The Island of Misfit Toys

School, is, boring.
We do nothing all day.
We sit around.
Well I guess that's something.

"All that is gold does not glitter,
All those who wander are not lost."

People who are easily ammused are generally happier people.
Chris and I spent half the day breaking chunks of ice off the edges of our pool and throwing them into the air and breaking the ice in the middle of the pool. "HOW DARE YOU DEFY US?!?!!!!!! YOU WEAK, THIN, PATHETIC ICE YOU, WE WILL BREAK AND CRUSH AND SMASH YOU...or wait until summer anyways."

Chris was over again today and guess what we did...washed cars and vaccumed the house. Just like we always do.
We went to see The Count of Monte Cristo which was decent, kinda slow at the beginning but the middle/ending was good.

It's been 4 days since I last wrote a blog. I considered resigning my blogging forever, but I'm forever entrapped into the evil blogging powers...

Nothing interesting happens. "Guess what, I vaccumed the house today! I even got to put carpet freshener down! Wow, what an exciting day!"

"LLOOOOSSSTTTT! My precious is lost!!!!!!"
-Golum, The Hobit

I lost my pencil, I get attatched to werid things, OKAY?

Went to Matt and Kelly's party last night. It was decent, Bramble had a nice speaker set up on his computer, they played sharades, scategories and a game caled Rako or something. We played hacky-sack too, I almost broke a picture frame trying to pelt Bramble, who we later taught to lie(play bull-crap) and he was surprizingly good at it...well, not so surprizingly I guess. Bria, a girl from their YG had an Epiphone acoustic I pretended I could play.

I was going to meet the Lasher's at the ParkNRide and go w/them, but I got a ride w/beer-man instead. Good thing too, 'cause they ended up not going. Everyone at the party got quite a kick out of imagining me sitting at the ParkNRide by myself in the snow for God-knows how long.

Three day weekend. Monday is...something day. Martin Luther King Jr. day I think and we have off.
I'm sick.
Sick of people who are self centered, concieted, shallow, uncaring, too good or too cool to talk to anyone, who's "image" consumes them.
They claim to be "differnt" but they ridicule or ignore anyone who's not like them. And why should we be? Who would WANT to be like them?
People suck.

"Stop ryhming, and I mean it."
"Anybody want a peanut?"

And so the cow says to the lawn chair, what's that on your face?
*rimshot*

I'm such an idoit.

I'm trying to think of a caption for this picture.
If you can think of a good one you win a prize.

Whenever I go to check my e-mail there's that little icon on my explorer bar that says "edit your blog" which is the only reason I ever remember to write anything. Mostly because NOTHING goes on, I'm a loser who goes to public school, and that combonation says that the excitement in my life equals zero.
I need to find a ride to Matt and Kelly's on Saturday. I wonder if my mom would let me take the van, I mean what are the odds a cop's going to pull me over and ask for my licence?(Besides that fact I can hardly see over the steering wheel). And I'm a responsible driver, I haven't wrecked...yet.

How in the world am I supposed to keep this up? We're only HALFWAY through school, halfway! It's like I have to go back and do the SAME thing over again. School sucks.

My days consist mainly of school and guitar(which I'm not getting better at but oh well, who asked you).

Chris was over yesterday. We filmed a spoof off the Nike Freestyle Football(soccer) commercial(which is totally awsome, go download it.) I'd take stills of the video and post them but my computer sucks and I can't.
Went out for pizza w/Kyle and Derrek after church today. I ate too much and feel the need to puke but I'm too busy doing my homework at the moment.

The next big thing in Christian music:



Then there's this loser

Finally Friday.

There's a perfectly good explanation I haven't written anything in 4 days...I couldn't. Blogger said something about a limit and overload or something like that, anyways.
School's the same as it has always been, it sucks.
YG Wed. night was the normal, music, our lesson then hacky sack.
I have soccer tonight and I am thoroghly looking forward to getting some exercise. I fear my weight is gaining, my muschles atrophying, and my pace slowing. In short it's winter and I'm getting lazy.

*pppbbbttt* We took Lex back to OSU today. Trip was pretty uneventful, lots of snow-we saw 4 wrecks; 2 within an hour.
I read "Finding God in Lord of the Rings" on the way down; I had to finish it 'cause Lex was taking it w/her but it was only about 100 pages. Compared to Dracula which I'm reading for english and is a whomping 400 pages!!!
Oh well. Right now I'm praying for a cancelation or delay tomarrow. We have about 5 inches here.

*OOGAH BOOGAH!!!*

W A N T E D:


Recently updated to the FBI's 10 Most Wanted List.
Kyle Barthloic(left) and Zach Weber(right), who go by the names, "Zam Zam" and "Mr. Blade"
These two are wanted for impersonating road kill, aggrivating a salt truck, and numerous other charges.
Citizens are to be warned that they are retarted and dangerous, do not confront them without the aid of phycological personnel.
Profiles:
Kyle Bartholic: Known to speak a seemingly unintelligent babbling language, interpretated only by his counterpart. Carries weapons of mass confusion in a guitar case. Hankerchief in left pocket is estimated to have been used 1 million times without washing.
Approx. 8 ft. tall and 500lbs with purple eyes. Hair dye: brown--actual hair color: unknown.
Zach Weber Often uses a wheelchair to disquise walking capability. Heighth: N/a Known to crack his neck to annoy people and steal candy from small children and babies. Questionable computer knowledge. Uses exessive ammounts of duct tape and safety pins, reason unknown. Has been sighted in public talking to trash cans and hiding in mailboxes.

Johnny was a chemist's son but Johnny is no is more;
What Johnny thought was H20 was H2S04.

Water cleans the system, acid eats the flesh;
Squirm yourself much deeper into the pit of selfishness;
The burn of death is what you crave, I'll gladly bow and be your slave;
I'll surve you all the days I live my chemical god to you I give.

Acid head, walk like the dead...

Pacify your emptyness - it becomes more you become less;
All the platitutdes you need, planted by the demon seed;
Hurting only me not you, to those around it isn't true;
The life you wreck is not your own, He grieves upon his holy throne.

Acid head, life in the red...

Close the book it's time to die
Don't get up don't even try
Think about your soul instead
Where will you be when you're dead."
-Acid Head by Tourniquet

Boredom + long day + annoying loud shallow idoits + lack of sleep = school.

One more day off my life thrown down the drains of public school, Maybe learning; but not living.
I'd rather have been a monk and read scrolls.

More pics of those incredibly wise Koreans.

And people wonder why I get hurt.
I like jumping chairs, but I hate running hurdels in track.(Too short)
This was at one of our youth group winter retreats(we were kinda bored) Aunt Cindy(one of our youth leaders) didn't want to give me the pic 'cause she said it was a lawsuit waiting to happen. But my parents would never sue anybody 'cause I got hurt, I do that on my own.

It's a new year!
Hmm, funny - feels a lot like the last one...
2002 I don't like it, too symetrical, well, not really but who asked you? It's a palindrones year.

Went to Chris'(Youell) house; Kyle, Derrek, Bailey, Mike, myself, Josh and then Dave and Andy were there. We just, hung around I guess. Watched The Princess Bride, Happy Gilmore, music videos on Chris' computer, watched some ball thingy fall down a pole. Stuff like that.