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| ok the big news is how bitchin keller was. it all blurred together, though... into a psychological orgy of awesomeness! my mind got some sweet action last night. it felt good, too. i was so tired on the way home that i thought i was asleep but i was awake. i realized that when john said hey warren are you awake? and my mouth said yeah. then my brain was like, hey, i guess we're all still awake...
i was listening to random songs on my ipod whilst walking through the halls of school today when here's to the night came on and made me all pensive. but then it was followed by gangsta's paradise and i was like yeah bitches. that's when the contemplation came to an end.
musical auditions. i sightread my way through...
sorry it was so long between posts.
tommy gimpman is here. oh ho ho... what a character. | | |
| battle of the bands was tonight. it all-around kicked ass, aside from being savagely pelted with a big bouncy ball. sarah apologized though, and now i only slightly suspect that it was attempted murder. i don't want to die like dimebag. unless it gets my picture on the cover of rolling stone. gentleman of !ker-pow, i commend you. and i'm not just saying that to be diplomatic. i wish i could've just stood and watched.
ou beat kansas. just as i suspected they would. but osu benefits from that too. not that i don't want to see osu do well, i just like ou a little more.
we got our site up. it has some stuff that needs to be fixed. a lot of stuff, actually. but at least there's something there.
in other news: if you're interested, start checking your calendars for road trip availability. maybe may 22-early june for road trip 1, then mid-to-late june for r.t. 2, then maybe late july to early august for no. 3, then we'll see.
also: start training for d-day. if you don't know what that is, just wait. you will find out.
i dig what i've heard of this album. | | |
| well, this weekend has been killer and it's only sunday morning. KIL-LER. and i still have all of sunday to party...
let's recap... this is going to take some remembering...
friday: went to school til lunch, then state swimming (yeah mikey and scottie), chilled with john, went to the bank, picked up groceries, drove to norman to pick up talia, saw friends at kaci york's house, got back home, stayed up a while...
saturday: relaxed inside, watched illinois vs. iowa (i was really pulling for iowa; oh well), rendezvoused with scavenger hunters, went back to keester's house, scoped on his stepmom, found myself at grelle's, joined shortly thereafter by a lot of people that were at sean's, decided to leave grelle's to go to jason's, made an appearance there, went home.
today: woke up at quarter to eight, watched some tv, decided to toast up an english muffin BUT THERE WAS ALREADY ONE IN THE TOASTER. unfortunately, it had already been toasted, so it was like a cracker. i toasted it again to make it hot. it was good.
i guess from the sound of it, my weekend doesn't sound like it was that exciting, but that is just because i can't retell the details in such a public forum as xanga.
i wanted to see ong-bak today, but i don't think it's going to work out. i don't think it is showing in oklahoma. so i think i'll rent saw instead.
battle of the bands tomorrow night! also tomorrow: kansas at oklahoma. need i say more? and i think the sooners are a little better than the cyclones...
until i have something to say... peace easy. | | |
| i was in duncan, oklahoma, and these people were selling donuts. but not dunkin donuts, daylight donuts. i thought, man, isn't it ironic that they arent selling dunkin donuts in duncan? then i thought, no, it would be ironic if they actually were selling dunkin donuts in duncan. then i thought, you know, i can't even decide what irony is.
i just had to write that down.
on the bus today, ms. martin asked luke and me to not talk about erections when she is standing right in front of us. and i was thinking hey, if there is really nothing between us, why didn't you stop listening as soon as i mentioned erections?
i can't help but notice that all of the comments i got on my last post (except sarah's) revolve completely around alcohol. you kids and your one-track minds.
you know what's fun? go through your cell phone and play a ringtone and then throw your phone in the middle of the floor next to a cat. the cat will be intrigued. also intriguing to cats: laser pointers and squirt guns. and blenders.
i think marie soderstrom likes me. we had breakfast together. she covered it. i think on our next date i might get to first base. im sure that would make the letters of recommendation that she writes for me much better. MUCH BETTER.
i counted up the assigned books that i have read in high school, and i got 4. that's one per year! i was just thinking about how i am supposed to read 5 chapters of crime and punishment by tomorrow, and how i am still on page 2, and i was thinking, you know, that number might stay at 4. | | |
| hey everybody. i was once again motivated to post because i would rather do that than what i have to do. and this time, the other something is an essay for some scholars thing.
so here i sit, in the counseling office, and it's getting close to 4 pm. and i have to write a stupid essay by tomorrow. stupid stupid stupid. i want to go hang gliding.
mrs. tarpley is making a flower arrangement. it's cute.
so follies is done for me forever. can you believe the directors actually thought i was drinking backstage?!? that pisses me right off.
i gotta go home. big weekend coming up! | | |
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