Updates galore. Shall I fetch the pinata and alchoholic beverages?

OK SO. Talent show was awesome. Kinda sweaty, but still pretty radical.

I got my hair cut, and I slightly resemble a dude, but slightly not. 

I went to see my cousins, who are adorable, adorable, little children.

Aaaaaaand I just returned from magical fun time at King's Island. Freaking rode EVERYTHING (thanks, of course, to Lily and his persuasive abilities). The cicadas were like the screeching bowels of hell, but once you get past that, it's pretty awesome. The price of drinks was a huge ripoff, though. Freaking place is being run by commies.

Except Delerium, which was apparently German made, and we know they're all Nazis anyway. Heil nausea.
The day also resulted in some pretty hilarious coincidences, and amusing quotes (see title of entry).
"How did she not fall out?"
"Is she your wife?"
"OW, MY BALLS"
"No, I believe you're a fruit" "Remember? He's the one with the sore balls and angry girlfriend"


Upon my return, I found that I have apparently recieved a scholarship for a three credit course at UC for getting a 1200 on my SAT.

My feet hurt.

Yeah....about my lack of updating...

I've had an enormous workload what with research projects and extracurriculars etc. BUT I PROMISE THAT AS SOON AS THIS PROJECT IS COMPLETED I WILL REFRAIN FROM ABANDONING THIS THING AND POST. Not that anyone reads this thing, anyway. As for the contents of this journal:

I will continue to make my usual, mundane "blah blah blah this is mah life" entries, but I have several detailed plans to transform this journal into something relatively entertaining. This journal will now be home to my insane, possibly dangerous science experiments and abominations. Silly devices and machines, some electronic, others of the over-complicated Rube Goldberg variety. My artistic projects will be put here in addition to being added to a new deviantART account. These include my more traditonal pencil to paper drawings, as well as my unusual little creations like flipbooks, wierd crafts, and other oddities. Perhaps, if we're lucky, I'll be able to set to work on some film projects as well...? All in good time, friends. I wish to make myself useful. Summertime will unleash some very creative days, I assure you.

*now back to reading some lovecraft*

Seriously. I have no idea who it is, but some group of dilweeds keeps parking out in front of my house and talking at absurd volume levels. AT THREE IN THE MORNING. I don't know what they're doing there, but they need to cut it out before I lose my mind and stock up on water balloons filled with rancid gravy out of my refridgerator. Seriously, you're gonna get pelted next time. Also, slamming your car doors is totally unnecessary. Please to be running over your own heads soon. And not only do they make a huge disturbance, they also litter up and down the street. I do not want to have to constantly dodge your used "items" on my walk home from school. That is gross. Find a trashcan for the sake of us all.

On the subject of litter, I see some pretty hilarious stuff when I direct my attention at the area around me feets. People leave all kinds of crazy stuff on the street. Old action figures and really out of place stuff. 

Also, there is a HUGE trail of bronson cans leading from the high school down the road to where the middle school is. This wouldn't be as funny were it not for the fact that the bronson in question was Nattie Light.

Although I can't say I'm an expert on the subject, from what i've managed to gather from adults is that Natural Light = the urine water of all beers. NATURAL LIGHT: THE OFFICIAL BEER OF GEORGE WASHINGTON HIGH SCHOOL.

If there was scrap of hope for intellectual advancement left present in the world, it has been burned and shredded beyond any hope of repair.

I cannot turn on a news channel without hearing senseless blather about the world of celebrity and rehab and supposed philanthropism of those who you know are so much more interesting than you.

Every news station I turn to, every current events website I access, and every newspaper I read, is plastered with the faces of the world's most precious and beloved trainwrecks. It's the inescapeable grasp of our obsession with other people's business that has stolen every sense of rationality and priority and smashed it into oblivion, and then continues paint our headlines with its filth. Next time you're at the grocery, look at the news stand. The tabloids vomit their headlines at you, all telling you to read about someone much more interesting than you are. The things they say are disgusting, too. I can honestly say that i have never touched one of these magazines, and I hope to God that I never will.

On a related topic: The Holy Trinity of Downward Spirals
 I speak, of course, of the three females that the world tends to feed from: Miss Hilton, Miss Lohan, and Miss Spears.
I realized that it has become fashionable to say "I hate Paris Hilton" or "Lindsey Lohan is such a chipper", but I honestly don't hate them. They are just not worth my time. People are too ignorant to realize that constantly talking about how much they suck only adds to their fame. If you just stopped giving them so much attention, eventually the world would get bored and they'd go away. I realize that my mentioning them is totally contradictory to the point that i have been trying to impress upon you, but it was a necessary instance. One moment of conundrum to delete all the rest.
              Let us vow that this be the last time we give them the attention that they love.

This is just a base. I'll make some adjustments and add a spiffy background or header image or something later. Right now everything's just yellow and green. I love sunflowers.

I'm getting all four wisdom teeth cut out on Friday, and the only thing I'm worried about is my ability to eat following surgery. That should say something about me.

My stomach hurts reeaally bad. Boy howdy do I love these Frank the Goat images. Could there be a more appropriate way to express my emotions than with the face of a horned farm animal? I think not.

The Spinto Band's music makes me want to crap rainbows and sunshine. Not unicorns, though. I'd imagine it to be painful.