Sunday. 2.22.09 3:09 pm
Saturday. 2.21.09 9:01 pm
I don't even know what to say.
I'm so sick of my brother's macho-badass bullshit. He's all, "I'm so cool, because I'm angry all the time, and I listen to the same angry songs all the time really loud, and when I don't get what I like I punch holes in things and swagger around the neighborhood at night without telling anyone where I am."
He gets mad at me because I don't give him a ride to the movies to hang out with his friends. A) I don't owe him a ride anywhere, and if I say NO then that should be the end of it. I don't have to explain myself. His rides are a gift, not a right. B) I really couldn't because I was supposed to be cleaning my room, and am in fact still doing that.
He comes shouting and yelling into my room for almost 8 minutes straight, and when his friend calls, he shouts at me so she can hear his manly anger. Notice, he doesn't get mad at his friends. They're the ones who fall through on their plans. They're the ones who text him to come watch the movie starting in half an hour, on a Saturday night, when we live 25 minutes away from the theater. His friends need to get it together, not me.
I have a massive headache. I think I'll go straight to bed, tonight.
Several times Katie told me she'd talk later, so all day long I've had this kind of waiting in the back of my mind, and at 8:30 she reveals that she's doing her own thing today. That's good and fine, in all seriousness, except that I've been left out to hang all day long. I mean, by 8:30 I kind of already knew that anyway.
We won our game this morning by a shaky 3 points. This is pretty good, considering our record, but it was a REALLY dirty game. I can't decide if we were just really unlucky or if the referees were actually out to get us. One kid on our team has a hard time keeping his cool, and when some kid packed him real bad we all expected the ref to call a foul. Tim (that's his name) was on the floor and everything, and the entire crowd sitting under the basket was hollering foul. But, when Tim throws his hands up in the "where's the foul?!" manner, the ref gives him a tech. The dude hurt Tim's hand, which was pretty obvious, but the ref wouldn't budge.
Later Tim apologized to the ref for losing his temper, which he definitely did do.
I'm looking through a bunch of my old shirts in a drawer, and I found one of my favorites from when I was a kid that I'd completely forgotten about. It's in Greek, so I have no idea what it means, but there's an angry little cartoon character boy (reminds me of Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes, actually,) with a mantle of leaves in his hair. I don't get it, but I love it, and it barely fits. :D
There's a little hole right next to the boy's nose. D:
www.yourfonts.com lets you make fonts out of your own handwriting. Pretty easy, and the fonts work really well in Word and other stuff. My friend has a Mac and no complaints, either. Whoo!
More shirts await.
Friday. 2.20.09 9:12 pm
A purely systematic thought (all thoughts of destiny aside):
Every person on earth is a miracle of chance, if you take into account the chances of their parents meeting and the person living their childhood a certain way and turning into a certain person, and compound those chances for every generation of ancestors. Then multiply THAT by the planet's population.
Every (generally healthy) person is made of trillions of cells, which for the most part act as a well oiled biological machine and make up one of the most astonishing and inspiring feats of engineering on the planet, at the very least. And every second, each person is host to a barely controlled furnace in each of these cells that powers its life, reproduction, and eventual death.
Relative to the center of, say, our galaxy, I actually have no idea how fast we move. But it's really fast. And even faster relative to the universe, etc. But we have no idea, for the most part. That's pretty cool, right?
So yeah, I was thinking about all that, and my contacts lined up perfectly on my eyes so the trees and skyline was in perfect focus, and I almost floated all the way home.
To be POPULAR!
Wednesday. 2.18.09 7:18 pm
I may begin doing the morning announcements at my school.
Every morning, my bud David (HEY DAVID!) comes in and does the morning announcements, which air on the school TV network. It's usually stuff that nobody pays attention to, but David seems like he has a blast, and he personally invited me to be his apprentice. For the rest of the year, I will be learning under him, co-starring (if you can call it that) on the show (again...). And he's graduating early next year, like the little PLATT that he is, so I'll be on my own.
I'm excited by this.
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