Problems.

I have problems. No one really wants to hear about them though.

=(

I didn't get a chance to tell her how nice her shirt looked...IT WAS SO CUTE!

Stress.

OMG WE TALKED ABOUT STRESS IN HEALTH TODAY.
It was very stressful.

Tomorrow is an evacuation drill. It will happen at break, which will cause a shitstorm of confusion.

Rachmaninov: Great pianist or greatest pianist?

Greatest.

Metal.

...is fucking awesome.
I think I reached that point where the vocals do not bother me. Seeing that mosh pit form in the middle of the school and every man, woman, and child smiling in glee at the metal of it all...is just awesome.

Listened to a few Lamb of God songs again...it sounds cleaner and more refined than I remember. =)

Also I like it when I am called sweetie. <3

Rawr.

Shit am I in a pickle... we'll see how this resolves itself.

Gatsby.

G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G-G- GAAAATSBYYYYYYYYYY

Cliché

When a guy moves his hand and accidentally touches that of the girl next to him.

Is a cliché.

Nixon.

In other news... aw fuck it.

Party!

GOOD DAY. I was on 4 hours of sleep the whole day, but it was awesome. Fell asleep in lots of classes...
I like when I and one other person hear something that is part of an inside joke or relates to something funny we both have been a part of, and we both look at each other, lock eyes, and smile. SO FUCKING AWESOME.
Also i went to a party tonight, I can't BELIEVE my parents let me go. (I lied about finishing hw)
I think i was given alcohol, I don't believe that that delicious green stuff WASN'T. It was too good. Also there was a really cute graduated chick there that kept looking at me.
HOW FUCKING CREEPY IS THAT.
Ahhhhhhhh my hopes for the future went through the roof. THIS IS THE LIFE.

Back to APEL.

Birthdays.

Birthdays are fun. I get to flaunt my knowledge of kickass 80's music with the adults ("OMG Bohemian Rhapsody? EURYTHMICS?! Karma Chameleon...Hungry Like the Wolf...Billie Jean?!?!") and flirt around with the single chicks [knowing the lyrics to Panic at the Disco songs is a plus (yeah, Panic at the Disco, shut up)].

Also strobe lights.

Muahahahahahahaha

Muahahahahahahaha

w00t!

Fuck yeah I win.

Shit!

You know that feeling of utter hopelessness you get when something truly awful happens? AKA depression? Yeah I went through that phase...it was a week long, but I swear I had gotten rid of it.
Seems like I'm NOT completely over it.
=D
But thanks to my sax lesson with Mr. Foster I was able to forget about it for half an hour.
This is why I play TF2.

Hemingway.

What a dumb name.

Wasted.

SHIT I FINALLY REMEMBERED MY DREAM

=D

Smite.

WOOT

1000/1000 HARDCORE ACHIEVEMENT GET
(Kill 1000 enemies total)

Only ONE MORE TF2 achievement...play a game with 7 people on your friend list.
SHIT. I think I'll just add people like crazy and then erase them when I get the achievement.

So yeah, Valentine's Day <3
Spend shit for someone if you want sex. It's a cool idea though.

Last year's V-Day was sweet. It was so much win hearing "Jer-bear, the sexy beast" read aloud in class. <3 Lorena & JJ

I wanted to return the favor this year and also get roses for Parham (Moses) or somebody else, but it didn't happen. So instead I spent my day inside playing TF2 and texting.

Valentine's Day is such a joke, but if you don't want to look like a total dumbass bitch whore to your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/fiancé/fiancée/lover/object of your affection/object of your obsession/what have you, then you are forced to buy something along the lines of chocolates, flowers, bears, etc. and present one or more of these items to them every single fucking year.

I can't wait to be able to do that.

Headshot.

25/25 GREY MATTER ACHIEVEMENT I WIN

Not much to say. k bye

Lover.

I WANT MY PHONE BACK.

It's not my fault I went $40 over the limit!

I'm just that popular.

Dicks.

My day:

WOOT spent all of math finishing my article. I'll type it up today or tomorrow and send it. =D

I got a D+ on the Harmony listening test LAWL but it's not worth as much as the written test, which I got an A+ on...so yeah whatever. I exceeded my expectation that I'd get a D. c:

Also I'm being challenged by the sax player under me. WHAT A NOOB. I'll beat him up on Friday after school.

Bryan saying "Gimme a banana" repeatedly sounds like a didgeridoo.

Lacey almost took my jacket home with her!

I'm going to show up at Felicia's house on Saturday with flowers =)

It is now a running joke that if Alex Johnson wears black to school, he is not wearing anything at all.
(i.e. "Alex why aren't you wearing any pants?")

And the best part of the day had to be sitting in the PAC listening to the college thing they had going on after school today. Michael Sheffer is a senior and shouldn't have even been there (as it was only for juniors), but he tagged along anyways and made it awesome. At the beginning of the meeting, he shouted "DICKS" right when everything was beginning to get quiet and did so periodically throughout the presentation.
Too bad he probably is not taking me the the Kreator concert in a couple months, unless House of Blues stops being gay. You now have to be 21+ to be on the floor, and under that you have to be on the balcony. A couple friends of mine played there with their band last week (Grim Luck, look it up on myspace) and said the turnout wasn't great as most of their fans (ska kids of San Diego!) are under 21. But they did eat all the muffins backstage, regardless of who they were actually for.

All in all an acceptable day at school.

On to homework!

Legit.

So I spent all of math today writing my article that will be featured on a friend's site on Friday. It will be KICK. ASS. You'll just have to wait and see what it's about.

God I can't wait till this weekend. I need to fill up my days with activities! I've got like 2 days already filled! Otherwise I'll just be playing TF2 the whole week. c:

So HEY I failed that Harmony test, but whatever. I make it a point to set my expectations very low so that I am NEVER disappointed. I just shrug it off and say "Kay." Inversely, I have high expectations of others and am secretly very critical of a lot of people, but I'm generally nice and sweet so I keep it all to myself. <3

Overall a very acceptable Tuesday. I didn't sleep very late so I was generally conscious the entire day, except APEL... but who isn't asleep for it? The day ended sweetly... a certain someone complimented me on my sweater! =D

Monday.

Luke posted the song "I Don't Like Mondays" by the Boomtown Rats on facebook, and it was so nice to see somebody feel the same way as I do after GETTING HOME AT AT 5:15 BECAUSE YOUR NEIGHBORS SUDDENLY DECIDE TO BE REALLY FUCKING LATE ON ONE OF THE COLDEST DAYS EVER. FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUU- sums it up.
Also a bad day for a variety of other reasons.
I'm totally unprepared for the Harmony listening test tomorrow. I can't tell a natural minor from a mode or a harmonic minor! Actually I can. But there are other more complicated things that will be really fucking hard. Oh well... as long as I don't fuck up too badly, my 198/200 on the first writing test will compensate for it.
Aaaaaahhhh I'm hungry and cold...but I got a very pleasant call just two minutes ago.
<3

Modding.

YO I MODDED MY FIRST GAME TODAY.
It was Audiosurf.
All I really did was add different textures to the little energy bursts that pop up when you hit a block, and it only took 5 minutes. Heh.
But hopefully this will pave the way to greater things.

I also may start writing articles on a friend's website. I'm still thinking about it.

7/25
Grey Matter Achievement

Hacking.

OMGWTF people hack Team Fortress 2 (360 version, no less) like crazy. Why is this awesome?

• Upon entering a hacked game and spawning in one, you will likely be immediately destroyed by somebody on your own team. If you're lucky you will be able to escape.
• I escaped from our base, only to find myself face to face with a hunter gunship. From Half-Life 2.
• Moon gravity
• Getting the 'Grey Matter' (25 headshots as sniper) achievement is easy. Just snipe your teammates.
• As sniper, I found that the man in charge of the hack either did not like snipers, or was sincerely trying to find me a good sniping spot but failed, as I was being dragged all around the entire map with no control. It was pretty sick seeing the map in its entirety.
• Half-Life 2 rollermines floating in the air.
• A scout running around in the air...with the control point under him. It looked like a godly UFO.

And yes, I know that the possibilities on the PC version are five million times anything the 360 hacks can achieve, given the ease of hacking a PC game as compared to an XBOX, but still, it pretty much made my day.

Cloak.

Those goddamn spies think no one can see them. I got like 7 within the first five minutes of the game because they ran into my flamethrower. God they're stupid.

Doctor.

SO I GOT THE MEDIC ACHIEVEMENT.

TEAM DOCTOR.
Accumulate 25000 heal points as a Medic.



Just 5G...but whatever.

That being said, I now look forward to Valentine's Day.

Ideally it would look something like this:

As long as said Valentine was not a Spy.

Medic.

They scream my name with joy as they are shot in the head with a shotgun, pelted with bullets from sentries, or set on fire by Pyros.
"Medic!" they scream.
"Medic!" they cry.
And I take out my medigun to heal them.
It is my gift and my curse.

<3

Winner.

The winner is me.

Faggots.

Some people are huge faggots.
Especially the ones that think they're cool when they put webcams up and play guitar and sing generic songs about shit on blogtv. If they were ANY good at either singing or playing guitar they wouldn't be wasting their lives being faggots. I thank god [sic] that I'm not like them and I wouldn't give anything in a million years of my life to be anything even closely resembling them. Fuckers.

Serious.

My love life is so tragic. I try and try and try and FUCK IT ALL nothing works. I'm so sad. I feel like. Cutting shit. Up. But sometimes I write down my feeling on scraps of napkins from Italian restaurants. Then I go home and word process that shit and post it on youtube and deviantart under the guise of reymon14.... But first I should explain my situation.

I am madly in love with someone who I cannot name by first, last, or middle name, or even by initials. But I will tell you that this person is female. She is, quite frankly, the most perfect woman in the world next to Boxxy. She possessessess sexiness, intelligence, humor, mystery, and knowledge of sandwiches. Except she listens to shitty music. A lot of women these days listen to shitty music, but I can't help that. 99.9% of my musical (and even cultural) knowledge has come from men. And I thank them. Anyways, this woman is everything to me. I'd drag my own penis through ten miles of broken glass to feed to a giraffe just to hear her fart through a walkie talkie.

Now is the tragic part.
Brace yourself.

3...






2...








1...







Her name is Helen Keller.












The problem should be glaringly obvious.









She doesn't appreciate the game of Jenga
(much like Michael J. Fox. Because of Parkinsons.)


AND YOU ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE JENGA.







So there you have it.





But my love will perservere.






I will teach her to love the game.








Love it like Green Eggs and Ham (Braille Edition).

Then.









And.





Only Then.













Will she realize that I am the only person in the entire world that can ever make her happy.

















<3

Obama.

Obama is a pretty cool guy, eh thinks Grover Cleveland is two people and doesn't afraid of anything.

Contacts.

My old contacts were 'tight' on my eyes. I bet American Eagle made them.

Blogs

What the hell kind of a word is 'blog'?
Suck my dick, blogs.