see what happens on September 11th, 2002. Then I want to see what happens the next year and the next. On September 11th, 2011, that will be the 10 anniversary. There will be kids around who were born after the attacks. They Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-106060892002-03-10T23:18:00.000-05:002002-03-10T23:21:31.000-05:00Tomorrow
Tomorrow will be the 6 month anniversary of the September 11th attacks.
I thought I'd mention that to you. You know, in case you somehow forgot. In case you managed to put it behind you and ignore it, just like everyone else around here. You know, just in case that might have happened.
I watched the CBS documentary on it tonight. 2 hours of the stuff. Inside the World Trade Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-105610232002-03-09T12:31:00.000-05:002002-03-09T12:31:07.886-05:00My Birthday Is Coming Up
That whole 18 year old thing is coming. April 6th in fact. Funky.
You know, when I was a kid, the age I most wanted to be was 12. 12 sounded like such a cool age. A big 12-year old. 11 sounds young, and 13 is always the early stupid teen age. Teenybopper? Bleah. 14 sounded pretty cool, just because it wasn't 13, but 12 was always the best. Well, in my mind Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-103162992002-03-02T21:16:00.000-05:002002-03-02T21:16:01.410-05:00Bows Head
Okay, it's true. I haven't updated in a while. Sorry.
Do I have a reason? Yes. Do I have a good reason? That depends on what you consider a good reason.
I have recently found myself at MSN.com. More specifically, the games at MSN. Is that a good enough reason? Erm, you can decide.
So you know that most of generation are the supposedly lazy types, right? TV generation. WeValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-100493222002-02-23T17:56:00.000-05:002002-02-23T17:56:40.900-05:00I am Ludo! People just don't understand me. I'm a sweetheart who loves making friends - even with rocks, but I seem like a monster. Once people get to know the real me, they just can't help but love me.
Take the "Which Labyrinth character are you most like?" quiz by smarmy
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-100268862002-02-22T22:53:00.000-05:002002-02-22T22:53:48.790-05:00
I am ERNIE.
Everyone loves to hang out with me.Which Sesame Street Character Are You?
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-98344232002-02-17T22:35:00.000-05:002002-02-17T22:35:37.270-05:00Weird Stuff
So I had some weird dreams last night. I can only remember one of the dreams, but it was freaky. That's probably why I remembered it. :p
I dreamed that half of the world blew up.
Yeah, that's a weird sentence. I think that in my dream it didn't really blow up; everything just turned into molten lava. In other words, everyone died.
The other part of the dream, connected Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-98051942002-02-16T23:36:00.000-05:002002-02-16T23:36:34.156-05:00Well, Things Aren't So Bad
Not for me, anyway. I'm tired. I feel fine. Well, my throat hurts a little, but that's all.
I didn't think about Sept. 11th on Feb. 11th; even though it was the 5 month anniversary. I didn't think about it at all. That's good. I mean, it's not good to forget it completely. It's just good to be able to get back on the horse of life. Sometimes it throws you. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-97796202002-02-15T22:41:00.000-05:002002-02-15T22:51:49.000-05:00So As The World Seems To Me
So as the world seems to me, a lot of things are sort of pointless. Like some theories in math or science. Oh we can't see them, but they're out there. So what? What do they do? Oh, well they help us solve this other meaningless equation. Blaspheme to all mathematicians. Sorry Kev!
And then there's the whole problem of being PC. Also, we have the problem of Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-95600472002-02-09T19:14:00.000-05:002002-02-09T19:14:02.413-05:00My Ears Are Stopped Up
But that's not the problem. The problem is that I seem to be coming up with this weird stuff all the time. Thoughts? Junk in throat? Dreams? Um, yes to all of the above.
So what's the problem? Too many questions, too little time. And yet, you sit in your chair, staring out the window or the floor or at the road and think, "Is this all there is?" And it seems to beValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-95259012002-02-08T15:34:00.000-05:002002-02-08T15:34:39.736-05:00It's Not To Say That I Don't Have Anything To Say. . .
. . . it's just that I can't put it on here. Too many people could potentially find out, so I don't want to write about it until I graduate. :p
It's sort of like that time I accidentally smacked my driver's ed teacher in the head. I was just going by where he sat, and I was going to pretend like I was going to smack him. You know, a Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-93862392002-02-04T22:35:00.000-05:002002-02-04T22:35:56.240-05:00This Is Just Really Odd
I don't post anything for about 4 days, but yet I have more hits than when I do post things. Sheesh.
Okay, so everyone has been on a message board, right? If not, you are STRANGER than me. And I can say that because this is my website.
Alright, I'm assuming that everyone has been on a message board. Assuming is bad, because it makes an ASS out of U and ME. See?
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-92486712002-01-31T18:27:00.000-05:002002-01-31T18:27:13.176-05:00So, How's Your Life?
Some people change the subject by saying, "How about them Cowboys?", ie: my mom.
I just say "So, how's your life?" when things are getting weird on the ol' Internet.
Imagine if you were stuck in an airline toilet for 2+ hours. It'd suck, right? Heeheehee.
This lady sure knows that it sucks. Heeheehee. Feel sorry for her. And laugh.
So, how's your life?Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-92070782002-01-30T16:16:00.000-05:002002-01-30T16:16:57.643-05:00New Year's Resolutions
Yeah, they're a little late, I know. Oh but first:
Jish asked me to say HI! to my webloggers webring neighbours.
» to the left of me: .::Cerebral Brie::. Brain Cheese with a side of Mental Fries.
» to the right of me: Oddsocks: When blogs go bad.
So hi.
Anyway, my resolutions. Funny, it took me a really long time to think these up, and there's only two.
No more Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-91781222002-01-29T20:28:00.000-05:002002-01-29T20:28:19.900-05:00So I Don't Get On The Internet For 5 Days, And Suddenly It All Changes
Weird.
Well, this weekend I was at All District Band. I was around my band director all weekend. That was very interesting, let me assure you. I was around him from 6:30 am Friday morning, all the way up to Saturday afternoon. It was fun.
I have to watch the State of the Union Address tonight (bleah). I have to watch Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-89774572002-01-23T15:52:00.000-05:002002-01-23T16:04:52.000-05:00Vote for Backwash!
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-89502202002-01-22T20:15:00.000-05:002002-01-22T20:15:17.550-05:00Homework
It's the last semester of the last year of my high school career. Yet for some reason, I chose classes that require homework to pass them. Hmm. There's something infinitely wrong with that.
Tonight, at least, won't be that strenuous. I have to draw an old boot for Art 1, and do some translating. Translating, no problem. Boot, problem. I don't even have an old boot. I have a Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-88838782002-01-20T21:01:00.000-05:002002-01-20T21:01:57.380-05:00Things That Piss Me Off
I'd say, among other things at least, that when you type out a really good post (and you know it's good), but then it disappears. That pisses me off.
So maybe I'll get all of what I had back, and maybe not. We'll just have to see.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-88450742002-01-19T11:30:00.000-05:002002-01-19T11:30:55.870-05:00Personality Tests
Personally, I like personality tests. Heh. I noticed recently that they are becoming more numerous with each passing day. Where can they all be coming from? Here's another that I recently came upon through the wonderful help of Backwash:
Which Internal Organ are you? Find out at willaston's lounge!
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-88242642002-01-18T15:55:00.000-05:002002-01-18T15:55:38.850-05:00Or. . .
I am Pacman.
I am an aggressive sort of personality, out to get what I can, when I can. I prefer to avoid confrontation, but sometimes when it's called for, I can be a powerful character. I tend to be afflicted with munchies constantly. What Video Game Character Are You?
I tied between the two.
You know what? As of yesterday, our microwave decided that it didn't want to work anymoreValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-88241822002-01-18T15:52:00.000-05:002002-01-18T15:52:30.096-05:00
I am a Thrust-ship.
I am small and tricky - where you think I am, I probably am not. I can work very fast, but I tend to go about things in a round about way, which often leaves me effectively standing still. I hate rocks. Bloody rocks. What Video Game Character Are You?
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-87579502002-01-16T16:24:00.000-05:002002-01-16T16:25:42.000-05:00Hi
Which drink are you?
Hey, you know what? I got a date to the prom! And I made All District Band! Whoo hoo! All in the same week too. And I love my schedule. It's just so awesome. I really like almost all of my classes. Even 0 period isn't that bad (being at 7:05 am). Minus that thing with my Music Minister, I had a pretty good week.
That thing with my Music Minister is very Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-86060112002-01-11T14:47:00.000-05:002002-01-11T14:47:56.806-05:00I Just Found A Whole Lot Of Cool Stuff
Did you know that if you put "lastcrazyhorn" into Google you get stuff about me on the first page?
Look at this. It's statistics from the Blogger chatroom. That's me! That's me!Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-85868512002-01-10T22:24:00.000-05:002002-01-14T21:05:36.000-05:00So, I Couldn't Post Here Last Night
When I came on, Blogger was then having problems with publishing.
I just got finished watching Survivor. I'm not going to say who won, on the off chance they haven't shown it where you are. Let's just say that I sort of half expected it.
I never told you, but If you want to find out if I became a columnist at Backwash, just e-mail me.
So it's late at Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84700072002-01-06T21:24:00.000-05:002002-01-06T21:26:40.000-05:00I Saw The Clock And I Froze
You might have guessed it. It was 9:11 pm and I was watching The X-Files. Or at least that crap that passes for the X-Files nowadays.
9:11. Time froze. I couldn't breathe. I remembered being there when the T.V. was switched on and everything was thrown into chaos. It felt like that day. My insides froze and I couldn't breathe. The first image that I remember Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84421432002-01-05T19:31:00.000-05:002002-01-05T19:31:13.346-05:00Life Is Continuously Strange
Just not around where I live.
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84239842002-01-05T00:01:00.000-05:002002-01-05T00:04:08.000-05:00And The List Continues
Look, I didn't mean any disrespect with that CRAP idea. It was a crap idea. I was just using it as an example.
Also, don't get mad at me for trying to finally put a sort of hold/end/control of the madness to what happen with The Attacks.
Listen, I don't swear except for when I'm stressed or mad. But I am tired of all of this shit.
It goes on and on and on. I Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84214792002-01-04T22:15:00.000-05:002002-01-04T22:19:19.000-05:00Words That Make Me Think Of The Attacks On The WTC
BTW, referring to the attacks as anything like 9/11 or 911 is not allowed on this blog anymore. It's just The Attacks. In italics. Okay.
Things that make me think of The Attacks are:
Bruce Willis- Why? Because I was watching Pulp Fiction. It made me think of The Fifth Element, because he was riding in a cab. That made me think of the Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84187852002-01-04T20:18:00.000-05:002002-01-04T20:18:15.913-05:00It Needs A New Name
September 11th. 9/11. 911. I hate those names. I hate 'em all.
If we have to live with it for the rest of our lives, we need a better name for it.
The Day The World Fell Apart? Well, it didn't completely, just America.
I know what we need! An acronym. Like CRAP or something.
Any suggestions? No? Hmm.
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84177812002-01-04T19:32:00.000-05:002002-01-04T19:32:36.050-05:00I Did It
No, not sex. You dirty minded people. J/k.
I sent in my application to Backwash. They said that they'd respond in 48 hours. It has been. . .3 hours and 26 minutes. (I wrote this at 7:29 pm). It's driving me nuts. I read through some more columns that I had missed before. I think that I could definitely do this if they accept me. Oh please let them accept me.
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-84078922002-01-04T12:45:00.000-05:002002-01-04T12:45:52.903-05:00Okay I Haven't Applied To Backwash Yet
I've been rethinking that course of action. It's not that I'm planning on not doing it at all. . .it's just that I can't think of a good 5-7 word description or a name.
Yeah, that's a really nice holdup. You're probably thinking that I'm being wimpy. On the other hand, you're probably thinking something along the lines of, "Thank goodness she's not Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83706222002-01-03T06:26:00.000-05:002002-01-03T06:27:09.000-05:00Oh The Weather Outside Is Frightful. . .
But inside it's so delightful. . .well, not really. It's kind of chilly in here right now. I'm wearing long johns with a tee-shirt and a sweatshirt and a pair of pants over them, and I'm shivering.
It's still snowing. It's 23 degrees (F). Cleveland County Schools are closed for students and teachers. That means that I'm staying home. Good. If theyValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83610822002-01-02T21:41:00.000-05:002002-01-02T21:41:59.836-05:00Always One Step Off
I think I'm going to send in my application to Backwash. And I think I'm going to use that as my name.
So wish me luck. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83598322002-01-02T20:56:00.000-05:002002-01-02T20:56:57.833-05:00So Now It Actually Is Snowing
Well, it's more of "wintery mix." It started with sleet. It's still sleeting, but it's snowing too. The ground is starting to cover up a bit now, but not the roads.
I'm looking outside right now. It looks like a million diamonds just floating to the ground. It doesn't snow very often here. I suppose that's good too. If it did, I'd get tired of it and not Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83558362002-01-02T18:13:00.000-05:002002-01-02T18:22:31.000-05:00Good Grief
For one thing, don't get mixed up with guys who are into things like robbery and kidnapping. This girl, "April Abercrombie" (that sounds fake), had her ears cut off with a steak knife. Guess who did it. Her boyfriend. Yep, that's a healthy relationship.
The guy who found her said that she had her arms around her head and that blood was streaming out. He asked her what was Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83467752002-01-02T12:18:00.000-05:002002-01-02T12:18:11.616-05:00It's Supposed To Snow Here Tonight
I've heard anything from 1-6 inches. It just depends on which way it goes. You can't even get on Weather.com right now. They send you to an overflow page. Eh. Just go to Wunderground. They aren't as busy.
Right now it is about 20-something (F) outside. It's kind of funny actually. Around here, whenever it even looks like it might snow, there's a run Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83238602002-01-01T15:32:00.000-05:002002-01-01T15:32:55.946-05:00My Head Has Now Been Reattached To My Shoulders
Right then. That was a very odd experience last night. Very odd.
I had the strangest dream last night. I dreamed that they had to amputate part of my right leg for some reason or another. But the weirder thing was this: they let me keep the amputated leg. So part of the time I got along on a prosthesis. The rest of the time I wore my old Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83127132002-01-01T01:07:00.000-05:002002-01-01T01:07:55.096-05:00I Think It Is Safe To Say That I Am A Little Tipsy
A feat that my brother would be proud of.
But right now, I feel like everything is out of focus, and I'm floating off into God knows what. Once again, Happy New Year. Ta.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83118082002-01-01T00:11:00.000-05:002002-01-01T00:11:17.646-05:00Yay! It's 2002!
Well, at least where I am it is. The ball just dropped. And as my mom said, "Hey, Dick Clark is still alive!"
So that's it. Time to go to bed.
No? Time to drink champagne and stay up late? Hmm. Well, if you insist. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83022402001-12-31T14:36:00.000-05:002001-12-31T14:36:00.466-05:00
Take the Which Beatle Are You? Quiz.
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-83006232001-12-31T13:16:00.000-05:002001-12-31T13:17:43.000-05:002002 Is Just Around The Corner
Many important things are going to happen in 2002. Some of them we know about; others we don't. For example, I will (God willing) graduate in May of 2002. I think I will. Better yet, I know I will. Also, I will turn 18 on April 6th, 2002. I will also start my freshmen year at Mars Hill College. Yes, I know. I've heard all the jokes.
The beginning of the Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-82597282001-12-29T16:31:00.000-05:002001-12-30T15:35:30.000-05:00I Decided To Act Like A Complete Kid Today
And last night as well. Last night I raced matchbox cars. Today, I'm building offices for my lego people. It's all very interesting, trust me. And messy. Very messy.
Did I ever mention that I talk to myself? Well, I talk to my lego people too. As well as my stuffed animals. And my matchbox cars.
My mom says that I have always been very Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-82363882001-12-28T14:27:00.000-05:002001-12-28T14:31:22.000-05:00Hey, On Bloghop. . .
On their best blogs list, I am on page 19. Now, that doesn't sound that big of a deal, but it's not that bad. Especially since this is a list that involves 67 pages. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-82360042001-12-28T14:09:00.000-05:002001-12-28T14:09:01.420-05:00Ultimate Question
When you die, would you rather be forgotten, or be remembered because everyone hated you so much? Be forgotten forever, or be dead but hated? Which would you choose?
Sometimes, I just want to be free. Free of everything. Of all constraints. Morals, walls, conscience, friends, parents. . . whatever. I just want to fly free. Left alone in my own daydreams. I wish my Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-82350382001-12-28T13:26:00.000-05:002001-12-28T13:29:10.000-05:00A Whole World Is Growing Up Separate From The Rest Of Us
The Internet society is really a separate people. A different world that has different ideas and goals and prospects and worries and everything. I'm not into it enough to be able to reliably decipher its language. That, is the numbers and letters and weird computer signs that have turned into another language of its own. I'm not that Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-82007702001-12-26T23:38:00.000-05:002001-12-26T23:38:48.306-05:00Drat
Well, the question that I was thinking about recently is of course, "Why am I so weird?" It's sort of simple, but at the same time, it's rather complicated.
For one thing, I grew up in a smart family. The whole family was really quite smart. Sure, we have our skeletons, but then again, who doesn't? So I'm smart. I know that. I'm not boasting or bragging or anything of the sort. InValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81883942001-12-25T17:22:00.000-05:002001-12-25T17:22:33.346-05:00I Think Definitely. . .
. . .that my writing has gotten better on this blog. It certainly couldn't get any worse.
No, that's not right. I could have been writing in Internet lingo/jargon. . .which in my mind is just bleah. You know what I mean. The new alphabet and stuff. Gross. I don't mind being a little more relaxed on the Internet as far as things like sentences go, but when you startValhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81883452001-12-25T17:18:00.000-05:002001-12-25T17:18:10.593-05:00If Perhaps You're Feeling Overwhelmed With The Commercialism Of The Season. . .
Check this article out. It's about the marines who are stationed in Afghanistan. It describes their experiences for December 24th, and how they are doing being away from home in this holiday season. It really is an interesting article.
It talks about how they are in the American Embassy in Kabul that has been Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81858052001-12-25T13:28:00.000-05:002001-12-28T13:31:06.000-05:00Merry Christmas Tpoh
Just a reminder that Christmas isn't just all about getting gifts. For some people, it's about the birth of Christ. For others, it's about the joys and warmth of getting together with loved ones. So go and hug someone you love today. And make sure you tell them that you love them. Christmas is the renewal of bonds and connections. It's about love. Or at least, that's Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81856992001-12-25T13:21:00.000-05:002001-12-25T13:21:36.413-05:00Yee-haw! It's Christmas!
And everyone really liked my gifts. And I liked everyones' gifts that they gave to me. Guess what!?! I got a letter jacket. Very cool. Thanks mom. Although, this thing was a little pricey. So I'll probably wear this thing for the rest of my life. In fact, I'll probably be buried in it. Oh well. I like it. It even has leather sleeves!
We're thinking about Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81856422001-12-25T13:17:00.000-05:002001-12-25T13:17:19.160-05:00
Take the Corporate Mascot Test at Willaston's Lounge!
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81643312001-12-24T10:30:00.000-05:002001-12-24T10:30:38.423-05:00Today Is Christmas Eve
Whoo-hoo!
It's about time. I'm glad this football stuff is over, because now we can focus on the important stuff. Important stuff like cookies and buckeyes and mints.
Dilbert's Laws Of Work
I especially like #10: "There will always be beer cans rolling on the floor of your car when the boss asks for a ride home from the office." Also #22, "If you don't know what to Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81641442001-12-24T10:15:00.000-05:002001-12-24T10:16:51.000-05:00If I were a Dead Russian Composer, I would be Aleksandr Borodin.Son of a 19th Century Russian prince and a...non-royal...mother, I went to medical school and became a biochemist. Most people, however, (and probably my twenty cats as well) agree that they'd trade all of my scientific discoveries for another set of "Polovetsian Dances."Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test
Weird.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81491012001-12-23T16:20:00.000-05:002001-12-23T16:20:10.130-05:00This is a seriously awesome site
I can't describe how the guy does what he does to create these images. I can just say that they are absolutely amazing and breathtaking.
These are my favorites:
Tulom (Just look at the steps.)
Alucian
Anthurium
Edos
Codias
They are absolutely amazing. I highly suggest you check them out.Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81480982001-12-23T15:22:00.000-05:002001-12-23T15:22:52.556-05:00Apparently, This Blog Is A Bit Controversial
From my votes that I've gotten, there is very little middle ground. Either people completely hate it, or they completely love it.
Oh well. That's how I am in life, I think. People either really like, or they absolutely despise me. Good topic to be talking about right before Christmas, huh?
It's Incredibly Bleah Outside
It's gray and cloudy and Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81470982001-12-23T14:25:00.000-05:002001-12-23T14:36:16.000-05:00I'm. . .Dreaming. . .Of A White. . .Christmas. . .
Just like the ones I never knew. . .
Sing along time? Hmm, perhaps not. I've had a blue Christmas here and there before, but I don't think I've really ever had a white one. And what do I mean by "blue" Christmas? Simple. I mean one that was covered by ice. That's certainly more of a reason not to want to go anywhere on Christmas day.
Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81340962001-12-22T21:21:00.000-05:002001-12-22T21:21:45.600-05:00So We Had A State Championship Football Game This Afternoon
And we lost. No big deal. Well, yeah it is sort of. Mostly though, I'm just really tired. . .and sunburnt. It was kind of fun though, you know? The chance to go up to the big field (which didn't feel that big afterall) and just be there.
We got beat out by a team with a crappy band. No offense, but really, give me a break. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81021392001-12-21T11:10:00.000-05:002001-12-21T11:10:51.770-05:00I've Been Thinking About This Recently
Death. I mean, not in a suicidal/homicidal kind of way or anything. Just Death. That's right, with a capital D. It's a big thing. It is also so incomprehensible, that you can't even grasp any idea of the concept. I mean, seriously, think about it. What happens? What happens to you?
Some people say that you just stop existing. But how would that Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-81015282001-12-21T10:43:00.000-05:002001-12-21T10:43:59.250-05:00So Last Night Was A Rant Night. . .
. . .so what? It happens. Oh well. I'm over it now. I know that if the football team wanted, they wouldn't need anyone there. It just looks good to have things like, you know, fans and stuff. We just stand there. They're the ones actually playing the game.
It doesn't matter. It's all okay.
Besides, I'm a senior, and I'm done with high school in Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-80857932001-12-20T19:08:00.000-05:002001-12-20T19:38:36.000-05:00What Do You Know About That?
Tonight was "Royally Screw The Band Over," night and no one thought to tell us. Hmm.
What do you know? We're going to be doing the halftime show at Chapel Hill on Saturday. The halftime show that we haven't practiced in at least two weeks.
And what else? Oh, we also have to wear uniforms at the game.
And, at the stupid bonfire that we had to go and freeze Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3094643.post-80741982001-12-20T10:49:00.000-05:002001-12-20T11:00:56.000-05:00So I Didn't Drop By Yesterday
Oh well. I went caroling last night. It was fun. And we went on a hayride. It was also about 35 degrees (F). Not to mention it being windy. Heh.
We had three choices about which group we could go with. We could either go with the older folks on the van. Or we could go with the Youth on a hayride, or with some kids and their parents on a hayride. Hmm. Valhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00190156589792785626noreply@blogger.com0