Bu5h\/\/4[k3d Vol. 2

1) O-Ren Ishii
2) John Kerry
3) Bud
4) Jesus
5) Bill

I've killed a lot of "people" to get this far and I'm not lettin' a renegade Greeny get in my way. I am gonna kill Bill. But first: Kerry's Downfall. Kerry was finally humbled and silenced on Wednesday in a crushing defeat at the hands of G-Dub. When the votes were being tallied (most ineffeciently) by someone on some sort of modified spreadsheet (on OS 9! I mean we're up to 10.4 in a few months!), the freshman classes reported and time after time it was, "37 votes for Bush, 2 for Kerry, and a pity vote for Al Gore." Sophomores were basically the same with maybe one "12 votes for Kerry, 11 for Bush". As the grade level went up, polarization towards Kerry also seemed to go up, but it wasn't enough. By the time we were through the Junior class, Bush already had more than 300 electoral votes; Kerry had less than 100. (|0| 73h |00z0rz!!1!)

While I heard a lot of Bush bashing because I'm a senior and apparently most of the senior class votes to the left, I did here a few interesting comments about Kerry. Apparently he once was talking to some person and the person said he disagreed with him on such-and-such an issue and Kerry said something to the effect of, "Oh, well I voted that way before too." Yeah so he can't even deny that he could compete in the next olympics' gymnastics games.

Kerry's spokesperson was good about....okay no. He really wasn't that great either. And whoever allowed him to get into public speaking should be shot. He has one of the most annoying voices I have ever heard. And he talked far too much. I think I zoned out while he was talking because I remember very little about what he said except that he ripped on Reagan and Mr Hancock was like, "Oh no you di'int!"

John Kerry has the charisma of Charles and/or Marylon (I won't even bother looking up the correct spelling of that name. I leave that to some nit-picky person like Byrne or Audrizzle.) Manson.

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A li'l somethin' I cooked up while in the box office. Rawk.

BU5H\/\/4[K3D Vol. 1

Issues Day has come and gone. The people have chosen the next president of the United States. That unfortunately means that nothing will change in the White House except maybe the progressive worsening of Cheney's arterial walls. Bush-Cheney won in a landslide victory beating Kerry's 100-some odd electoral votes with 343ish. The electoral districts were divided by homeroom and mine was the only one to give our electoral votes to a third party candidate, Michael Badnarik. He got 12 electoral votes which I calculated to be about 2.04%. So unfortunately he lost, but that was to be expected. I wasn't familiar with the Libertarian Party until this week and it is actually quite interesting. It's like Politicians' "Best of" Mix.

I won't go on any longer about them. Check out Badnarik for yourself and you decide what you think. I have other things to talk about. Like how the Repuclican brought in to debate/answer questions used the discussion as a medium to campaign for Matt Blunt. He was asked a question about how Bush would handle some situation and he gave a half-assed response on what Bush believes and then went on to say, "Matt Blunt is in the same situatio! Matt Blunt is Jesus Christ! A vote for Matt Blunt is a vote for Jesus!" Then the two debators (John Hancock, a republican, and some guy Mr. Smith, a democrat) Went off on wild back and forth debate on the quality of Reagan's leadership and whether or not Clinton really was responsible for the economic grown during his own administration. I haven't studied either of their administrations too intensively so I really can't make a decision; if you want to know about it, I suggest you ask Byrne who by the way was told, "Wow...you're the man," by Mr. Hancock when he came up to ask a question and the entire school cheered louder for him than they had for even the debators. Hancock also went off on how we are all clearly much safer than before the war in Iraq; that just turned into a pep rally of sorts, playing on the emotions of the mindless Freshmen who vote how their parents tell them to. That's also the reason why Issues Day has had a 100% accuracy rating of electing the president for the last 60 years. Freshman have no minds of their own, so they vote the way their parents vote.

Finally, Mr Hancock once again made a boo boo when he used Booker T Washington's quote

�In all things purely social we can be as separate as the five fingers, and yet one as the hand in all things essential to mutual progress."

So he came off as looking like a complete segregationalist as well as a war monger and a professional politician less popular than a high school senior. My English teacher pointed out that he accurately demonstrated and represented not only George Bush's political inclinations but also his incredible rhetorical skills.

Wow, I'm in a Bush-Bashy kinda mood today for some reason. I didn't even get to mention the crazy stuff I learned about Kerry yesterday, and now I have to run off to theology. I'll conclude Issues Day coverage...

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Yes indeed. Tomorrow will be quite the experience. Every 4 years my high school cancels school, but requires us to come in anyways to continue America's second oldest tradition� voting. The first of course is that we moan and bitch about not getting what we want. From that came the electoral process which solved the problem of bitching about problems within the country (to some extent), but gave and still gives the citizens something else to gripe about, like the Florida fiasco in the last Presidential election and the "Oh my God he did not just go there!" scandal in the 1493 election. Now a group of 1000 immature high school students will do their civil duty and participate in a mock election. Issues Day actually does provide some important insights which can be applied to the overall voting population across the country, the most important of which is that they just don't care. National voter paticipation among eligible voters has not risen above 60% since the 1968 elections and there is little or no indication that that is about to change because of so polarized an election as this one. The ones who plan on voting merely speak out loudly; there really isn't a large group of people who care enough to make any noise about any cause political or otherwise. This is certainly true of my high school where, on the last Issues Day, Ralph Nader swept the entire Senior class's vote after his announcement that, if elected, he would legalize marijuana. Well I suppose that at least got them to the ballots.

Aside from that college preparations are really heating up. I need to write an essay to one of my teachers so she can write my letter of recommendation and then I have to get my college admission essay from another teacher and revise that until it surpasses the expactation of Mr. Edward Engrish himself, creator of the Engrish language. (In case you are wondering, his name was changed to English on Ellis Island, and that is where we get the word "engliamatarion" meaning one who engliamates.) I think my the former is actually shaping up pretty well, better maybe than even my admission essay. I dunno. I'll let my teacher decide that. But I just want a break from all this college pressure which according to my pressurometer is right now about 13 Terrapascals, which according to numerous professionals in the field of pressuronomy is just under the amount necessary to cause 13.1 Terrapascals pressure.

Hm, I just used the find feature of Firefox 1.0PR and it is nifty to the max. I wasn't planning on dowloading it at home because then I'd have to open the library and import all my settings and extensions and whatnot, but I think I may just do that. It has a new highlight feature which I greatly desire.

But I digress. And now I depart. Expect a full report on Issues Day within the next whenever. Oh, but before I forget, I'm considering dropping this blog altogether as I don't appear to be getting as many readers as I used to. Or at least far fewer comments. On second though, I like to blog here, so I'll just keep it anyways.

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Those who know me know that I am way to cool to go to a football game, (I really don't like the sport at all.) so last night Toots and I went a cruisin in his Navigator. We first went to the Caf�, did some homework, and browsed the bookstore. I was surprised to learn that Toots really enjoyed reading a Fantasy series. (Series! Not just one book.) Toots doesn't seem the fantasy type; he's more the "US Weekly" type. He did in fact crack open the latest issue of US Weekly to find out if Briteny was seriously pregnant. Then we went back to homework while snacking on stuff from the Caf�. I had an asiago pretzel that was oh so delish. I think Toots had a carrot cake. I can't attest to its quality, but I'm sure it was good too.

After an hourish of homework, we both agreed that Calculus is in fact the devil incarnate and needs immediate exorcism from this earth. When we weren't able to find "Exorcism for Dummies DVD Edition", we gave up on homework and went to the Smoothie Lord. If you haven't been to see the Lord de la Smoothie you are 73h 5ux0rz. Go forth and multiply smoothie sales. Anyways, I had a Banana boat smoothie and a pizza bread stick both of which were really really good. We went to my house and watched The Last Samurai. We in this instance was D-M and I. Toots fell asleep for a good hour and slept through the most dramatic/loudest scenes of the movie. He had intended on doing homework white watching the movie, but succeeded in neither task. Poor lad. After the movie, D-M and I talked for a while until it got so late that we had to wake up Toots and send him home half-conscious. I think he made it home without drifting too far off the road. Such was my day. Now back to homework.

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Okay first a side note: I'm really excited. The school library just got eMac G4's running on OS X so I FINALLY was able to download Firefox and can once again check my Gmail on the Macs. Huttah for Premium OS Xage.

Now to the real meat of my new low sodium mechanically-separated, artificially flavored blog product. Yesterday, the first block day, had 4 80 minute classes. After school and practice (which I really didn't go to because of a knee injury) I came home, watched an episode of The Fairly Oddparents (Timmy wished to be invisible. Hilarity ensued. [I love Mr. Crocker. WATCH THE SHOW!]), and then sat down with my psychology book to get my homework done. I was sound asleep within 5 minutes. I don't know exactly how much sleep I got but I'm guesstimating it at about 10 hours which is twice what I get on an ordiany school night. So I am very well rested today, but unfortunately I have no where to spend my energies.

I have had and will have only one class today after a homeroom that began at 9:15. In that class (Calculus) we did nothing. I got so bored I practiced my signature for a while, and you'll be happy to know that I've got my first name down to where I'm happy with it. After that, a 10 minute break. After that, and continuing to the present is my free period. 80 minutes long. Before lunch. And another 15 minute break. I figured I'd read the Scarlet Letter during that time, but then The Oriental Turkey informed me that my third and final class of the day (worthless/bullshitology) will today consist of watching the last 15 minutes of "The Insider" (meh) and then getting a free period because my teacher/cross country coach had his lower jaw replaced with bandaids and as a result is unable to perform his speaking duties. I guess I'll get around to the Scarlet Letter then. After that, it's off to Cross Country, where I probably won't be running again. I will dub today International ______ Day. There should be some word (any word) in there, but there isn't because nothing happens on this day.

But wait! No! Today is a day which will forever live in infamy! Tragedy has struck us on this day! International Russ Day is today's new name. God bless Russ and the remaining makers of such quality video entertainment. While he's at it, he can bless those Iraqis who are lopping of people's heads. They deserve at least 3 for all those bloody infidels they smote. And of course 3 blessings= 3 concubines in the next life! (Actually the blessings to concubines exchange rate is something like 1 to .974, but so what if they get a concubine with no nose? They'd probably have gotten mad at them and chopped that off anyways.)

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Have you ever had one of those days where you just woke up and went to school or work tired the entire day? Yeah that's pretty much how my week went. I have been really, really tired this week and it'sweird because I stayed up this late (indeed later on some nights) for the past three years and have never had a problem. I just want to sleep but unfortunately I am not going to get a chance to do that. I don't know if I mentioned this yet, but I have to go to the baseball game tonight to celebrate my mom's birthday which means we won't be getting home until at least 11:30. To make matters worse, I have a cross country race tomorrow which twice features a hill popularly known as "Man Maker" and I am really not looking forward to havnig to run that on so few hours of sleep. Well, at least I have an easy practice today; that's not much consolation though.Maybe I'll just sleep through this race and in doing so invoke the wrath of my bitter, bitter (bitter) coach. On second thought, I really don't want to miss cinnamon bagels from Einstein bros, so I may show up just for that.

My theology teacher is having us read, review, and reflect upon books. I chose The Great Divorce and The Screwtape Letters, both by dearest Clive Staples de Lewis. They were okay books, and read very quickly. I'm glad to have finished them. Now I just need to finish up The Scarlet Letter by the 27th for 2% English Extra Credit (tastes much better than Skim English Extra Credit) .I'm not far enough into that book to know whether or not I like it. Wow I'm rambling about books now. Okay this has to stop.

Ah yes before I go, I must mention that our spirit week came to a close with the most disgusting display of human flesh, bottles of Crisco, enough beans to feed Star Jones for a day, and unusually large dil pickles that I have ever seen. The basic premise of "wet billies" is that after the contestants get Criscoed until movie theater popcorn looks healthy, the contestants have a relay race on a tarp loaded up with a wide variety of condiments, which when combined creates the most horrible, rancid stink the likes of which were previously unknown even to sanitation workers and anyone who has ever gone into the school locker room after certain individuals who intentionally abandoned the popular practice of "sock wearing" during a cross country practice have stored their shoes there. Luckily Spirit Week is now over and the overall public display of idiocy should subside for a time (at least until Freshman Fun Day next Friday.) I must be off to class now. Wouldn't want to miss a minute of The Insider.

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I'm gonna make this another brief bloggation. Without further adieu, so what if I don't own a jersey? Their overratted, holed abominations of fashion and clothing in general. I've never really felt the need to wear anything bearing the name of a 300 lb meat head (or a 200lb one for that matter), but that's just me. I don't necessarily have a problem with people wearing mass-produced jerseys; I just don't see the appeal.

Anyways, I visited with the rep from Providence College today. I was the only one there and I felt bad for the guy. That wasn't the reason I visited with the rep, but he did look lonely in there. It went well, although I think the odds of me getting in would be considerably greater if I lived in New England. They seem to discriminate against us "Westies" as they have so appropriately dubbed us in their undergrad admission department. Only 10% of their student population comes from out of the New England (+New York) area, and a mere 10 APPLIED from my state. Luckily my grades are high enough to get me in.

During that meeting I missed a pro-life club meeting, but luckily Lily the Good came to the rescue and gave the moderator the down-payment for the trip to D.C. Now all I need to do is type up my resum� for Secretary of the club and await the decision of the People. I'd make a good Secretary and you know it! Vote for me!

That is all.

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EDIT: Forgot to mention a thing or two: I currently have 6 Gmail invites waiting to be distributed. If you want 'em, send me an email and join the side of good and righteousness. (From now on, I'll post the number I have left at the bottom of each bloggation.)

I've started a new blog with Fleaboy. More writers and administrators may soon be joining as well. It's still in its preliminary stages, so there isn't much there yet, but if you want, check out conglomoblog.
I'll add it to my links on the sidebar too.

Finally, BERNY FOR SECRETARY! VOTE!

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Blog comments were not made to be abused. Say what you have to say and go home. No one wants a poem on your favorite doctor rejected by the medical world and the rest of humanity.

Today is Crazy Clothes Day. Celebrate.

I like pitifully short blog posts, don't you?

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Babysitters are generally horrible people who take on the job so they can take advantage of the sittee's luxuries like unlimited access to a refrigerator full of food they didn't pay for, an expensive laptop to watch movies, and waterbased paint to ruin some people's day. Such was my experience on Friday with the babysitter of Dragon Master's siblings. Toots, Francis, D-M, Whiney Jos�, and I were having a grand time in D-M's basement scaring the babysitters and sittees with Toot's facial mask, convulsions, and self-impalation with a katana. They of course tried to get back at us for scaring the everloving crap out of them so they bloodied D-M's sister with makeup and one of the babysitter's (we'll call her Specimen P-001) arm with paint. SP-001 came downstairs feigning excruciating arm pain. We just laughed at her and most likely would have done the same had there actually been a massive lesion on her arm. She gave up the pitiful act and went upstairs, but no! that was not enough. Her plan having failed, SP-001 "unintentionally" brushed the paint on my shirt when she walked by. She had better hope that that comes our or her parents are going to be scraping SP-001 off the walls for weeks. I really liked that shirt. BLARG!

Last night was a nice change of scenery for me. The usual crowd made the dangerous trek north to Romula's and Rema's house. Toots was his usual "autistic" self as one of our company accurately put it. I won't go into much detail, but he waved his feet in the air, poked Fleaboy with said feet, flared his tongue for a picture, made tropical bird noises, fought with The 1/8 Jew over whose CD was newer/better (1/8J's CD was SO much 73h r0x0rz), and complained (and profaned) bitterly each time the Trivial Pursiut die didn't agree with him. (The last one was perfectly justifiable; that die was just trying to piss us off.) After a good 40+ rolls, he finally got on the last space for the win and (naturally) the boys beat the girls in pop culture trivia. Toots handled all things "pop", Whiney Jose handled sports, Fleaboy and Lily the Good had Movies and TV in the bag, and Francis and I were in the category of "general knowledge" throwing in answers for the other categories. Half the fun of the game was watching Toot's extreme and often violent reactions to literally everything that happened. "TWO! MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" "OOPS I DID IT AGAIN! OOPS I DID IT AGAIN! OOPS I DID IT AGAIN!" "JOHN GOODMAN! WOO! WE GOT IT!" (The hints for that one were "is into yoga" and "Roxanne"). After that wrapped up (the DVD told me I'm money when we won) we watched a few scenes from Chicago and played "Island."

And that pretty much wraps up my Saturday night. Oh, before going to the twins house, I suppose I should mention that I showed up nearly an hour late for my cross country race (oops), ran rather pitifully, then came home at about 1 and slept til 4:30. I was going to do homework with that time, but oh well. Time for me to leave. Expect a new blog from Berny, Fleaboy, and The 1/8J within the next couple of weeks.

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I thought I'd start out today's blog with a running story. I was nearing the end of my 4 mile run through a golf course. There was a golf cart on a small path perpendicular to the one I was running on. A seemingly kindly old man and his wife were just sitting in th cart. Kinda weird. As I run by the cart, the old guy starts it up and revs the engine. Then he pulls out and starts chasing me. Trying not to be run over by a senior citizen in a golf cart was enough motivation for me to run faster than usual, and I narrowly escaped doom as the cart smashed against the far end of the rock wall of the cavernous hallway where I pilfered the Effegy of Cthulu, triggering a classic old-man-gonna-run-ya-down-with-a-slow-moving-vehicle-style booby trap.

Aside from my cross country practice, I didn't do much else today. I ate lunch and then slept til 4. So that was my day.

I need to audioblog sometime soon. Maybe I'll get on that tonight.

Oh yes and about my vacation. I don't remember where I left off, but I'll just start at Canada which was cold and rainy most of the time. We went horse-back riding one day and I was brilliant enough to bring my cell phone along without putting it on silent. Then Toots called me when we were at the highest point of a very steep ridge and my horse went berserk. I mangaged to hang up on him in time to calm down the horse before I was launched down a grassy ski slope. And apparently they gave me the wildest horse they had available. The thing didn't obey a single command. It nearly tore my leg off going around a tree, and it wouldn't stop eating weeds which I began to hope were poisonous. I think I'd've liked the experience much more if we'd gone faster than a mere trot.

Canda also has some really great candy. Nestle for some reason doesn't release its best products in the U.S. My personal favorite was Nestle Smarties which are not to be confused with the sugar things in the plastic wrappers. They're basically M&M's, but they're much bigger, more colorful, and better tasting. Hershey's chocolate pales in comparison to Nestle's. h3r5h3yz pwnz0rd! M&M's are great, but Smarties are just so much better. And they came up with a chocolate bar filled with their candies long before M&M's which JUST released such a bar of goodness. I meant to bring some home for everyone to try, but I ate them so customs wouldn't take them. Sorry.

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