Are you restless like me?

To state the obvious, I fixed this thing up a bit.

The black and white was getting boring and I wanted a column. Also, when blogger fixed the comment system they screwed up my CSS, so I used a table this time. To your left there will be neat stuff. I'm thinking of adding links to my favorite sites. I'm not sure about linking to other journals though, I'd end up having a long list. Right now there's random photos I have on Flickr. That site is great. It' combines the comments and pictures thing from myspace and the communities from livejournal, throws out the drama and adds some talent into the mix, which all adds up to a good place to waste time.

It's after midnight now. I finished two nights of pre-cal homework because I didn't do it over the weekend. I should read the next chapter for chemistry but it will have to wait until morning.

This scheduling thing is crazy. Why would they only give us two school days to get all the signatures? I hate the councilors, or whoever planned this, they're idiots. These are big decisions we're making here.

I guess I'll attempt to sleep now.
Any thoughts on the new design? Anything I should put in the side column?

Today was pretty good until just about now.

My mind is racing, for lack of a better word. I can't really concentrate. My mood keeps changing. My head is starting to hurt now, but I don't want to get coffee and stay up late. I can't stand all this homework all the time and all these projects. I wish we just had classwork and tests. I can do tests, rather well. Even if I'm bullshitting them.

My sister asked me if I felt emo (because I had Alkaline Trio on) and I wasn't at the time, but now I'm in a very weird mood. Like I'm missing out on something. And it sucks.

And there's something driving me crazy.

And my shoulders and neck are all tensed up and I'm gritting my teeth a lot lately.

But there's something about wearing a jean jacket that makes me feel cool. Especially this one.

And now I'm back to the not-so-good mood.

And now I'm going to get some coffee, and some advil, so much for sleeping before 11 tonight.

For the first time in a long time I've had three consecutive great weekends.
I've been starved for conversation lately, and now I'm content.

I made my apron for shop! Yay! No more filthy ones. Mine is brown with cream polka dots and orange/red flowers. It's not quite as girly as I had envisioned, but it works.

My room is rather dark, the light socket is broken. We tried to put a bulb in and it made a popping noise and dripped glowing, molten metal. Just a little though, no fires. Then today my mom forgot and tried to turn it on and it sparked and started to smoke. So I taped the switch down.

I should go work on homework, but it's boring. And I need to make myself dinner. I hate it when my parents say "you can have whatever you want." It really means "you can have whatever you find."

I leave you with this:
"Soon ends our stay here, and it's been fun, so tonight I raise my glass to us."

I believe I mentioned this to a few people before, but I was going to make a shirt that had this cute little cartoon drawing of some vegetables smiling and it was going to say "Vegetables are people, too." I have since decided not to make it, but here's why I brought it up.
I found this.

That's a link to a shirt that could kind of be taken either way, for or making fun of vegetarians, but that's not the point. The drawing on the shirt is the same one I was going to use for mine. It's a coloring book page I found online. Aren't companies like that supposed to have an artist or someone to draw those things for them?

Today was a pretty damn good day, especially after I got my chemistry test over with. I hope finishing all 60 multiple choice questions in 12 minutes isn't a bad thing. If I had spent anymore time on it I would have confused myself and changed all the answers.

I hate that good people's lives and futures can so easily get fucked up. Why do the councilors let some kids slip through the cracks? Why can't people sit down and come to an agreement with their kids? I feel like such a spoiled, stuck-up brat and I take things like how cool my parents are for granted. I'm such an idealist sometimes, and it makes me blind. I'm so caught up in how my home-life works that I can't see how someone else's may be different. And I get mad at myself because I can't help. And now I feel really bad because one of my closest friends is having a hard time and I can't do anything about it. He doesn't deserve shit like this, no one does, but especially not such an awesome kid like him.

I think I need to go do something productive. Please don't ask me who that was about because I don't know how he'd feel about it if I told you. I hope things get better for him, and you should hope so too, I don't write stuff like that about just anyone.

I was being stupid and I told Crystal that some of the assholes guys in my shop class were talking shit about her. They were, but there's nothing she could do about it so I shouldn't have told her. But anyway, Susan asked if I said anything to them and I said no. I wanted to, but all I could think of was "shut up dumbass" and I didn't think that'd go over real well. Then Susan continued to say what she "would have said" if it had been her. Right. I seem to remember that less than a year ago a certain Ryan Burns called Tasha, April, Janelle, and I dikes in art, right in front of Susan, and she sat there. And this wasn't a class full of guys she didn't know. She had friends in that class, and she knew Ryan. Yet she expects me to mouth off to a bunch of older guys that I barely even know the names of. The same guys that I have to ask for help from and see everyday.

Yeah, hypocrisy pisses me off too.

I wish I had said something along the lines of, "Shut the hell up, you guys don't even know her." Granted, that's not the best line ever, but continue.
To which one probably would have responded, "I've known her since 7th grade."
The I would have retorted, "She's been one of my best friends since 2nd grade and she's one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, but you're too stupid for her to care about."
And I assume there would be mumbles and some Oh's and such, and Bower would probably step in about there and tell the guys that Crystal's a sweet girl and if they keep talking they'll get sentences.

Or, I wish I had brought up the Ryan incident to Susan after she said that stuff so she would have realized her own cowardice and maybe apologized.

Alas, I always think of the right (or close to the right) thing to say hours after the moment has passed. Maybe that's why I like writing and communicating through email/aim/comment boxes; there's more time to think about what you want to say and how to word it right. Then again, I do like to talk in person, but usually those conversations advance differently than written ones. Anyone see where I'm going with this? I can't really explain any further, it's late and I need to sleep.

Here's pictures. The quality is bad becuase I let a website resize them. Oops.


A spy photo of a man, in an office.


Monday's storm.


The freeway, 580 West I believe.


My binders.

I'm done.

Lunch was barren today.

I should study for my chemistry test, I don't know why he decided to test us on three chapters at one time.

I love my speakers. They may be old but they're far superior to my sister's crappy Dell ones. She can't even adjust the bass. Right now I have Radio (the song) blasting in stereo with the bass just perfect. And my mom isn't mad. Because she loves this song. In fact, I think I'll turn it up some. There, just in time for the chorus.

Alkaline Trio is still ruling itunes and the ipod. Speaking of which, the ipod needs a new name. Lennie didn't really stick. And the ipod seems so impersonal. Maybe I should name my dad's camera, too.

Does anyone else wish that certain lyrics were how you felt/how someone felt about you?

I wish I could get ahold of $5, 495 or something close to that. There's this great summer program at UC Berkeley for communications/journalism and it counts for college credit and everything. But it's so damn expensive. I need to find something to do this summer, last year was such a waste.

I think this is enough.

My calculator is gold.
It could kick your calculator's ass.

At approximately 3:50 AM I had a temperature of 102.3 degrees. At approximately 2:00 PM I had a temperature of 100.2, so it's going down. I barely slept last night. I won't have coffee after 6 anymore. I wish chemistry and history were easy to make up, then I wouldn't have had to go at all today. But I've been home and sleeping and I'm starting to feel better.

How did Danny and I end up with like the same symptoms at the same time when we don't know anyone else that's sick?

My mom got me ice cream for my throat.

Here's quotes from a pretty song:
"So here's your grade today, an A for loving me, you didn't mean to share your heart with me." "Call you on that stage, I'm wondering about you every single day."
Mike Park-"On That Stage"

Again, I go back to Alkaline Trio. I think I'll go back to sleeping now.

I don't want it to happen. But if it did I don't think I'd be able, or even be willing to stop it.

Ignore that.

Today actually kind of was an adventure, complete with hail, lightening, thunder, rain, trespassing, photos, vulgarity, loitering, and pictures we found of other people. More details and pictures to prove it later, like tomnorrow.

More.


I fell in love, but they were $40.


Apparently anit-christians are also anti-spelling.


Buffalo Exchange forgot something.


Everyone gets to pose with the star.


Everyone gets to pose with the star.


Huge.


I bought this for a dollar off the joke bum. He was awesome. He signed it, Jim.


Close-up because his expression is awesome. I don't know how he got someone to take this picture.


I like the dome in the bart station.

This so Danny has something new to see here. And so Tasha will quit her bitching.
From Fondue Fred's and Buffalo Exchange:


These shoes are "ridic."


Allison dropped meat in our soda.


It was the day before Valentine's day, the restaurant was festive.


We had leftover vegetables.


They were Swiss.

More to come.

Dammit Danny. I've acquired (ripped/bought) at least five new cds in the past week alone and I've listened to maybe only two. You know why? Because I keep putting my collection of Alkaline Trio on shuffle. I blame you. I think I can sing along with every song I have. But at least it's good music. I'll get to the other stuff later.

On another note, I think my hands are dyslexic. I keep typing words with the letters all out of order. I think one hand may be faster than the other.

People don't get scene points for hanging out with stoners.

Shit, if I had been there and been searched I would never hang out with them again. But I wasn't there, and I won't be there. I'll stick with my friends who don't get their backpacks searched and their pipes confiscated.

I don't get it.

What do you see in that crowd?

Anyway, I'm off to Thrift Town.

"And you're blind to the fact that my heart's stopping."
Yes, that's New Found Glory. You can all be quiet now.

"Another sunny afternoon, walking to the sound of my favorite tune."
Oasis, now you can't say anything about that, Oasis is god.

Some guy in my math class was singing "Sweater Song," it made me happy. Actually, lots of people sang in that class today. Two other kids broke out in a duet of "Build Me Up, Buttercup." Then the one black guy was singing and dancing in his seat through most of the class, as usual.

Woodshop makes me want to have a bonfire. I wish I had a fireplace.

I'm a reasonable man, get off my case.

backspace4774: hiding again?
l0range: I always do..
l0range: that sounded emo
l0range: :[

Friends, chemistry students, classmates, lend me your ears (eyes?), we have two options on our hands:

1) Form a study group and work together to learn the things Winemiller isn't teaching us.

or the possibly more effective,

2) Form a super-secret spy network to smuggle in answers and/or rid ourselves of this so-called "teacher" who assigns work and only speaks to insult us.

The latter may have negative effects in the future, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
He told us to be free thinkers, right?

To quote The Benjamins, "I think I'm dying here, I think I'm dying here."

This song seems appropriate given today's holiday:

So where'd you go?
How was your vacation home?
Well obviously you were busy,
too busy for me.
So this is how you leave me,
I'm broken hearted on the floor.
My tears seep through the crack under my door,
where I am locked in,
shut down,
I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground.

So happy Valentine's day,
I hope the sun's out in New York,
I hope he bought you roses,
I hope he bought you roses.

So happy Valentine's day,
I hope the sun's out in New York,
I hope he bought you roses,
I hope he bought you roses.

That one was just because I like the song, it has nothing to do with my current emotional state, which, by the way, happens to be rather hard to describe at the moment.

I got a Flickr account for my pictures. Go there to see pictures from Berkeley and other assorted ones. I'll be adding more soon.

Don't worry, I'll still put pictures in here, but not huge lists of them.

Today was kind of odd.

To the tune of "Hammer Time": Can't touch this, homework time.
That was stupid.

Today was alright. The lady at Fondue Fred's was funny, every time she came out with different fondue she would say things like"Let's party!" and "It's Party time!" And she shoved cheesecake right in front of Tasha's face and asked "Cheesecake?" Then Tasha and I were hell of hard core and ditched Erker and wandered the streets of Berkeley by ourselves. Naturally I called my mom and asked her first.

My dad just walked in and gave me my annual valentine's heart-shaped box of chocolate. I can't remember a year he didn't get us each one. Aw, my brother won't get one, unless, well, that's a little doubtful, but hey it could happen, he's a funny geek.

My heart feels heavy. I'm sorry if I pissed you off Stephanie. I guess I'm a hypocrite, in more than a few ways, but we just don't agree on this whole animal rights/vegetarian thing. I should learn to keep my mouth shut. But you can't stop me from wearing my wool/angora/cashmere scarf.

Time for the loser "I'm so depressed because I don't have a valentine" part of this entry, you can stop reading now. Seriously, this probably won't make any sense. But shit, that kid makes me crazy. I barely even know him. Being near him kills me, and now she's coming home and I'll have to see them together and I almost cried when I saw them together that day around Thanksgiving. I feel so ridiculous and stupid because it's so pointless and I don't even know him very well. He's so oblivious all the time. I want to smash his headphones so he might actually talk. But I don't know if I could handle hanging out with him on a regular basis, I get so weirded out every time I talk to him, even if it's just for a few minutes. Maybe I just need to find out somethings about him that I hate, maybe I'd get over him. But I barely know anything and none of it's bad so it's like he's this perfect guy that if I could just spend time with I'd find out that he's amazing or something. Then there's his girlfriend, the girl who got an art scholarship (I think) and can write and draw beautifully and is beautiful herself. And I almost hate her. I don't even know her. Shit. I'm going to stop now. If you can't figure it out and want to know who this is just IM or email me, I don't want to put it in here because I don't know who may read this (besides like the 3 who leave comments every once in awhile).

Have a nice night, or day, or afternoon.

My first trip to Berkeley (other than multiple field trips to the Lawrence Hall of Science) was great fun. Stephindie made for a very good guide.

I came home with a neat-o corduroy hat, The Streets Original Pirate Material cd, a nice new silver ring for my thumb, a Monet calendar that now adorns my stark white walls, a mountain of a macaroon that I gave to my dad and sister, and a sense of incompleteness because neither the used KGB shirt nor the used Weakerthans shirts fit me. I also took some pictures that I will eventually get around to posting.

Today was the film festival thingy at the Sun Gallery. Willy's latest work is, in my opinion, his best.

I made a very floppy wallet.

Here's more pictures.

I can't write very well right now, so here are more pictures.









More to come.

Oh, someone give me $3300 so I can spend 3 weeks taking an expository writing class at Stanford over summer. I'd get to live there and everything. It would be so great.

I finally got to play with my dad's digital camera.
Here's one of the 16 pictures I uploaded. I call the series "Pieces of My Room."

This is my cassette player/radio circa 1980's, I think.


It's late, I'll post more later.

I found these stupid buttons for sale online. I hope this place gets sued for making money off livejournal's name.



This almost makes me want my own button maker so I can wear all of my beliefs and opinions on my messenger bag.

Oh, and I didn't even bother with all the feminist and "zinester" ones, there was just too many.

Tip: Don't take two Benedryl pills if you plan on standing up at all for the next five hours.

Writing in all capitals is hard work.