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Robert Zimmerman

Age: 22

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Welcome to Not Getting Run Over By A Forklift 101. For our first lesson we'll... ack! No. NO! What a terrible way to start the class!

But aren't solar-powered vampires a bit impractical?

Did you know I have somewhere around one hundred forty entires?

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..:Hurried:..
Thursday 5.13.04 10:49 pm

I'm swamped with homework. I haven't even done half of what I need to do yet. Mr. Phillips is going to kill me with that damned tip sheet of his. I wonder where he got the idea that we would start filling it out as we got the information. He ought to know better after all the years he's been teaching.

I think I'm going to back off *someone* (I don't know why I even bother blanking it out, since everyone knows, apparently.) for a while. I've noticed that she's gotten rather annoyed with my constantly following her around. I think my creepy stalker side got out a little too much too - maybe I should try being more talkative or something... but only after giving her some room to breathe.

Damn... I really have to get to work.

Later, DS
~ Some people have way too much time on their hands...

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..:Reflections:..
Wednesday 5.12.04 09:56 pm

Ah, what a nice end to the track season. I went out doing my best and, although I still got run into the rubber-coated ground, I feel really good about it. Wheeler said my split for the 4x100 was easily better than any of our other runners, even in Varsity. As for Long Jump... Well, yeah. I got an eighteen two and a half. I'm still rather proud, though, since I did get a nineteen and a twenty on my two scratches. I could have won, but I'm cool with it. I was the only freshman competing anyway... I was about to say there's always next year, but I'm not planning on going back.

Going out for track was more to prove to myself that I could do it than actually doing well, and even though I did do well, I'd rather be back in normal PE where life is so much easier... I wish I had realized what I was leaving behind before I left this year... By leaving, not only did I lose contact with a few acquaintances, but leaving also shifted the insults to *ahem* someone and I feel really bad that I'm not there to make fun of Hilda anymore - those days were the best...

Moving on, I really don't feel like doing my homework. There's too much to do tonight before I blank out from exhuastion. I guess it won't be that bad if I just miss one day of it... Oh well, I'll think about doing some.

Later, DS
~ Banana Guard

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..:Sleepy Time:..
Tuesday 5.11.04 09:50 pm

I slept in until twelve today and got to school at about twelve forty. Unfortunately, they didn't believe that I was sick, so I have two hours of detention to serve... I would have stayed home, but that would entail not seeing a certain someone and I wouldn't enjoy not seeing her at all.

I ended up getting to school in time for a math test. Aren't I lucky? I'm in a group of idiots and they pretty much sat around and talked while I was doing the test.

Track is going to suck tomorrow. I have to go to PALs and stay until about nine thirty again. I'm not going to have any time to do my homework, either, since Rich decided he's "going to make me useful". I found that a little creepy, so I didn't inquire as to what he meant... Not after I heard about that track coach from Serra getting arrested for performing *ahem* lewd acts in front of some of the male athletes...

There hasn't been much worth mention today since I've only been up for about nine and a half hours... Well, actually, I did find it rather funny to find all of my french stuff in my mailbox when I got home. Bob apparently waited on my porch for an hour before realizing he could leave it there... Sometimes I wonder about him.

Later, DS
~ What happens if you're blowing out your candles and you wish for one to stay lit?

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..:Neutrality:..
Monday 5.10.04 04:01 pm

Bah, I'm a little annoyed that I was planning on going to the meet and when I left class at one fifteen, I got sent back because I had already qualified for finals. I guess it's sort of a good thing that I didn't go, though, since I'm sick. Of course, I completely forgot that I had to run the mile today, so I was pissed when I realized they had already started and I had to jump in with a thirty second disadvantage. What's worse is that Wheeler left a time that he mandated I get: seven minutes at most. Mrs. Wiard kept yelling at me to go faster, so I killed myself to get a six twenty-four. She wouldn't take off the thirty seconds or so from the beginning, so I was stuck with my pathetic six and a half minutes. I decided to go cough and hack and feel miserable with my burning lungs on the bleachers.

I was really happy thinking I had to go to the meet too, since I realized I hadn't done my math homework in Bio. Today just wasn't a good day for anything.

I felt like an idiot when I couldn't ask a stupid question to someone today and Anna just happened to notice... Maybe I'd be better at talking with her if I wore a blindfold or something... even though that wouldn't solve the problem of thinking I'm going to say something stupid. Oh well, I'll get over it eventually.

On a more neutral note, I re-recorded Too Clear (which I have yet to upload) and Disturbed to include my... uh... less than remedial guitar-playing skills. I fixed the volume, too, since they were rather loud when I first recorded them.

Things in my life could be a lot worse... I could be failing... more of my classes. I could be sick enough to be stuck in bed. I could be completely shunned away by the person I care about... So, yeah. My life is okay, I guess.

Later, DS
~ Most people don't really have a fear of heights, it's mostly a fear of falling from heights.

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..:Compositions:..
Sunday 5.9.04 12:56 am

I finished a good deal (six out of eight) songs that I've been working on, including the infamous (at least with me) Winds of Eternity. Five out of the six that I have done are Electronica and the last one is a little Death Metal to break the pattern. My only regret at the moment is not doing the vocals for WoE. I guess I'll have to finalize it another day.

Bah, I was hoping someone would be up so I could talk to them... The one person I can usually depend on to be up late into the night isn't even up. The horrible part is that I won't be able to get to sleep for another few hours since I'm still rather energetic after my long, long sleep yesterday.

Later, DS
~ Ziwtra's Corner (My songs are up if you care.)

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..:Lost Fragments of the Past:..
Saturday 5.8.04 11:21 am

I just got up after somewhere around sixteen hours of sleep. According to my mother, I passed out while I was on the computer and they rushed me into bed and called a doctor... again. I think I was trying to chat with someone over something, but I don't remember anything that came after track practice too clearly. Anyway, Dr. Wang apparently said that my passing out was no big deal; he said that it was definitely a case of being sick mixed with a lack of sleep and, surprisingly (if you saw me today that is), dehydration. So... yeah. I just woke up and I would say I'm completely over my ailments except I can feel a weird little lump up in my nasal pharynx when swallow and I'm coughing a bit. At least I had one of the best dreams I can ever remember with all that wasted time.

Let's see if I can remember what happened during the day... Second period was terrible, I have a feeling I failed another test. Mr. Phillips was going through questions and I, somehow, missed one entirely. He told me to put "numbering incorrect" on it, but I was a little spaced out and I didn't. Thomas told me to go to the Health Office, but I refused and ended up telling him a little to much about why I wanted to stay and... yeah, that's not good.

We had a lab on genetic drift in Mrs. Hamilton's class,. We had little cards with capital and lower-case A's (and a's) on them and they represented our genotype. We had to 'mate' with people twice, record our offspring's genotype, then die and be reincarnated as our offspring. It was sort of interesting, but I ended up drawing a comic for the greater majority of the period anyway. Mrs. Hamilton came over and looked at it over my shoulder near the end of the period, then snatched the little notebook I was drawing it in. Normally, I wouldn't have had any problem with that, but that notebook just happens to be my journal. She gave it back just before the bell rang, minus the comic, but she wouldn't look at me when she was handing it to me and I know she was blushing, so I'm sure she read it. I hate it when people do stuff like that. At least I've been getting in the habit of filing away old entries weekly, otherwise she'd have had a lot more to be embarrased about reading.

I went to Visions during lunch and it's offical that we're screwed. We have to finish picking what goes in the book and what stays out and formatting it for printing in two weeks. We'll do it somehow... Maybe I should suggest some type of after school meeting.

Wow... I don't even want to say too much about track. We did our boring mile warmup jog and then we started field events. I was helping Sam get his step in high jump for a bit, but then I decided to go practice long jump. To give you a little background, I've never jumped much over seventeen feet in a meet where it actually counted. Rich has always assumed that that meant I got about seventeen in practice. Today, however, he told me to do a jump with him watching, so I did. I ended up landing at nineteen feet seven inches. He stood there gawking at me for awhile, then noticed I had a shovel lodged in the sand. I explained that I had jumped that far earlier and Jesse confirmed it. At this point, I have a feeling Rich got really pissed at me, but he restrained himself from killing me. He asked if I could get that in a meet and I said, "If I look up." (I have never failed to look down at the runway when I jump in a meet and it always costs me a few feet.) He told me he didn't care if I scratched every jump if I jumped that far with each in the meet on Monday, then he told me to go home. I put away the shovels and rakes and the tape measurer, gathered my stuff, and proceeded to leave, but not before notcing Rich and Wheeler staring at me and chatting excitedly...

That's about all I remember of my day, for after I got home, I passed out doing something on the computer. (If you were wondering, no, I don't think yesterday was a block day, I just didn't say anything about first, third, or fifth period.)

Later, DS
~ Why do people buy flowers? They grow for free, yet people buy them to watch them die.

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