Alright, I really do need to start writing some ideas down for my story for the Purple Parody. I need to, I must, or I will regret it. I just know it.
I also need to jot some things down for my ad.
I need to start working.
I had some sort of dream last night, maybe they were two seperate dreams, in which I was given a new laptop and was excited beyond-belief about it, but felt that I had abused it by hitting the power button rather than shutting it down first. For whatever reason, I felt insanely guilty over it.
I also had a dream where I was being gently bitten by a large black dog. It seemed to take place in my living room, but could have also been in the dining room of my old house. Either way, it was a fun, somewhat scary dream. I felt as if the dog was going to bite me in the face at any moment, or at least tighten it's grip on my arm.
What is that about my weird worries about dogs? I absolutely love dogs, but for whatever reason, I feel that when I bend down to pet them, they're going to jump up and latch their very sharp teeth in my face. Even though I know it would never happen with the dogs I know.
For instance, a few months ago, I was wandering around my yard and saw that my neighbor's dog, a very large black dog, much like the one in my dream last night, was howling for affection. I was told that all she wants is some attention, and she's fine, if now, she will howl unbelievably loud and depressingly guilt-filled for the person.
She was behind a fence we have in our back yard, and was trying to stick her head underneath, howling all the while, desperately trying to convince me to give it some love.
That sounded horrible, didn't it?
So, I started petting her, and nothing happened, obviously. She was just much more relaxed. There was no bight to the face or anything, it was just all in my head as for whatever reason, as I've said, that thought lingers, even though I love dogs.
Maybe after writing this, the problem will ease. Hopefully.
That dog cries for attention so much that at one time I was in my bedroom, and she was howling because apparently she saw me through my window. I'm not sure if that was even the case, but I remember worrying that she might see me, as she was already crying for attention. And I think she must have at one point, because the cyring continued. Then I think I closed my shades, and the crying decreased.
Then I simply ran outside nude, with a plunger attached to my chicken-hunter, and belted Opera music for all to hear, and eventually the dog just left.
This movie, "THE TEN", looks amazing. I'm pretty sure that any fan of STELLA or just comedy in general would love this.
I was recently told not to blog like a "fifteen year old girl", because of the large colorful text. It's so much better in my opinion. There are already millions of blogs out there will plain, simple, small text. It's grown extremely tiresome at this point, if you ask me.
After school today, my good friend Garrick and I traveled through the stinging, annoying hail/snow to Kwik Trip on a fluke. We've decided that we want to do something every Friday after school. I was just about to walk out the door today when I heard my name yelled, and we decided to do something. Friendship, friends. Better than orgasmic cabbage, if you ask me.
Speaking of orgasmic cabbage, I got two eggrolls and a Wild Cherry Pepsi "Big Buddy" from Kwik Trip, as I have before. In fact, I've even blogged about how delicious Kwik Trip's eggrolls are recently. Deepfried (one or two words?) items of taste-explosion.
I'm going through one of these weird phases of grammer that I go through every now and then, where I start using a skill, but never really knowing when to use it. As of right now, it's the use of the dash between words. I know when to use it a lot of times, but at other times, not so much. It's gotten to the point where I think I'm using it way too much. Let's slow this thing down, baby. This is only our first date.
In Study Lab today, I began writing a story for the Purple Parody (edition of Purple Wings, the school paper, as I'm pretty sure I have a reader who two who would have no idea what I'm talking about if I didn't clarify.) I have Study Lab sixth hour, but when I got to Journalism, which is seventh hour, I decided to go with a different story instead. It was an idea that someone else in the class had come up with, which really sort of rubbed me wrong way at first, because I generally only like working with original ideas of my own, but then I realized, hey, this is funny, so I'll go with this one.
I then shtooped one of the janitor's for a lucky wish.
I probably really should have read "Fahrenheit 451" for English class tonight.
"Probably really should have", I'm pretty sure that's redundant.
Quite often, I find myself opening up another window to google a word I have written to make sure the spelling is corrrect. I've thought about just keeping another window open at all times when writing, just in case this happens, which it always does, so I think I will, as I am right now in fact, having just googled the words "Fahrenheit" and "Reduntant". I think I got them both wrong at first. Laughable, eh? Actually, not really at all.
Anyway, i really should have read tonight, but I didn't. We have to be through page 139 by tomorrow, I don't think there's going to be a quiz, I hope not anyway. We just had one the other day.
This book really isn't doing it for me, Jack. It just really isn't. I try to read it, I really do. God knows I try to focus, focus, focus in on the text while sitting a noisy Study Lab everyday (one word or two?) but it just aint happenin'.
I just googled the word "Ain't" to see if there was an apostraphe or not, and you can bet I just googled the word "Apostraphe" as well.
Have you ever had it where you go to google a word to find the definition, and the definition comes up with words that you don't know, so you google those as well? Yep, I just did that, buddy. Yes i did.
Suck a brown!
Googling yourself is a fun and convenient way to pass the time in bed.
Sheets are made out of gumdrops in England. And teeth are made out of shit.
I've been recording Letterman on DVR the past few nights. I feel guilt overwhelm me if I miss The Late Show for an extended period of time. I need to take full advantage of this DVR and not take it for granted.
Tonight I'm recording Conan. Good Lord, I have not watched Conan in ages. I've been watching Conan since I was like six or seven. That show is an outlet that every human being needs to just get away from all of this crap in the world, including the 24 news cycle. Comedy. Random, crazy, wacky comedy fed to you through a tube. Comic relief. For me, you just really can't get any better than that.
Tomorrow, I need to start writing my story for the parody issue of Purple Wings. Mine is going to be absolutely random, I will tell you this. I hope you enjoy it and I hope you pass it on to your mother in law so she can wet herself for all to see while eating lemon-drops.
Piss on the flooooooor!!!!!!
Piss on the flooooooor!!!!!!!
I've just realized how much I absolutely love blogging. I really do, absolutely, love blogging. Smack-cracklin' eh, eh?
I need to start working on my ad for Purple Parody as well. I have ideas for it, but I need to write them down. That's always a start, eh chuckster?
NOT WITH THE SAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
NOT WITH THE PLUNGER!!!!!!!!!
A Jesse Jackson/Judge Joe Brown type character will be used for a few character ideas that my good friend Jenny and I will be developing for the Comedy Club. The character will host his own TV court show, as well as an '08 contender battle reality show called "The Weakest Candidate", in which every '08 contender, as well as people who are not even running, will face off in a no-limits debate/shouting match.
The character/judge will say things such as:
"SON OF A BITCH!"
and
"WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"
Extremely frequently.
More on this later.
Writing needs to begin tomorrow. This much is true and this much I know.
Suck a brown!
When I was in third grade, I was introduced to the show "The Jeffersons", as re-runs were shown nightly on Nik@NIte. I became instantly hooked after watching one episode, in which the opening scene is of George and Louise eating bagels, I remember. I watched it every single night for a long while after that, then the re-runs vanished. Now, they have recently re-emerged on TVLAND, where I once again watch it nightly. It's a great show with great comedy. Simple things that make you laugh without even thinking.
I must say that "Bentley" (bottom left hand corner) looks much like a young John Kerry, so I have noticed.
The comedy club's next meet will be held after school on Tuesday in Mr. Ecker's Math room (2104)
Sorry for any anger, frustration or tears this may have brought anyone. (Sami)
Let's see...
ChemCom, ahh yes. Today, our class received an assignment of which I have no idea how to do. My Study Lab teacher, couldn't help me with it today, as she was working out some school-related issues with a few students. So, I at least tried. Our teacher's only grading on completion tomorrrow by walking around and seeing who did the work, then I take it we're going over it in class, which I absolutely need.
As for Journalism, I know what ad and story I'm doing for the parody issue. I'm not sure if I should even come out and talk about the "parody" issue (does that ruin something for anyone?) It shouldn't, it's not you've read the stories yet or anything. Plus, I don't think that many people read my blog, as only a few people know where it even is...at least I think/hope so.
Anyway, I have my ideas, and I'm excited for them. Maybe I won't even tell you what they are, just let you wait and find out? Cool.
Or not. Maybe that's just a worthless idea. Either way, stay tuned, jammies.
My ChemCom grade has now been boosted up from a D- to a B.
Mr. Kling is without a doubt, nothing short of absolutely awesome.
I felt great today. Last month on my Birthday, my good friend Isaac bought me two candy bars. Today was his, and being the lover of Rockstar engery drink and Funyuns that he is, I ran to Kwik Trip with my friend Garrick at the start of lunch today and bought him a Rockstar and a bag of those delicious onion-flavored wonder-chips, then brought it back to school and surprised him with it. Actually, I'm not sure how big of a "surprise" it was, as I told him I would be getting him something, and he told me what he wanted. But it was still fun, especially if he thought I would forget. Isaac is the man.
I'm hoping to get the Comedy club to meet after school Friday. I know not everyone can make it, but hopefully a handful (at best) can. If you're reading this and you can make it, do your part as a sexy citizen and make your voice heard. (I'll pay you back tonight, my babies.)
We still need an actual adviser for the club. Hopefully Mr. Ecker will agree to do it, as we're probably/hopefully meeting in his room after school Friday, as we did last week. If not, we have to nail one down...hard, hard, hard on the floor.
Novak can't do it, as he's only a substitute teacher. Hopefully he'll still contribute some awesome Novak-like greatness to the club, though. I'm sure he will.
The other day I came across a great interview John Kerry gave on David Letterman back during the '04 campaign. I remember watching this back in September of that year, shortly after Freshman year started. Ahhh, great memories of that election year. Those were good times.
Your parents don't want to tell you this, but they are lying to you. Inside their wallets, they are keeping an entire world of their own hidden from you. What is this world, you ask? Well, quite simply, it's money. Hard cash, green paper, easy to find, no questions asked.
Where does this money come from? Well, your daddy, mommy or parental guardian goes to work during the day and earns this money, they put it away in their wallets and keep it all for themselves! Don't you think that's a little selfish? I do, and if you ask me, that's just plain greedy. We need to share, friends. Isn't that what life is all about?
Oh, sure, they might give you a LITTLE here and there as "allowance", but compared to what they have hidden behind two leather folds and a checkbook, that's NOTHING. Do your part to help society and follow these simple instructions, boys and girls.
Tonight, when mommy and daddy, or whatever parental guardian you may live with, falls asleep, I want you to sneak into their wallet or purse, take out ALL the green paper you can find, put it all in an envelope and on that envelope, address it to:
Warren Snyder
1723 East Avenue
New York, New York
26732
Don't let me down, kids! My bitch-wife Nancy left the house yesterday and is now living with her mother. Hopefully that's the last I'll ever see of the whore.
But let's keep this positive, kids! Daddy can't live this way anymore! The landlord's about to pound on his last door if I don't get this money by next Wednesday!
Old Man: I'm in the shower right now! Shut the hell up!...I don't give a shit!
Wife: Suck it!
Old Man: Whatever!...Ya know where I can get some good, nice...I love boots, ya know?!
Wife: How's that?
Old Man: I say I love boots, ya hear?!
Wife: Huh?!
Old Man: I'm in the shower, shut up!
Wife: Oh God!!!
Old Man: I'm so pissed off right now!!!!! Ya know something, cottage cheese sounds really good right now, hun!
Wife: I have to go change the sheets now.
Old Man: For what?
Wife: For our bed
Old Man: Whatever! Damn, damn, damn Chinamen!!!!
Wife: How's that?
Old Man: I'm out of the shower now, shut the hell up! Ya know, in my day, a man could start a business like that!
Wife: How's that?
Old Man: I say like that!
Wife: Ahhhh...
Old Man: You better watch yo tone, bitch, you know what I say.
Wife: Stop tryin' to sound black!
Old Man: Oh, isn't that what you want, though! Always talkin' about them cocks and wutnot!!!!
Wife: I like my men firm, eat my ass!
Old Man: Where the hell is the lemon! I need my lemon!
Wife: Where the hell are you anyway?
Old Man: In the kitchen!
Wife: Are you dressed yet?
Old Man: Fuck that shit!
Wife: How's that?!?!
Old Man: Where the hell are dem cherries at...
Wife: I can't hear you! Speak up!
Old Man: Eat my ass!
Wife: Give me your dirty clothes! I need to wash the dirty clothes!
Old Man: You'll get none of them and like it!
Wife: Oh, go to hell!!!!
Old Man: I'll see ya there! I'll break ya neck!!!!
Wife: Ya know red capes turn me on. Maybe you should consider some of my feelings in the bedroom!
Old Man: Oh, are you still bitchin' about last night!
Wife: Well, what the hell were you doin'?! You got no bone anymore! It's all soggy, wrinkled, gray moosh with two huge clumpy mashed potato-like balls. How are you supposed to stick me with that!
Old Man: Oh and like you're some sort of bust or somethin'!? Do you even have tits?!?!
He would never wear red pants. It didn't matter the shade, dark, light, blood-like, retina-buring, etc. It didn't matter. He simply refused to wear red pants.
He drank out of a bright-green coffee mug, but refused to drink coffee. Instead, he drank straight syrup, nothing else. Very seldom would he ever drink water, which caused him severe health issues, needless to say. HIs throat was constantly raw, his eyes blood-shot and his asscheeks a hot-pink. I'm not sure if that was ever explained.
He lived with his Grandmother, Zelda, and ate sheep three nights a week. Danny-boy really would have prefered four nights a week, but his grandma had a tendency to rape, whip and scare the holy oreos out of poor Dan if he ever came across as needy.
"Fake tits", Grandma Zelda would constantly say. Apparently expressing a sort of "tough shit" feeling.
Grape Koolaid was never allowed in Zelda's household. Dan's Grandpa, Feelix, drowned, face down in a puddle of muddy water one rainy, stormy afternoon, years ago. For whatever reason, Grandma Zelda has always blamed the tragedy on grape Koolaid. Dan never bothered to ask, or even give it much thought.
Showers were never allowed, only "stand-up baths" in which Grandma Zelda would wash Dan by hand. Dan being thirty-seven and all at this point, felt extremely uncomfortable with this, and one day actually attempted to remove Grandma Zelda's hands from his oh so soapy body.
"What is this, my rape-boy? Is my child growing a mind of his own?", said Grandma Zelda.
"No, hoe, I just feel weird", Danny boy shot back.
"HOE?!?!?! My fucktail child son of a bitch, where did you hear that?!?!?", Grandma Zelda shot back.
"From Dad's dear-hunting rifle", said Dan-son.
"Oooooh, my sweet buttercup! You don't have a daddy! Only me, my tits and you!", proclaimed Grandma Zelda
"I do too have a daddy! He big livin' with the shrimp!", Danny "loverboy" denounced
"Turnin' southern, are we now? Fuck it with a fork and get it over with!", Grandma Zelda screamed
Grandma Zelda then blacked out and woke up with a fork up her ass.
Danny-boy soon realized his life was just frazzled, and his mind was no better at the time. So he put on his favorite dress and took a nap with his best friend, Mr. Mackintosh, his first grade teacher, now 82 years old.
This is truly awakening. Read it, you'll be glad you did.
By Bill Maher:
New Rule: There's more to being smart than just not misspeaking. The world is a complicated place. Sometimes it all feels like a runaway train of violence, resentment and insecurity - sort of like a family reunion at Ryan O'Neil's place. Which is why for this next election, we need to pick the smartest candidate, not the dullest one who simply never had a verbal gaffe and said a wrong word or phrase.
We're a superpower, not a drinking game. It has to be about leadership, not just hitting your buzzer first and remembering to phrase your answer in the form of a question.
A couple of weeks ago, Senator Joe Biden hit the ground flopping when he described Barack Obama as articulate and clean. But if you think he's a racist, then you're not really thinking, you're just playing Gotcha. Yes, the remark was cringe-worthy - it always is when someone old and out of touch says something creepy - even a Chinaman knows that.
However, when it comes to the most important ISSUE of the day, last year, Joe Biden was out ahead on calling for an Iraq broken into three countries - and that is what's going to happen, no matter how much surging George Bush does. And I say fine, so what if Iraq gets broken up, it's a made up country anyway, there's only been an Iraq since 1932 - it's 7 years younger than Paul Newman. And the people in it hate each other so much, and are now in such a, shall we say "intense" phase of the revenge cycle, that they're only going to be able to start breathing again if they live in different countries - which they're already moving to, on their own.
So, the guy who got this right, he can't run, because we're a very sensitive people, and he said a black man was clean, and we care more about a one second verbal brain-fart than we do about who has the right answers. The guy who had the right answer on terrorism in 2004 was John Kerry - he said fighting terrorism was primarily an intelligence and law enforcement operation, which doesn't sound macho in elections, but is true, he can't be in the debate either, because he's a crappy comedian. He screwed up a joke - about our troops! Hit the road jack.
Howard Dean has been a virtual Nostradamus on predicting what would happen in Iraq from the beginning. But he screamed once. He said "yee-ha" - publicly! He screamed louder than a crowd of people screaming at him, and the media acted like Grandpa just yelled out the "N" word at a ball game.
And before the war began, it was Al Gore who got it right, who spoke unequivocally about not making this bad choice, a choice that 77 Senators voted for. But during the debates of 2000, Al Gore... sighed! We can't have a sigh-er for president! That's why I think every candidate has to come out NOW, and say or do the stupidest thing they possibly can, and get it out of the way.
Chris Dodd must tell the religious right to take their abstinence programs and go back to Hymentown.
John Edwards must be caught hiring an illegal alien to wash his hair.
Sam Brownback must be caught having sex with his wife that is not for procreational purposes.
Hillary Clinton must mispronounce South Carolina "Mouth Vagina."
Barack Obama must tell people he's, quote, "bigger than Jesus."
Rudy Giuliani has to declare at a press conference that he's cheating on his wife, but it's ok because he's undergoing cancer treatment and he can't get an erection anyway. He did?
John McCain must be caught with a Filipino bar girl with an Adam's apple.
The sad thing is, all of those could really work. Does John Kerry really think the troops are stupid? No, Karl Rove things you're stupid. And if a botched joke or a sigh or a brain-fart is enough to derail you from a wise choice, he's kinda right. Does this mean that Joe Biden or Howard Dean should automatically be president - of course not. But the next time something really bad happens, remember it might have something to do with our election process having turned into an episode of Survivor - not even Survivor, Showtime at the Apollo - one note that's a little off key, and the Sandman comes out with the hook.
So disqualify the smartest leaders because they may have caused you a socially awkward moment, but next time another painful disaster is visited upon us, perhaps because we weren't being led by the best and the brightest, you'll know why: because the black guy on Grey's Anatomy said "Fag!" And by the way, if we're going to choose our presidents by which one never misspeaks, how did we end up with the Chimp we have now?
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All angry walruses may rape what they may in the back room later on this evening as well.
Squirrels may be horny, but Alec Baldwin knows his shit.
Stop the calls. Leave a message after the bullhorn, fucktail!
Paper is evil, don't touch it! DON'T TUCH IT!!!!!!!
Fuck the toilet, the paper be cool.
Snobbing, snobbing, snobbing!!!!!
Pants are overrated.
Somewhere in the world right now, perhaps in Central America, a man wanders free. Free of women, free of bugbites, free of lotion. Can't we help this poor, poor man?
Get your ass out of my face!
The boy who eats popcorn may be the one who gets hammered next. Wish ya'll some good luck.
* Families without insurance will get coverage at an affordable price. * Families with insurance will pay less and get more security and choices. * Businesses and other employers will find it cheaper and easier to insure their workers.
The Edwards Plan achieves universal coverage by:
* Requiring businesses and other employers to either cover their employees or help finance their health insurance. * Making insurance affordable by creating new tax credits, expanding Medicaid and SCHIP, reforming insurance laws, and taking innovative steps to contain health care costs. * Creating regional "Health Markets" to let every American share the bargaining power to purchase an affordable, high-quality health plan, increase choices among insurance plans, and cut costs for businesses offering insurance. * Once these steps have been taken, requiring all American residents to get insurance.
Securing universal healthcare for every American will require the active involvement of millions of Americans.
Today in Journalism, we began bouncing off ideas for our parody issue, "Purple Parody".
Our assignment was to write some headlines down that may be worked into a full story. So, if the staff agrees it's funny, it's pretty much a go to get something worked out of it.
When I got to the classroom, I quickly jumped onto a computer and spit out a few random headline ideas off the top of my head. I believe they were as follows:
Students retaliate against Banana-Craving Lifeguards
Angry Teachers leave Principal Hairless
I can't remember how the last one was exactly worded, but it was something like:
Spicy Food + Lunchladys = Appetizing Fun
We then gave all of our headline ideas to Niemuth (paper advisor, for those who don't know) and he read through a bunch of them.
This was insanely awkward. That being the understatement of the year and THEN some, I will attempt to describe the horror of what came next.
Niemuth started with mine first, without saying who's they were.
Not a single one of them receieved any reaction. Maybe the only sort of reaction was very subtle, quite, whisper-like laughter that came from under the breath of a couple of people.
This one girl on the staff said something like, "Okay, I'm not getting any of these. These are like..."smart" jokes, and I'm just not getting them."
I then said out loud, "You think those are SMART jokes?"
You're not supposed to understand them. They're random, comedic titles that aren't SUPPOSED to make any sense.
This guy on the staff then sort of backed the headlines up by saying, "Maybe it's just YOU who doesn't get them."
I guess the consolation sort of shined through after none of the headlines following mine received much reaction either. I'm not really sure what was going on there. Loss of energy? Loss of enthusiasm? Loss of interest? I'm not sure.
So, those ideas are all out. If I can't get the STAFF to appreciate them, I don't have much confidence going forward with expanding them into actual stories for the public. I'm working on a few other ideas anyway.
Friday is the first meet for the Comedy club. We need to A LOT of things sorted out and decided upon. We still have to actually establish the club by writing a short paper about what we will be doing with it, getting the advisor (apparently, that's Mr. Ecker) to sign it and giving it to Leibham. We can do that Friday.
We can all meet outside Ecker's room after school Friday, if that works for everyone. I'm pretty sure there's only a handful of people who will make it anyway.