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The sequal to "Wedding of the Damned" is coming soon to a computer near you.
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Wedding of the Damned
The organ player got out of her car and locked the doors. You never know who might want to high-jack a VW Beetle Bus. Anywho, she waltzed into the chapel to get set up for the wedding that would be happening soon.
As she entered the chapel, a young man named Dale passed by her that almost made her faint he smelled so terribly bad. She continued walking and came upon another young man in a white sundress with giant sunflowers printed on it. He was talking to a girl in a blood-red bridesmaid dress.
“Aqui aqui, Mateo. Es no mal,” the girl said.
“Thank you, Kaplow, but I believe it is bad. Everyone will know that I didn’t shave my legs today!” Mateo said.
The organ player looked down at the man in the dress and noticed his hairy legs. She quivered slightly and continued walking.
A man rolled out in front of her on a rolling office chair and smashed into a wall.
“Whoa! The brakes aren’t working Professor BrINClHOF!” the man said referring to himself in the third person. He rubbed his eyes with his fists. What a strange group of people the organ player thought.
She walked further on and saw a group of young girls swooning over a fellow with blonde skater/surfer type hair. “Oh Lockehart!” they said. The organ player did admit to herself that he was adorable, but only from the neck down.
Finally, she gets to the doors for the room to be used for the wedding and sat down at her organ in the back of the small room. A few minutes later, Lockehart enters the room and stands at the front behind a podium. He was the priest for today’s wedding. Moments after that, the doors opened again and the chapel seats began filling up with friends and relatives that were with the bride and groom. The organ player started playing a soft tune on her organ as people entered.
Once everyone was seated, she stopped playing her soft song and started another. Dale, the best man, walked in first along with the groom, Alex. Next, a stream of blue dresses flowed in as the bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. The organ player finished her song and looked up at Lockhart.
He nodded at the organ player.
“Go ahead, Katie,” Lockehart said. Katie started to play “Here comes the bride” on her organ. The doors swung open again and Kaplow came running around the corner into the aisle. She quickly brushed a strand of hair out of her face and stopped. She took a deep breath and walked calmly down the aisle to join the other bridesmaids. Kaplow stood at the end of the bridesmaids row holding her flowers. Everyone in the audience started whispering to each other and pointing at Kaplow. Kaplow had gotten the wrong colored bridesmaid dress. Hers was blood-red instead of baby blue. Oops. Seconds later, the doors opened again and the young man in the dress, Mateo, came slowly walking down the aisle with lipstick kiss marks all on his face. He was the flower girl. He took a few steps and then dumped the entire basket of flowers on the floor. He took a few more steps and reached into the basket to get a handful of flowers but there were no more left. His jaw dropped and he collapsed on his knees sobbing like a little child. Andrew, another young man in the audience, took Mateo away from the aisle and comforted the weeping mess.
Finally the bride came out. Her name was Ashley and she was to marry this young Alex. She took her time walking down the aisle with her father both wearing a purple dress and Ashley with a giant ankle brace on. She stood in front of Alex and Lockehart began speaking.
It started to get hot in the chapel, and Dale, the young, stinky best man, began to sweat. His head started to gather a halo of flies circling him, puking and laying their nasty egg sacks on him. The poor souls in the front row had to suffer the intoxicating smell of his body odor. His long bum-like hair had gathered a birds nest and at one point during the vows the bird had to upright and leave.
“May I ask,” said Lockehart, “who has the rings?”
“I do!” Dale said, raising his hand up in the air.
The entire left section of the room moaned in pain to the putrid smell that came from under Dale’s arm and the first few rows even passed up due to lack of any oxygen reaching their poor little heads.
After the ceremony, everyone was happy to go to the reception and be able to keep their distance from Dale. Ashley and Alex sat together at the big long table up front with Alex having to sit next to Dale and Ashley being able to sit next to her bridesmaids. Kaplow clanked her knife against the side of her water glass and stood up.
“Aqui ye! Aqui ye! Yo tengo un habla! En ingles de curso! Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death. No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the house. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The question before the house is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at the truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
“Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the numbers of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth, to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
“Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlement assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation.
“There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free--if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us! They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength but irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
“It is in vain, sir, to extentuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace--but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!”
Later, a young Japanese man that looked like a girl showed up. He declared himself Telemarketer Gackt and that he was there to sell shoes. Katie, the organ player, watched as Gackt tried to sell people shoes.
A little while after that, Chacha showed up selling pink paint. What the hell is with these Japanese telemarketers at this wedding? Katie thought to herself. Katie turned to her table buddies and looked at them. One was he husband, Tory Belleci. The others happened to be a man called Chicken and another that was to be known as the “Tory Dude” because he looked like Tory. She leaned over and kissed Tory.
Professor BrINClHOF rolled by in his office chair wearing a butler’s outfit.
“Is there anything I can get for you dears?” he said with a fake overly-British accent. Chicken ordered lasagna and the Tory Dude ordered some potatoes. Katie and Tory ordered some Fettuccini Alfredo.
“Alfredo! I know him!” Professor BrINClHOF said, still using his cheesy accent. Tory looked at him and furrowed his brow and looked at BrINClHOF like he was crazy, which they all knew he was crazy anyway.
Lockehart started to make his way around the giant ballroom, chatting it up with all the lay-dees. Tory had gone to the bar when Lockehart approached Katie. Lockehart was suave and smooth with his words and Katie couldn’t help but take him up on his offer to dance with him. Plus he looked really cute (from the neck down) and she liked his pants.
When she returned to her table, Tory was just coming back. Organ player Katie turned her head quickly to the kitchen door as she heard a crash and someone saying “Look Out! My brakes don’t work!” Professor BrINClHOF rolled passed their table and then had to stop suddenly and back up because he rolled too far.
“You dinner is served. Oh, and BTW, that means by-the-way, YOUR POTATOES ARE FAKE! Muwahahaha,” he said, lowering his tray down level with the table. Everyone leaned in towards BrINClHOF’s tray and looked at the food that had gotten knocked over and soaked with various types of drinks that had toppled over during his wreckless roll over.
Karaoke got going once everyone had opened up their wallets to the bar and Chacha’s Bucket-O-Pink-Paint which had been said drinkable. Gackt tried to get everyone to sing Happy Birthday to Chacha and you know what happened? Some people really did. Dale broke out his moves and his B.O. out on the dance floor as he tried the worm and the disco and other strange types of dancing. The janitor had to insert some car air fresheners into the air conditioning ducts to help eliminate the stench that lingered about afterwards. Katie had to watch as Chicken got an allergic reaction to the lasagna he ate and the Tory Dude who got food poisoning from his food.
Later, Bruno the big ugly purebred Irish bulldog gets thrown into the wedding cake by Mufasa. Josh, the hit-man hired by Professor BrINClHOF appears and takes out Mufasa. Katie, Tory, and Lockehart do some extreme freak-dancing and all the girls get jealous. Kaplow is later caught making out with Mateo and all ends well (Except for Mufasa who gets killed by the hit-man, Josh hired by Professor BrINClHOF) |
| posted by Katie @ 7:35 PM |
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| 9.27.2006 |
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This is what episode of Mythbusters is on right now. Ping Pong Rescue and Lifting a Kis with Balloons. Tory's so cute! And I hate Scottie (the chick with the tatoos)!
I was outlining Chapter 8 in my AP US History book and I keep coming across the groups of people that were considered a "Tory." Let me quote from the book. "A Tory is a thing whose head is in England, and its body in America, and its neck ought to be stretched."
Now who would want to do that to Tory? Not me (although maybe Ashley thinks that, probably not Kaplow though, I think she likes his stupidness). And more than one "Tory" is called "Tories" and that bugs me. Can't they be called "Tory's" or "Torys"? I just don't like "Tories."
 Mythbusters is on a commercial break now, so I'll take the time to upload some more pictures of Tory from this episode on here.
Okay,  now its back on... and I watched it, and now his part is over.
Okay, one more picture...
Now Playing on my Computer: Hanging by a Moment - Lifehouse |
| posted by Katie @ 7:45 PM |
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| 9.26.2006 |
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You're all dumb-asses and you either need to ask questions or suck it up and stop bitching.
The guy that reminds me of chicken was wearing a shirt that says "I am the evil twin" on it. It was funny. He gave me a weird look today. Hey! You know who I learned how to spell 'weird' from? It doesn't matter. Just say Chicken, that's your fucking answer to everything I ask.
I can't wait until 'possibly' Thanksgiving break. Not only because I don't have to go to school, but because after that I might be able to get some "Community Service" time in, with a friend. I already have 10 hours, even though it technically should be 11. I haven't thought too deeply about it but I figure that on a 7 like last time I might. That'll be my excuse. Community service... MmmHmm.
I love how my mind works. It's all fucked up and all but I guess the fact that normal things go in my head and they are written out in an "interesting" way is kinda cool. I could be the next Edgar Allen Poe. The same sick and twisted way. I don't know when my story will end, it's over 165 pages and I still have other separate scenes written out that I need to put in at various places when the time is right. Only one other thing I think thinks in the way I do, or at least similar to me, and that's probably rare. If I were to be surveyed by a group of shrinks, they probably might want to sent me away.
If a planet was discovered that it perhaps may be livable on, I would be the first person to volunteer to go live there. As long as I had cable and a TiVo and unlimited supplies of writing paper and pens, I would be perfectly fine to live on my own all by myself forever. Also I would need occasional communication with Chicken just to keep me busy with my writing. Other than that, I'd be perfect.
Oh, BTW, a new "House" is on tonight, something  to help keep me sane and feed me new ideas for my story. A little kid is the patient and I love it where there is a kid in the episode because I want to be a doctor in a hospital somewhere and work in pediatrics. I believe the fact that House has an 18 year old girl who is in love with him makes it more interesting for me too.
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| 9.21.2006 |
| "Stethiscope" |
I just found some new Mythbusters blooper videos on the Discovery Channel website. It was so cute. Tory couldn't say "stethiscope" and it took him like 4 tries to get it right.
"Steth... iscope. It's an easy word... Stethiscope."
Haha, great. And then he said something along the lines of "ladies, I'm single." it was too cute. I emailed him and told him that.
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| posted by Katie @ 7:21 PM |
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| 9.15.2006 |
| Boredness |
So, I tried typing my Tory fan fic, but it is 160+ pages hand written front and back, and I am only on page 13 typing it. I think I'm going to give up on typing it. If I ever decide to publish it, I'm gonna pay someone to type it for me. I mean, I'm a fast typer, but I type a lot slower when I have to read it while I'm typing.
I talked to one of the boys that are in the process of moving in next door to me. Boy, Jeff's gonna be jealous... one boy is a junior at Chaparral and he's in a band. Cool! But his brother is the onbe I talked to, he's 13. I was riding my scooter around with Nate and Alex and I saw Jared (or Jarrod, I don't know how he spells it) and he was looking kinda loike he wanted to join us, but he was too shy to say anything. So I went over and started talking to him and I think now he feels a lot more comfortable here. I have seen his brother, Seth, but I haven't met him yet. I also talked to their dad and it seemed like he was hinting that I should come over and watch their band practice sometime. He knows I was in band and that I like music and stuff. So hopefully this weekend they will keep bringing thier stuff over and then I can actually meet the guy how's my age (Seth). He is hesh, and Nathan thinks he's Emo, but I like his hair.
Now Playing on my Computer:
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| 9.14.2006 |
| I just finished my AP US History Homework! |
Yeah, like the title says. I just got another email back from Chicken... YAY! And Matt, if you ever happen to read this, I'm glad that you care and that you think I need to be careful, but I think I can handle it. Mythbusters last night was awesome. Adam's insurence said that they didn't want him to jump pff the building through awnings, so Tory did! He's cute in a harness. How many times has he needed to be harnessed? 1... 2... 3... That's all the times I can think of, but that's only when he was going to do a stunt. There have been other times when he needed to be harnessed in so he wouldn't fall while he was doing work, like lowering the Chinese Invasion Alarm drum into the 15 ft deep shaft. There's nothing on TV tonight. Well, actually Queer Eye (for the Straight guy) was on earlier, and so was Home Inprovement. I like watching those old re-runs. And my drawing for AP U.S. History is awesome, well, the New England side is. Sorry Andrew, I stole your idea about the witch flying in front of the moon. And thanks, Josh, for giving me the O.K. to put your picture on here. I doubt anyone will see this though, other than Matt (maybe) and Ashley and Kaplow.
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| posted by Katie @ 9:22 PM |
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| 9.13.2006 |
| School Today |
I said something funny today at lunch but I can't remember what it was. But there is this guy at my school, he was there last year but it wasn't as big of a deal as it is now, and he scares Ashley because he looks like Chicken from far away. Up close, I don't think so, but from far away, definitely. Sometimes I see him walking from his 4th period class to Lunch and he takes the same path that Chicken did (when he was there) so when Ashley and I see him, we usually freak out, thinking it's Chicken. Ashley freaks out because she hates Chicken, I freak out because I love Chicken (I luv him, not love him. If you were in my English class last year 3rd period second semester, you'd know what I mean).
I have this thing where I will think a guy is totally creepy, but I'll end up liking him. So now when I say "hey, that guy's creepy" I usually know that I will like him sometime in my lifetime. Like CC. The first day ever of Band Camp. He walked in and I said to Madina "he's really creepy" and I told myself that I would probably end up liking him. I did... the next day. I still do like him and it has been over 2 years but I like him now more as a memory. And then there's Mr. Guy. Me and my friends come up with "code names" for the guys we like or people of that sort. So Mr. Guy (please realize that his last name is not 'Guy') was actually a sub for my P.E. class a few times. He was actually there for a while because we did a badmitton section and he taught us how to play that. Anyway, I told myself that I'd probably end up liking him, and you know what happened? I liked him. I got the name "Mr. Guy" because I never knew what his name was so I'd always say "Why don't you go ask Mr..... uh, that guy" and eventually it turned into Mr. Guy.
Then one night, June 22, 2005 @ approx. 9 p.m., I was watching Mythbusters on TV and I realized that the one guy on the show looked and talked almost identically to Mr. Guy. I fell in love with the guy on Mythbusters (I eventually never saw Mr. Guy anymore because he was a student teacher for a teacher at our school but then got a job actually teaching somewhere else. He was young). The guy on Mythbusters would be Salvatore Paul Belleci, Tory Belleci is what everyone calls him. I still LOVE Tory and it's been over 1 year.
On my 1 year anniversary from liking Tory I happened to be in Oklahoma visiting family so I wasn't sure if 9 pm their time was my anniversary, or if 9 pm California time was it. But since I was only visiting Oklahoma I went by CA time.
Then there's "Ugly Bag Lady." At a time I thought she liked Chicken so her and I were in a silent competition against each other over Chicken. She wasn't in his class, I was. So naturally I had an advantage. Plus I helped him after school and in the morning before school sometimes. Bit I remember that I eventually one the competition because she forfeit. It was his birthday and I gave him a hug and instead of Ugly Bag Lady giving me the evil eye, she said "awe..." That's when I won. After that, I think we got along a little better. But the reason for us calling her "Ugly Bag Lady" was because she had this purse that looked like she killed Bambi and skinned him and then turned him inside-out and turned him into a bag... with some fluff around the edges. Today was the second time this (school) year that she brought that back since last year. Yesterday was the first day... I think.
NEW! 2-HOUR MYTHBUSTERS SPECIAL! They are busting some Mega Movie Myths! I can't wait.
In this feature length episode, it's lights, camera, action as the guys go to town on some of Hollywood's biggest scenes. Hold onto your popcorn bucket, it's going to be a wild ride! -Discovery Channel Official Site
     
Now Playing on my Computer:
- U2 - Beautiful Day
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- Fuel - Hemmorhage (In my Hands)
- Nickelback - Savin' Me
I Like this song. It's By Eifel 65 (yes, the ones who sing 'I'm Blue Da ba Dee"). It's in Italian Viaggia Insieme a Me Viaggia insieme a me Io ti giuderò E tutto ciò che so t’ insegnerò Finchè arriverà il giorno in cui Tu riuscirai a fare a meno di me (x3) Viaggia insieme a me Io ti giuderò E tutto ciò che so t’insegnerò Finchè arriverà il giorno in cui ….. Io ti porterò dove non sei stato mai E ti mostrerò le meraviglie del mondo e quando arriverà il momento in cui andrai tu, tu guiderai tu lo insegnerai ad un altro un altro come te Viaggia insieme a meIo ti giuderò E tutto ciò che so t’insegnerò Finchè arriverà il giorno in cui Tu riuscirai a fare a meno di me (x2) Io ti porterò dove non sei stato mai E ti mostrerò le meraviglie del mondo e quando arriverà il momento in cui andrai tu, tu guiderai tu lo insegnerai ad un altro un altro come te Viaggia insieme a me Io ti giuderò E tutto ciò che so t’insegnerò Finchè arriverà il giorno in cui Tu riuscirai a fare a meno di me (x4) |
| posted by Katie @ 3:18 PM |
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| 9.12.2006 |
| My friend Josh |
Right, so House just got over. It was cool, the kids thought he was being watched my aliens. But it turned out it that he was his own twin and that it was his twin that was hallucinating the aliens.
This is my friend Josh. I love his hair so I had to put up a pic.
My shout-out to Josh (if you ever read this) "I LOVE YOUR HAIR!"
It was all poofy today and it was really cool. |
| posted by Katie @ 9:23 PM |
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I just got this picture of Tory and I think it's so cute I had to put it up. |
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Okay, so I have this 'person' as a teacher for one of my classes and this teacher does not have a good relationship with "Chicken." She stabs him in the back (not literally, even though Ashley wishes she would). So I was sitting in class the other day (and Chicken really wanted to teach the class I was in. It was creative writing) and the teacher goes on saying how we are her favorite class and that she really enjoys having us. Then she starts saying how she was surprised that no one wanted to teach the creative writing class. This made me really mad. Chicken is my friend. The whole reason he decided to come and teach at my school is because the school told him he would be able to teach that class. There was never enough people signed up for the class the past two years, so Chicken started telling all his classes about it and that he would get the job if enough people signed up.
Chicken does not have a good rep. at my school, that is, with the people who he has never taught. There were a bunch of rumors going around the school that some "stuff" had happened and so everyone was afraid of him and they always said "isn't he the one who...?" and then trail off. But the people that were in his class loved him. I know I did. He was an awesome guy as a teacher and as a person, but all the stuck up snobs around here decided to believe the rumors. Your staff didn't like him either, in fact, it is believed between me and him that it was the staff that actually got the rumor started. They (the students and the staff) kept trying to get him in trouble all year and then something happened and he had the choice to leave. He chose to leave and I'm glad he did because it really was a great decision, even though I consider him a close friend.
Anyway, my creative writing teacher never liked him from the start. After I visited him one day at the new place he works, we got to discussing some of the crap that had been going on at my school. I found out that my creative writing teacher it two-faced. I thought she was totally cool and nice and everything, until I heard the truth about her. I have to admit that she puts on a pretty good act.
But she went on saying how no one wanted to teach that class and that she was surprised about it because ti was such a great class to be able to teach. Have that class is made up of people who had Chicken last year and they all know, especially me, how much being able to teach that class meant to him. And she has the guts to say that no one wanted to and that no one even volunteered. That really ticked me off. CHICKEN WAS SUPPOSSED TO GET IT! But our school is fucked up. all I have to say is that they are all hypocrits and media distorters, and I would kill people like that if I got the chance to... and if it was legal.
On a happier note, there is a brand new "House" on tonight @ 8 on Fox. YAY! And Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe is on after that on the Discovery Channel @ 9. It's not a new one, but I still love watching it. And there is a new 2-Hour Special of Mythbusters on tomorrow, also on the Discovery Channel @ 9 tomorrow night.
"House M.D"
Now playing on my computer:
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| 9.11.2006 |
| My First Blog! |
Yeah, so this would be my first blog posting... I'm not sure what to write... yet. I'm probably going to be posting a bunch of stuff about the infamous "Chicken" as my friends and I call him. I have decided to keep his name disclosed, trust me, if you were were I was, you definitely would not want to start more problems than there already are.
 So, I was on Google.com today searching for some pictures of Mike Rowe from "Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe" (it's on the Discovery Channel. that's about the only channel I watch, besides Fox). I found a couple that I think are adorable of him.*
 
*Note: I do not have a crush on Mike Rowe, I simply like the show
BTW, there is a new Dirty Jobs on tomorrow and the Discovery Channel @ 9pm, right after House on Fox @ 8. I am addicted to both. But my ultimate favorite show that I would not be able to live with out has got to be Mythbusters on the Discovery Channel on Wednesdays @ 9pm. I love Tory, he's my favorite. I'll probably be putting a lot of pictures of him on here. ;)
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