Sometimes I wonder why I put up with it. (I'm always wondering how.) Just when I thought things would get better, the situation swells to enormously painful proportions. I turned in 4 of my 5 college applications today. I was quite pleased until I realized that I needed to make 2 additional copies of the comon app ($3.60) and had formatted all 3 of my essays incorrectly. So now I'm poor(er), owe Byrne two bucks (never a pleasant thought), and have to reprint my essays with (luckily) minor adjustments. Meh, could be worse, right?
It is. My film project has snuck up on me. Apparently the final thing is due on Thursday, and I still have 1 movie and 4.5 journals to complete. And then Mr. Kesterman reminded our class today that our psychology projects are due next week! I've done little to no work on that as of today at 3:40 PM so I am in about 3 feet of trouble. And to top things off, on Thursday, which, I am just now realizing, is the same day my Engrish project is due, I will be going on a field trip to watch some pre-med slice open a living, breathing human being! Minus the living, breathing part. We're going to see firsthand the wonders of the human GI tract. If that's not beautiful I don't know what is. This is bound to smell (forgive my disrespect to the poor person we're cutting open) like shit. Shit and whatever it is they use to keep the cadaver fresh.
Well, I came to school hoping for a good day. It was supposed to start out well. I'd edit my Kesterman footage and it would be the second story on today's broadcast. I should not have been so naive. The working camera (the other was in a sledding accident at Fo Po over the break) arrived at school 15 minutes to show time, and the editing process did not go as smoothly as I'd hoped. I ran upstairs with the editor and the camera just as the broadcast was about to (or supposed to) begin. The broadcast went well enough but the anchors weren't given enough prep time for my story so it's been pushed off to next broadcast.
Well, I suppose I'll survive this week. I just need to watch a movie, do some journals, buy (and read) The Intuitionist. It won't be too bad. Ah, shit. Exams are in 13 days. Oh and I have a calc test tomorrow! I'd better get to studying for that.
l473r.
Monday, November 29
Sunday, November 28
1 4r3 r37urn3d!!1!
I have returned from Cary, land of 1000 Water Towers (they seriously have at least 3 times the average city's number of water towers) and have much to report. The photos will be in hopefully in a week or so. I still have some exposures left that I need to get rid of so I'll be toting my camera around with me until those are gone.
A few minutes ago, an unnamed woman whom I have dubbed Madam X. Plative called my cell phone for the 5th time in the last 1, maybe two weeks. It's getting really annoying because every time I pick up the phone she asks, "Is this Dee?" and I reply, "No. Wrong number." Now when I see her number I just pick up, say "Wrong number" and hang up. I don't know who to complain to about this. She doesn't understand that despite her multiple attempts to contact Dee at the same number which was wrong the first through fifth times, she will not be able to contact Dee by trying just one more time. That is one of the symptoms of idiocy: performing the same task over and over expecting a different result. It's like having sex with a tree in the hope that some day it will give birth to an Ent. I can't block her number and as I said, don't know who to contact to complain. I don't want to bitch her out, but I think that may be the only option left to me. I'll bitch nicely.
My birthday, it turns out, went much better than expected. I have amassed over the past couple of weeks, more than $125 in cash and gift certificates, a large portion of which for Barnes and Noble. This is quite exciting because there were a number of books I wanted to read, but didn't have the time or money to buy until now. Well, I have the money, but the time is still lacking. Not for long though. My college apps are due tomorrow so I'll have a LOT of time freed up after that. College apps due Jan 1 are due tomorrow, but they don't specify when I should turn in Jan 7 apps. Hmm.. I'll just assume it's a week later. I'll pay the late fee if I have to because at this point I don't care. I just have one movie left for my film project and Christmas fast approaches. I have contracted Senioritis (literally: inflamation of the senior gland).
I had some trouble with the Kesterman story tonight. I should probably accept respnosibility for that, but that would require that I be responsible so I'll blame Byrne. I was trying to upload the text part of the story into the school's server and his instructions were so confounding and unclear that he made them nearly impossible for any human to follow (literal translation: I'm not as computer-savvy as I thought and can't read the words, "mailbox" or "name"). I eventually got it uploaded but made Byrne take a screenshot of the actual message because I couldn't find it for some reason. He was kind enough to do so and now the story is all set for tomorrow's broadcast, assuming that is, that I can get to school early enough tomorrow to edit the footage for showtime.
l473r.
A few minutes ago, an unnamed woman whom I have dubbed Madam X. Plative called my cell phone for the 5th time in the last 1, maybe two weeks. It's getting really annoying because every time I pick up the phone she asks, "Is this Dee?" and I reply, "No. Wrong number." Now when I see her number I just pick up, say "Wrong number" and hang up. I don't know who to complain to about this. She doesn't understand that despite her multiple attempts to contact Dee at the same number which was wrong the first through fifth times, she will not be able to contact Dee by trying just one more time. That is one of the symptoms of idiocy: performing the same task over and over expecting a different result. It's like having sex with a tree in the hope that some day it will give birth to an Ent. I can't block her number and as I said, don't know who to contact to complain. I don't want to bitch her out, but I think that may be the only option left to me. I'll bitch nicely.
My birthday, it turns out, went much better than expected. I have amassed over the past couple of weeks, more than $125 in cash and gift certificates, a large portion of which for Barnes and Noble. This is quite exciting because there were a number of books I wanted to read, but didn't have the time or money to buy until now. Well, I have the money, but the time is still lacking. Not for long though. My college apps are due tomorrow so I'll have a LOT of time freed up after that. College apps due Jan 1 are due tomorrow, but they don't specify when I should turn in Jan 7 apps. Hmm.. I'll just assume it's a week later. I'll pay the late fee if I have to because at this point I don't care. I just have one movie left for my film project and Christmas fast approaches. I have contracted Senioritis (literally: inflamation of the senior gland).
I had some trouble with the Kesterman story tonight. I should probably accept respnosibility for that, but that would require that I be responsible so I'll blame Byrne. I was trying to upload the text part of the story into the school's server and his instructions were so confounding and unclear that he made them nearly impossible for any human to follow (literal translation: I'm not as computer-savvy as I thought and can't read the words, "mailbox" or "name"). I eventually got it uploaded but made Byrne take a screenshot of the actual message because I couldn't find it for some reason. He was kind enough to do so and now the story is all set for tomorrow's broadcast, assuming that is, that I can get to school early enough tomorrow to edit the footage for showtime.
l473r.
Monday, November 22
0[[4m'5 r4z0r
Funny thing happened to me the other day. I found out that A) the communists have an expansive archive detailing the name(s) and birthdate(s) of each and every human being on the planet and B) my alter-ego is a real human being. The other day, I received a package, two in fact, from Gillette. This is where the communists come in. I have thought long and hard on how gillette came to find out my name, address, and birthdate and the simplest explanation I've come up with is that the Communists started archiving such information a while back and teamed up with Gillette so they could be sure to get skin, hair, and blood samples from 18 year old males. DNA will be extracted from these samples until they have enough to create a massive army of our evil twins.
On a more exciting note, as I mentioned earlier I received TWO such razor packages. The truth is, I didn't. I only got one. My alter-ego, however, got another one which is a good enough reason as any for me to believe that he is officially a real human being. Only people get mail. I mean, what would you do if someone who doesn't exist gets mail? If they died, sure you'd send it back. But if they never existed in the first place and the U.S. Postal service is obliged to get all mail to its destination no matter what, what do they do when an alternate peronality gets mail? Well this mail was delivered to my house which leads me to believe that I do in fact have multiple personality syndrome and that it was he who signed me up for the Communist-Gillette Birthday Listing when I was sleeping.
Last night, I was up til about 1, working on my journals for my American Literature film project which is quite possibly my favorite Engrish related activity of all time. Sure I was up late and was killing time photoshopping pictures when I could have been working, but I eventually got them done. As I was doing my journal for the Godfather, I came to realize that that movie is truly amazing. I liked the movie when I saw it, but for some reason, I didn't realize just how great that movie was until last night. I feel like writing an essay on it, but unfortunately, I don't have the time and I can't use spoiler text because the gray background on this blog is just light enough to not work with the lightest gray text available.
Anyways, I'm so glad I had to do this film project because without the impetus of having my GPA lowered, I would not have found the time to watch that movie until at least June of next year. The same is true of all the movies I've seen. I didn't even know Tootsie existed until a few weeks ago, but it's one of the funniest and most intelligent movies I've ever seen.
I received my first journalistic assignment today. I'm apparently now a reporter/interviewer for the Broatcast Club. I didn't ask for the story, but I'm going to be interviewing Mr. Kesterman, the AP Psych teacher about the numerous psychology projects that have been raising eyebrows around the school over the last couple of weeks. It will be complete with ACTUAL FOOTAGE from a staged mugging! How cool is that? I may be able to host it on the interweb if I can save footage to my iPod when I'm done editing it.
Which reminds me, I need to find a new web host because Angelfire sucks nothing else. The next time you want to say, "Damn, yo, this sucks," you will have to say, "Damn, this sucks like ANGELFIRE!" and your friends will be like, "WHOA! That's pretty serious!" So if anyone knows of a free web host that is free, is not Angelfire, and is free, please tell me because I need to host stuff and be able to link to that stuff. You wouldn't think that would be too hard but apparently Angelfire likes to rape the interweb and my time.
And finally, today in Psychology class, we were discussing learning and how (or if) violence in music, movies, video games etc. effect the aggressive behaviors of the listeners, viewers, players etc. There are good arguments on either side, but I personally am convinced that they aren't the cause of violent behavior. I think it has more to do with (predominant or exclusive) violent tendencies in the person. Violent movies and video games themselves don't push kids over the edge. If they did, every person with a PS2 (who according the the PS2-GTA Theorem, must also own at least one copy of any of the Grand Theft Auto titles) would be going around and....gangbanging? I really don't know what goes on in GTA, but gangbanging is fun to say and highly probable from what I've seen and heard of the game. The reason I bring this discussion up is because today a new video game, "JFK Reloaded" debuted for download (relive the classic assassination for just $9.99! Click here to download!) and the Kennedy family, in all its wealth, is not going to do anything about it. Sounds fishy, but they probably want to let the dead dog lie. Hm...poor word choice. Well anyways, go home, beware my alter ego (I never know what he's up to any more), relive the memories of Kennedy's big day (today is the 41st anniversary), and bring your free razors to school and brandish it in your teacher's face.
l473r.
On a more exciting note, as I mentioned earlier I received TWO such razor packages. The truth is, I didn't. I only got one. My alter-ego, however, got another one which is a good enough reason as any for me to believe that he is officially a real human being. Only people get mail. I mean, what would you do if someone who doesn't exist gets mail? If they died, sure you'd send it back. But if they never existed in the first place and the U.S. Postal service is obliged to get all mail to its destination no matter what, what do they do when an alternate peronality gets mail? Well this mail was delivered to my house which leads me to believe that I do in fact have multiple personality syndrome and that it was he who signed me up for the Communist-Gillette Birthday Listing when I was sleeping.
Last night, I was up til about 1, working on my journals for my American Literature film project which is quite possibly my favorite Engrish related activity of all time. Sure I was up late and was killing time photoshopping pictures when I could have been working, but I eventually got them done. As I was doing my journal for the Godfather, I came to realize that that movie is truly amazing. I liked the movie when I saw it, but for some reason, I didn't realize just how great that movie was until last night. I feel like writing an essay on it, but unfortunately, I don't have the time and I can't use spoiler text because the gray background on this blog is just light enough to not work with the lightest gray text available.
Anyways, I'm so glad I had to do this film project because without the impetus of having my GPA lowered, I would not have found the time to watch that movie until at least June of next year. The same is true of all the movies I've seen. I didn't even know Tootsie existed until a few weeks ago, but it's one of the funniest and most intelligent movies I've ever seen.
I received my first journalistic assignment today. I'm apparently now a reporter/interviewer for the Broatcast Club. I didn't ask for the story, but I'm going to be interviewing Mr. Kesterman, the AP Psych teacher about the numerous psychology projects that have been raising eyebrows around the school over the last couple of weeks. It will be complete with ACTUAL FOOTAGE from a staged mugging! How cool is that? I may be able to host it on the interweb if I can save footage to my iPod when I'm done editing it.
Which reminds me, I need to find a new web host because Angelfire sucks nothing else. The next time you want to say, "Damn, yo, this sucks," you will have to say, "Damn, this sucks like ANGELFIRE!" and your friends will be like, "WHOA! That's pretty serious!" So if anyone knows of a free web host that is free, is not Angelfire, and is free, please tell me because I need to host stuff and be able to link to that stuff. You wouldn't think that would be too hard but apparently Angelfire likes to rape the interweb and my time.
And finally, today in Psychology class, we were discussing learning and how (or if) violence in music, movies, video games etc. effect the aggressive behaviors of the listeners, viewers, players etc. There are good arguments on either side, but I personally am convinced that they aren't the cause of violent behavior. I think it has more to do with (predominant or exclusive) violent tendencies in the person. Violent movies and video games themselves don't push kids over the edge. If they did, every person with a PS2 (who according the the PS2-GTA Theorem, must also own at least one copy of any of the Grand Theft Auto titles) would be going around and....gangbanging? I really don't know what goes on in GTA, but gangbanging is fun to say and highly probable from what I've seen and heard of the game. The reason I bring this discussion up is because today a new video game, "JFK Reloaded" debuted for download (relive the classic assassination for just $9.99! Click here to download!) and the Kennedy family, in all its wealth, is not going to do anything about it. Sounds fishy, but they probably want to let the dead dog lie. Hm...poor word choice. Well anyways, go home, beware my alter ego (I never know what he's up to any more), relive the memories of Kennedy's big day (today is the 41st anniversary), and bring your free razors to school and brandish it in your teacher's face.
l473r.
1n54n17y
Would you be mad if you had finshed your college admissions essay a year ago and then discovered this year that it's some 600+ words too long and that you have 5 other essays to write for college in addition to it? Neither would I. No, I have more important things to think about like the film project which desperately needs finishing over Thanksgiving, and a psych project I haven't touched in weeks and an article to the school paper I was going to but no longer can write due to time constraints. To top things off, I'm going on VACATION for Thanksgiving! Woo and yay! Words can't describe just how GLAD I am that my parents decided to take the family on vacation during what will be the busiest holiday I have ever lived through.
All of this of course begs the question, "Why are you sitting in front of your computer blogging and not doing all your work?" We'll I've been doing work all this weekend and I somehow have even more than when I started so I needed a break. Is that okay with you? IS IT? Yeah I thought so.
I'm seriously going crazy. Like off the wall. I was typing my journal for my film project and the next thing I know, I'm waking up on my couch. I need to not go on this vacation. I don't have the time. Which is why I must stop BLOGGING, goddammit!
need help please kidnap at my house weds night will be waiting
All of this of course begs the question, "Why are you sitting in front of your computer blogging and not doing all your work?" We'll I've been doing work all this weekend and I somehow have even more than when I started so I needed a break. Is that okay with you? IS IT? Yeah I thought so.
I'm seriously going crazy. Like off the wall. I was typing my journal for my film project and the next thing I know, I'm waking up on my couch. I need to not go on this vacation. I don't have the time. Which is why I must stop BLOGGING, goddammit!
need help please kidnap at my house weds night will be waiting
Wednesday, November 17
0p3n up 50m3 5p4m!
All the porno bloggers start updating at about this time. I was just blog surfing and I had never before today encountered so much as one pornoblog. I just ran into TWO. In an unrelated story, I came across CB while blogsurfing today!
This picture is funny because the baby somehow managed to look at the camera while the old woman is staring off into Neverland.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/a2N_yuNGstUrRE/GRNDM_DS.bmp
This one wants your soul!
What do you get when you cross Pixar with Dr. Suess? Cartoons.
New 73h b04rd! Kickin' ass!
This picture is funny because the baby somehow managed to look at the camera while the old woman is staring off into Neverland.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/a2N_yuNGstUrRE/GRNDM_DS.bmp
This one wants your soul!
What do you get when you cross Pixar with Dr. Suess? Cartoons.
New 73h b04rd! Kickin' ass!
Sunday, November 14
pr0l4p53d WH47?!!11/?
I am really glad I have 73h bl06 as an outlet for my anxiety and rage towards all college- and high school-related work, because there's a lot of both anxiety and work. This weekend for instance I had planned on watching Citizen Kane for my movie project, finishing two of my applications, starting another, and completing a quality Engrish essay. I have yet to so much as rent the movie, the two applications are far from complete, the third is still only saved as a pdf on my computer and the Engrish essay is wasting away on my desktop and its quality has declined with each line. I did watch The Incredibles on my birthday though and that was well worth it. We had planned on watching it at 7:30, but of course its high level of awesometude caused it to be sold out, so we went to The Bread Co for a while and then came back for the 9:15 show. The theater is currently under massive reconstruction and right now it looks like crap but hopefully it'll look better when they cover the concrete and asbestos with some combination carpeting and wallpaper.
Yesterday, I woke up at 11:30ish which was really nice because I think I got close to 12 hours of sleep when the entire week before I had gotten 5ish hours per night. I worked on my Engrish essay on Gatsby and Ragtime (two really good books which you should read; Ragtime in particular is very good and even has a musical version which I hope to see at some point). Then I was lured by Lily the Good (who henceforth shall be known as Noah) to our high school soccer game. Apparently it was some very important game for our team, so they were probably very disappointed when they lost. I drove Noah, Franz, and Fleaboy to the game from Noah's house. I had expected more people to come but apparently St. Joe's Mission Week was taking up everyone else's time so we were the only ones who could make it. Anyways, the game itself I thought would be really cold, but luckily there were so many drunken, cheering high schoolers massed together that we created enough body heat to warm the bleachers. As I said earlier, my school's team lost. Sadness filled my heart. For about 5 seconds. I'm so full of team spirit. Oh yeah and the people there do NOT know how to drive. They're all so agressive and drunk; luckily my car came out unscathed.
Oh yeah and Friday, my birthday, none of the senior teachers showed up for some reason. This only happened for me in theology; my teacher left for periods 4, 5, and 6 but was there for Toots'/COTU's first period class. COTU was really happy about that, of course. But Linhares' absence was completely arbitrary as far as I know. But I dunno, maybe his lip split open again. BackLived and Byrne only had 2 classes that day so clearly there was something going on with all the teachers. CLEARLY. But it was nice because I didn't do anything and I consider that my birthday present from the school. Of course now I have a butt-load of work to do in the next 9 hours, but that's all fine 'n dandy. But now I must be off to do that work. Until I blog again...
l473r.
Yesterday, I woke up at 11:30ish which was really nice because I think I got close to 12 hours of sleep when the entire week before I had gotten 5ish hours per night. I worked on my Engrish essay on Gatsby and Ragtime (two really good books which you should read; Ragtime in particular is very good and even has a musical version which I hope to see at some point). Then I was lured by Lily the Good (who henceforth shall be known as Noah) to our high school soccer game. Apparently it was some very important game for our team, so they were probably very disappointed when they lost. I drove Noah, Franz, and Fleaboy to the game from Noah's house. I had expected more people to come but apparently St. Joe's Mission Week was taking up everyone else's time so we were the only ones who could make it. Anyways, the game itself I thought would be really cold, but luckily there were so many drunken, cheering high schoolers massed together that we created enough body heat to warm the bleachers. As I said earlier, my school's team lost. Sadness filled my heart. For about 5 seconds. I'm so full of team spirit. Oh yeah and the people there do NOT know how to drive. They're all so agressive and drunk; luckily my car came out unscathed.
Oh yeah and Friday, my birthday, none of the senior teachers showed up for some reason. This only happened for me in theology; my teacher left for periods 4, 5, and 6 but was there for Toots'/COTU's first period class. COTU was really happy about that, of course. But Linhares' absence was completely arbitrary as far as I know. But I dunno, maybe his lip split open again. BackLived and Byrne only had 2 classes that day so clearly there was something going on with all the teachers. CLEARLY. But it was nice because I didn't do anything and I consider that my birthday present from the school. Of course now I have a butt-load of work to do in the next 9 hours, but that's all fine 'n dandy. But now I must be off to do that work. Until I blog again...
l473r.
Tuesday, November 9
Margaret, Ariel and other trivial pursuits
What. A. Day. First of all, I should mention that it is Block "Head" Week meaning that Tuesday and Wednesday are block schedules. 90ish minute classes from hell. Today really wasn't that bad. Calculus flew by and Engrish wasn't terrible although I'm still not sure if I like or understand "The Great Gatsby" which is too bad because I have to write an essay in a few days. Then during anatomy our teacher "acquired" a cow leg (raw) from one of my fellow students who ironically enough does not live in Illinois. I'm still not sure what a Chesterfieldian was doing with severed cow limbs, but I won't ask questions, because he obviously has weapons of mass destruction in his parlor. Anyways, my teacher with the assistance of the lovely Mr. Kuensting used a hack saw to open up the knee cavity. The smell was beyond foul, and I'm pretty sure there's enough bone dust in my lungs to make a small zen garden in my kitchen sink. It's always an adventure in that class.
After anatomy I spent/wasted a free period in the computer lab watching flash toons and making fun of Bill. Someone had hooked up Halo 2 to the TV in the lab. I honestly don't understand that game's appeal or for that matter the appeal of any first person shooter. The only differences between any two shooters are 1) guns 2) characters 3) graphics and 4) guns. I am not at all a fan of the genre (mainly because I'm just crap-ass terrible at FPSs), but are graphical upgrades really important for shooters? I mean do you have time to stare in awe at spectacular computer generated landscapes when you have a gattling/laser/plasma/water/poo rifle aimed at your character's skull? And how many different colored, multi-functional weapons do you need to be happy with a game?
I'm getting side-tracked; back to the important stuff. After school I spent a few hours in the broadcast room talking with the Byrne, Brandon, and Jared about the case they're trying in their politics class. Mr. O came in at some point and formed their entire case for the defendent so chances are they'll do well. After a few hours of accomplishing little more than a 1 minute video of us studying for WorldQuest to the tune of "Let's Get Retarded," the five of us went to SLU for the trivia contest. We were pretty much the only team that wasn't taking it seriously. At all. We spent the free dinner (authenticky tasting pizza! without napkins!) thinking of a team name. "The Home of the Cretins", "The Well Hungarians", and "The Falafel Factor: Stalking Points Memo" were all suggested and eventually used on the answer sheets. Last year, our team (without me; I was 73h n00b this year) changed our team name from SLUH, to St. Louis U. High to U High on the answer sheets and as a result, a new rule was enforced this year. All participants had to write out the full name of their high school (they gave us as an example) to end confusion and prevent accusations of cretinaity.
Anyways, we did rather poorly on the trivia itself but we entertained the judges, runners, opponents and of course ourselves by writing the alternate team names and unusual comments next to our school name. I was made the official "scribe" of the team and just to piss off the judges I dotted all the "i's" (including the capitals!) with cute little hearts on one of the answer sheets. Brandon wrote "The Well Hungarians" on another and I wasn't able to erase it before the runner snatched it up so yeah our school looks very classy right now. We may have lost (we estimate that we came in 5thish with a score of 45 out of 70), but it was so much fun and well worth the trip.
We drank about $10 worth of soda together so I doubt any of us will be getting much sleep tonight. I'm gonna go waste time plotting my revenge against Fleaboy.
l473r.
After anatomy I spent/wasted a free period in the computer lab watching flash toons and making fun of Bill. Someone had hooked up Halo 2 to the TV in the lab. I honestly don't understand that game's appeal or for that matter the appeal of any first person shooter. The only differences between any two shooters are 1) guns 2) characters 3) graphics and 4) guns. I am not at all a fan of the genre (mainly because I'm just crap-ass terrible at FPSs), but are graphical upgrades really important for shooters? I mean do you have time to stare in awe at spectacular computer generated landscapes when you have a gattling/laser/plasma/water/poo rifle aimed at your character's skull? And how many different colored, multi-functional weapons do you need to be happy with a game?
I'm getting side-tracked; back to the important stuff. After school I spent a few hours in the broadcast room talking with the Byrne, Brandon, and Jared about the case they're trying in their politics class. Mr. O came in at some point and formed their entire case for the defendent so chances are they'll do well. After a few hours of accomplishing little more than a 1 minute video of us studying for WorldQuest to the tune of "Let's Get Retarded," the five of us went to SLU for the trivia contest. We were pretty much the only team that wasn't taking it seriously. At all. We spent the free dinner (authenticky tasting pizza! without napkins!) thinking of a team name. "The Home of the Cretins", "The Well Hungarians", and "The Falafel Factor: Stalking Points Memo" were all suggested and eventually used on the answer sheets. Last year, our team (without me; I was 73h n00b this year) changed our team name from SLUH, to St. Louis U. High to U High on the answer sheets and as a result, a new rule was enforced this year. All participants had to write out the full name of their high school (they gave us as an example) to end confusion and prevent accusations of cretinaity.
Anyways, we did rather poorly on the trivia itself but we entertained the judges, runners, opponents and of course ourselves by writing the alternate team names and unusual comments next to our school name. I was made the official "scribe" of the team and just to piss off the judges I dotted all the "i's" (including the capitals!) with cute little hearts on one of the answer sheets. Brandon wrote "The Well Hungarians" on another and I wasn't able to erase it before the runner snatched it up so yeah our school looks very classy right now. We may have lost (we estimate that we came in 5thish with a score of 45 out of 70), but it was so much fun and well worth the trip.
We drank about $10 worth of soda together so I doubt any of us will be getting much sleep tonight. I'm gonna go waste time plotting my revenge against Fleaboy.
l473r.
Monday, November 8
Oculi Craporum
For about 6 months now, I have been entirely incapable of seeing anything farther than three inches from my face with my left eye. I've tried complaining about it. I've tried monocling the rebellious eye (ask Hollyce for a very bad picture of monocled me). Nothing worked so as a last resort, I went to the ophthalmologist and found out that my eyes suck. Mostly the left one and not that badly. I have a "mild" presrcription, but I can't attest to it's mildocity. All I can say is that there's a series of illegible numbers and dashes on the prescription for each eye. I'll probably end up with a month's supply of Cialis unless the pharmacist is trained in deciphering doctorial hierogliphs. My mom dropped me off at the hospital whose two floors of lobbies looked and smelled more like hotel lobbies than a hospital's. I found the vision center ("We've got BOTH eyes on you.") whose walls were lined with glasses, mirrors, eye models (What a great profession that must be. "Okay look at the camera. Good. Now let's get a shot of you looking at the camera and smiling.") Anyways, I went to the doctor and he performed quite a few tests some of which I would have questioned the authenticity and necessity of if it had been worth the effort. The end result of course was the aforementioned prescription which makes me glad that John Nash is indeed still alive contrary to what I told Byrne ealier this year.
I also made the grand mistake of agreeing to participate in WorldQuest tomorrow. I really don't think I'll do well on any of the topics except maybe current events. I plan on pouring over an atlas tonight to prepare for the geography section. Can't hurt the flag department either. Meh, I get a free dinner and a possible trip to D.C. in April; it'll be worth the time and probable humiliation. This is my first year doing this, but last year, the other members of my team missed the grand prize by one point so hopefully I'll be able to pick up the slack of the kid who was kicked off last year's team.
I finished watching The Manchurian Candidate yesterday. I had started it a few days previous but I lost the DVD remote which I still can't find so I took a break. (Movie watching can be such hard work. But seriously, I needed that remote. I had to be able to pause so I could take notes and watch the movie "intelligently".) The movie itself was very good. Angela Lansbury should have played more bitchy mothers in her movie career; she's very good at being sinister. Murder, She Wrote gave her the "good detective girl" image. Not cool. =P
I'm off to do homework. I have to make time to study for WQ tomorrow. Wish me luck.
l473r
I also made the grand mistake of agreeing to participate in WorldQuest tomorrow. I really don't think I'll do well on any of the topics except maybe current events. I plan on pouring over an atlas tonight to prepare for the geography section. Can't hurt the flag department either. Meh, I get a free dinner and a possible trip to D.C. in April; it'll be worth the time and probable humiliation. This is my first year doing this, but last year, the other members of my team missed the grand prize by one point so hopefully I'll be able to pick up the slack of the kid who was kicked off last year's team.
I finished watching The Manchurian Candidate yesterday. I had started it a few days previous but I lost the DVD remote which I still can't find so I took a break. (Movie watching can be such hard work. But seriously, I needed that remote. I had to be able to pause so I could take notes and watch the movie "intelligently".) The movie itself was very good. Angela Lansbury should have played more bitchy mothers in her movie career; she's very good at being sinister. Murder, She Wrote gave her the "good detective girl" image. Not cool. =P
I'm off to do homework. I have to make time to study for WQ tomorrow. Wish me luck.
l473r
Saturday, October 30
Friday, October 15
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I'm in a bloggy mood, but unfortunately I can't think of anything to write. Well Exams are over and that is a major relief. Actually they weren't expecially difficult this time around. I was rather disappointed that I found my Engrish exam easier than my Latin exam, but that was about the only disappointment this week. I wasn't the least bit disappointed when I saw that it was still raining after exams yesterday. Running in the rain is so much fun. Only rarely can you see where you're going, and you forget the cold after a few minutes or running. You also need to keep a sharp eye out for muddy areas and puddles. Sloshing through those is the most exhilarating part of running in the rain. I'm probably going to be sick in a few days, but it was worth it.
After practice, I waited too long for my ride, but luckily I found Eddie and his 2 underclassmen slaves. We managed to enertain ourselves with a boxful of Mardi Gras-style Valentine-colored beads foollishly left out for the Mother's Club (NOT GAMBLING) Card Party at which there will be absolutely NO gambling, just card playing. Gambling is against the rules, but apparently it's okay for a school sponsored events to involve a deck of cards (supplied by the school) when we students are strictly forbidden from so much as using the phrases "ace in the hole" or "jace". Anyways, after we got bored with those and after Eddie got tired of trying to remove all functionality of our retinas (retinae?), we tried to go to the lobby, but Secret Service was there because some "very important individuals" were going to be having a very official meeting which our presence was somehow interrupting. Luckily the Secret Service guys (complete with bugs in their ears!) didn't notice the bomb strapped onto my chest and we were able to escape without any trouble. I'm glad those guys don't run security at our school; we'd have multiple breakins on the same day if they did. (I think one of them had a seeing eye dog.)
Eddie apparently had to help aforementioned "very important individuals" get to and from their cars, so he went into the locker room to suit up for th event. However he left his badges in the car so he sent one of the sophomores to get it. I was suprised when the kid actually agreed to do it. He probably liked helping out a senior though. Underclassmen have the strange notion that doing such menial tasks for us will make us like them and make them the cool kids with senior friends when really they're just being used. But don't tell them that; I left my shoes in my car. But no! that was Eddie! He again sent poor, obsequious Alex out into the rain to get those. Sophomores are so entertaining. I suppose I have to like the guy though, because most sophomores have the mentality that since they survived a year of high school they're automatically the coolest thing since bread in a can. He and the other kid John weren't like that at all. The rest of their class could learn a thing or two from them. Like bathing.
Today was a marvelous screw up of a day. I was going to go to the park for lunch at 11:30 with a few kids from SLUH and some St. Joe girls, but of course my mom took the car and didn't come back until 1 so I arrived fashionably late. And of course since I was so incredibly late my arrival was all the more fashionable. We tossed a frizbee (is there a correct spelling for that word?) and played some variation of whiffleball which involved no bases and excessively windy conditions to maximize the fun. A word of advice to those who would anger Nick "Angryman" Anglim when he's holding a harmless frizbie (yeah there's only one correct spelling): DON'T DO IT. Frizbees are lethal in his hands. He took out Lily's knee while he was running (a truly amazing feat), nailed me in the jaw, and managed to shatter one of his weapons. Bring him cookies or something. If you get on his bad side, you too will have your jaw wired shut for six to eight weeks.
Currently listening to: Stuck in the Middle with You� Steve Miller Band (happy music for a happy scene in a happy movie)
|473r.
After practice, I waited too long for my ride, but luckily I found Eddie and his 2 underclassmen slaves. We managed to enertain ourselves with a boxful of Mardi Gras-style Valentine-colored beads foollishly left out for the Mother's Club (NOT GAMBLING) Card Party at which there will be absolutely NO gambling, just card playing. Gambling is against the rules, but apparently it's okay for a school sponsored events to involve a deck of cards (supplied by the school) when we students are strictly forbidden from so much as using the phrases "ace in the hole" or "jace". Anyways, after we got bored with those and after Eddie got tired of trying to remove all functionality of our retinas (retinae?), we tried to go to the lobby, but Secret Service was there because some "very important individuals" were going to be having a very official meeting which our presence was somehow interrupting. Luckily the Secret Service guys (complete with bugs in their ears!) didn't notice the bomb strapped onto my chest and we were able to escape without any trouble. I'm glad those guys don't run security at our school; we'd have multiple breakins on the same day if they did. (I think one of them had a seeing eye dog.)
Eddie apparently had to help aforementioned "very important individuals" get to and from their cars, so he went into the locker room to suit up for th event. However he left his badges in the car so he sent one of the sophomores to get it. I was suprised when the kid actually agreed to do it. He probably liked helping out a senior though. Underclassmen have the strange notion that doing such menial tasks for us will make us like them and make them the cool kids with senior friends when really they're just being used. But don't tell them that; I left my shoes in my car. But no! that was Eddie! He again sent poor, obsequious Alex out into the rain to get those. Sophomores are so entertaining. I suppose I have to like the guy though, because most sophomores have the mentality that since they survived a year of high school they're automatically the coolest thing since bread in a can. He and the other kid John weren't like that at all. The rest of their class could learn a thing or two from them. Like bathing.
Today was a marvelous screw up of a day. I was going to go to the park for lunch at 11:30 with a few kids from SLUH and some St. Joe girls, but of course my mom took the car and didn't come back until 1 so I arrived fashionably late. And of course since I was so incredibly late my arrival was all the more fashionable. We tossed a frizbee (is there a correct spelling for that word?) and played some variation of whiffleball which involved no bases and excessively windy conditions to maximize the fun. A word of advice to those who would anger Nick "Angryman" Anglim when he's holding a harmless frizbie (yeah there's only one correct spelling): DON'T DO IT. Frizbees are lethal in his hands. He took out Lily's knee while he was running (a truly amazing feat), nailed me in the jaw, and managed to shatter one of his weapons. Bring him cookies or something. If you get on his bad side, you too will have your jaw wired shut for six to eight weeks.
Currently listening to: Stuck in the Middle with You� Steve Miller Band (happy music for a happy scene in a happy movie)
|473r.
Friday, October 8
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::MAJOR BLOG UPDATE::
I was blog surfing and I came across and interesting minimessage board and I just had to have it so I made it my own. My precioussss. If I see it gets a lot of use, I may post it on C-B as well. Actually, I know I'm going to do it eventually so I might as well just do that now. Off to CONGLOMO BLOG.
I was blog surfing and I came across and interesting minimessage board and I just had to have it so I made it my own. My precioussss. If I see it gets a lot of use, I may post it on C-B as well. Actually, I know I'm going to do it eventually so I might as well just do that now. Off to CONGLOMO BLOG.
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Yowza. Today was an incredible day. Pysch test: finished it in 20ish minutes and got to have the rest of the period off. Then in anatomy, while we were reviewing for the exam, some members of our class took it upon themselves to do the world a great service and take pictures of an unsuspecting plumber (you know what I mean) and then brushed it with a piece of paper. The good news: the kid with the camera phone got the paper brushed in his face by one of his accomplices. Then I burned my activity period in The Shrine chatting with Magistra et al. about politics and the Latin Club (rather paradoxical conversations).
Then came the highlight of my day and certainly of my high school Engrish class career. I walk into the classroom, anxious that my teacher might collect some 7 journals we've done over the course of the year and all of which I left at home. He came in the room and said we'd get to the movie quickly because we needed to finish it today. Before we started, he handed back the first set of essays a la advanc� de pla��mente. I was expecting a B+ if I was lucky, but probably closer to a C simply because I seem to have on my head a curse which causes me to begin each year of Engrish piss-poorly until I work my way up to A- ish. I had no reason to believe that American Lit would be any differnt. I am elated to announce that the curse has been lifted! I got a 95, which, thanks to the Evil Engrish Grading Scale, rounds up to a C+. Luckily for me, Mr. Vespucci doesn't adhere to normal Engrish Dept. standards so I got an A. Not my first A on an English essay, but one of my highest and definitely a first time for the first essay of the year. I'm so incredibly excited about this! This will do wonders for my GPA, but I have a feeling my ego now has an inoperable, malignant cancer. I care not. Mr. Vespucci wrote on my essay that he liked my writing style too which I hope means he got the $60.24 and complementary jar of dil pickels I included with my essay and will continue to grade my essays as well as this one. If not, I'll make sure he doesn't sleep well for a week.
Well after getting our essays back we finished Chinatown which is one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I highly recommend it if you're into dark, film noir, crimey movies (like Resevoir Dogs or Zoolander). It has a lot of plot twists so all I can tell you without ruining it is that it's about a guy who meets a lady and stuff goes horribly wrong. People start dying. Noses start bleeding. Shoes get lost. Shit hits fans. Chaos is come again. Watch the movie. You'll enjoy it.
Back to school now. Maybe I'll finish this blog entry some time soon.
l473r.
Then came the highlight of my day and certainly of my high school Engrish class career. I walk into the classroom, anxious that my teacher might collect some 7 journals we've done over the course of the year and all of which I left at home. He came in the room and said we'd get to the movie quickly because we needed to finish it today. Before we started, he handed back the first set of essays a la advanc� de pla��mente. I was expecting a B+ if I was lucky, but probably closer to a C simply because I seem to have on my head a curse which causes me to begin each year of Engrish piss-poorly until I work my way up to A- ish. I had no reason to believe that American Lit would be any differnt. I am elated to announce that the curse has been lifted! I got a 95, which, thanks to the Evil Engrish Grading Scale, rounds up to a C+. Luckily for me, Mr. Vespucci doesn't adhere to normal Engrish Dept. standards so I got an A. Not my first A on an English essay, but one of my highest and definitely a first time for the first essay of the year. I'm so incredibly excited about this! This will do wonders for my GPA, but I have a feeling my ego now has an inoperable, malignant cancer. I care not. Mr. Vespucci wrote on my essay that he liked my writing style too which I hope means he got the $60.24 and complementary jar of dil pickels I included with my essay and will continue to grade my essays as well as this one. If not, I'll make sure he doesn't sleep well for a week.
Well after getting our essays back we finished Chinatown which is one of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I highly recommend it if you're into dark, film noir, crimey movies (like Resevoir Dogs or Zoolander). It has a lot of plot twists so all I can tell you without ruining it is that it's about a guy who meets a lady and stuff goes horribly wrong. People start dying. Noses start bleeding. Shoes get lost. Shit hits fans. Chaos is come again. Watch the movie. You'll enjoy it.
Back to school now. Maybe I'll finish this blog entry some time soon.
l473r.
Fresh out of Coke
WOO! This is an incredibly good week indeed. Mr. Coke was kicked off of cross country this week! Yay! No more will he disgrace everything our team stands for with his childish antics. Justice may be blind but when Coke kept throwing twigs, acorns and "poopdicks" at her, she played a little game of pi�ata (and won!) What happened was that he skipped last Saturday's race for his girlfriend's dance after he asked coach if he could do so and was denied permission. Then on Tuesday(ish) coach yelled at and de-teamified him. Our team is once again worthy of the respect of the other teams in the area.
During practice today I helped my coaches prepare for the next meet. I had to go to the art department to get poster board and that made me sad at first. I miss my drawing classes. I got over that in a few seconds however when I walked in the art room and saw not 1, but THREE iMac G5s. My jaw pretty much dropped because they've only been out for less than a month I think, and then suddenly three of the gems were staring me in the face. But they were so incredibly beautiful, so unbelievably compact that I couldn't resist hugging one of them. Now I've got a sexual harassment lawsuit to deal with, but it was worth it.
Anyways, I came back to the Coach's Commons (why is there a massive TV and a comfy couch in there? Kinda suspicious, though not nearly as bad as the nurse's office. His office looks like the office of a well-paid clinical psychologist complete with leather chairs and modern colorful bubbly things whose soul purpose is to exist and waste water and electricity. Yeah that guy is clearly overpaid.) and coach tells me to turn the posterboard into a grid for team results. I'll have to remember to do the math on how big the grids should be next time because I ended up erasing and redoing it twice. I probably didn't need to the second time, but it didn't look right and I'm a perfectionist when it comes to designing pretty much anything. I didn't want it to look like crap (it did anyways) and it needed to be the right size so that it could be seen from a distance. Well, the coaches are stuck with what I gave them: a rushed and somewhat shabby "spreadsheet" and a pencil which lost 90% of its eraser in battle.
The rest of this week has gone fairly smoothly despite the usual high concentration of tests in the week before exams. I've got my psychology exam tomorrow because apparently it isn't important enough of a class to make it on the real exam schedule. Of course that means I don't have to show up on Tuesday next week until almost 10, so I'm quite happy. I'm not expecting any exam to be particularly difficult. Probably the most difficult part of next week as well as the following weeks will be finding the time to watch movies. I've got a film project to do and I have to watch 10 classics by December 1.
Movies I'll be Watching:
Back to work for me. Tests, quizzes and an SAT to come. I miss having weekends.
l473r.
During practice today I helped my coaches prepare for the next meet. I had to go to the art department to get poster board and that made me sad at first. I miss my drawing classes. I got over that in a few seconds however when I walked in the art room and saw not 1, but THREE iMac G5s. My jaw pretty much dropped because they've only been out for less than a month I think, and then suddenly three of the gems were staring me in the face. But they were so incredibly beautiful, so unbelievably compact that I couldn't resist hugging one of them. Now I've got a sexual harassment lawsuit to deal with, but it was worth it.
Anyways, I came back to the Coach's Commons (why is there a massive TV and a comfy couch in there? Kinda suspicious, though not nearly as bad as the nurse's office. His office looks like the office of a well-paid clinical psychologist complete with leather chairs and modern colorful bubbly things whose soul purpose is to exist and waste water and electricity. Yeah that guy is clearly overpaid.) and coach tells me to turn the posterboard into a grid for team results. I'll have to remember to do the math on how big the grids should be next time because I ended up erasing and redoing it twice. I probably didn't need to the second time, but it didn't look right and I'm a perfectionist when it comes to designing pretty much anything. I didn't want it to look like crap (it did anyways) and it needed to be the right size so that it could be seen from a distance. Well, the coaches are stuck with what I gave them: a rushed and somewhat shabby "spreadsheet" and a pencil which lost 90% of its eraser in battle.
The rest of this week has gone fairly smoothly despite the usual high concentration of tests in the week before exams. I've got my psychology exam tomorrow because apparently it isn't important enough of a class to make it on the real exam schedule. Of course that means I don't have to show up on Tuesday next week until almost 10, so I'm quite happy. I'm not expecting any exam to be particularly difficult. Probably the most difficult part of next week as well as the following weeks will be finding the time to watch movies. I've got a film project to do and I have to watch 10 classics by December 1.
Movies I'll be Watching:
- The Godfather
- The Godfather 2
- Citizen Kane
- Casablanca
- One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
- The French Connection
- To Kill a Mockinbird
- Duck Soup
- The Manchurian Candidate (not the DJ Shpazzlemasta DanceDance Remix)
- Apocalypse Now
Back to work for me. Tests, quizzes and an SAT to come. I miss having weekends.
l473r.
Monday, October 4
A 2004 Special Limited Edition Great Depression Anniversary Penny for Your Thoughts
Just for the sake of future generations, I thought I'd post this here as well. Enjoy.
I suppose the craze started back in the time of the ancient Romans when going out in public in the modern equivalent of a bathrobe was "in" and massacres were considered the highest form of entertainment. Yes before the Roman Empire, coins were difficult to make, easily counterfeited, and worst of all boring. Then my favorite person of all time, Julius "I got a month and a method of baby-extraction named after me" Caesar, came on the scene and revolutionized the way the world bought their tunics and war slaves; he put his face on every coin. Coined currency became an instant success and prostitutes all over the Roman empire no longer asked for three goats in exchange for their "services." Now they could use a defined set of currency to charge their clients! Because of their J. Caesar's overwhelmingly successful coin, the Augustus Caesar Coin was released after Julius' death and it had a younger, sexier visage on its face. Roman currency became a fad that just wouldn't die.
Then the Roman Empire collapsed; feifs, serfdom, kingdoms, and the overall regression of human knowledge took over Europe; and currency was buried along with Incitatus' senatorial toga. But this dark era of darkness and lack of light in the form of shiney coins didn't last long� one, one and a half millenia at most. Then the Renaissance brought "intelligence" back to the world, and a few years later, George Washington was leading a revolution of his own. The war was eventually won and Britain sent home in tears. For leading the revolution and being the first president of the United States (and the only one most people can seem to name as coming before Clinton) Washington was eventually memorialized on not one, but two forms of currency and his own short-lived reality TV show. His face was the coolest face to ever grace a quarter or one dollar bill. And, unlike the times of ancient Rome, the great thing was that in America, people didn't have any choice as to what currency they had to use to pay for goods and/or services. United States' citizens HAD to use United States' currency in United States' stores to buy Taiwanese goods. We still have to use good olde American pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, half dollars (yes, we have half dollars), dollar coins, dollar bills, 2 dollar bills (still legal!), five dollar bills and on and on and you get the point. We have an established legal tender. But it was just too boring, and the good people at the US mint will not stand for boring pennies!
The attempted US Coin Revolution began in an attempt to end the 1998 LA Coin Riots whichstarted when LAtians got fed up with their boring old quarters and burned as many as they could find. When they realized that quarters don't burn well, they all grabbed for their coins, burned their hands, and ran madly through the streets cursing Washington's good name. The US mint immediately responded by announcing their 10 Year Plan; to prevent further riots (and to make Nebraska feel important) each state was to be given its very own quarter featuring the most irrelevant, obscure, or historically inaccurate event that an in-state failure of an artist could come up with. The Mint made a deal with Conan O'Brien in which he would reveal some of the new quarters in exchange for his first born child. He agreed and showed the mint's plans for Arkansas, North Dakota, South Dakota, and a few others. (See below.)
The plan worked and people started using quarters again, but then NICKEL usage began to suffer severly. The solution? Immortalize Leif Ericson on the nickel because he embodies the spirit of freedom of spirit and pillaging which America has come to idolize. I can only hope that when penny usage hits an all-time low we can have a memorial to the Confederacy on the opposite side of Honest Abe's coin. Until then, I'm going to head over to Walgreens and spend my entire life savings on Skittles.
I suppose the craze started back in the time of the ancient Romans when going out in public in the modern equivalent of a bathrobe was "in" and massacres were considered the highest form of entertainment. Yes before the Roman Empire, coins were difficult to make, easily counterfeited, and worst of all boring. Then my favorite person of all time, Julius "I got a month and a method of baby-extraction named after me" Caesar, came on the scene and revolutionized the way the world bought their tunics and war slaves; he put his face on every coin. Coined currency became an instant success and prostitutes all over the Roman empire no longer asked for three goats in exchange for their "services." Now they could use a defined set of currency to charge their clients! Because of their J. Caesar's overwhelmingly successful coin, the Augustus Caesar Coin was released after Julius' death and it had a younger, sexier visage on its face. Roman currency became a fad that just wouldn't die.
Then the Roman Empire collapsed; feifs, serfdom, kingdoms, and the overall regression of human knowledge took over Europe; and currency was buried along with Incitatus' senatorial toga. But this dark era of darkness and lack of light in the form of shiney coins didn't last long� one, one and a half millenia at most. Then the Renaissance brought "intelligence" back to the world, and a few years later, George Washington was leading a revolution of his own. The war was eventually won and Britain sent home in tears. For leading the revolution and being the first president of the United States (and the only one most people can seem to name as coming before Clinton) Washington was eventually memorialized on not one, but two forms of currency and his own short-lived reality TV show. His face was the coolest face to ever grace a quarter or one dollar bill. And, unlike the times of ancient Rome, the great thing was that in America, people didn't have any choice as to what currency they had to use to pay for goods and/or services. United States' citizens HAD to use United States' currency in United States' stores to buy Taiwanese goods. We still have to use good olde American pennies, nickels, dimes, quarters, half dollars (yes, we have half dollars), dollar coins, dollar bills, 2 dollar bills (still legal!), five dollar bills and on and on and you get the point. We have an established legal tender. But it was just too boring, and the good people at the US mint will not stand for boring pennies!
The attempted US Coin Revolution began in an attempt to end the 1998 LA Coin Riots whichstarted when LAtians got fed up with their boring old quarters and burned as many as they could find. When they realized that quarters don't burn well, they all grabbed for their coins, burned their hands, and ran madly through the streets cursing Washington's good name. The US mint immediately responded by announcing their 10 Year Plan; to prevent further riots (and to make Nebraska feel important) each state was to be given its very own quarter featuring the most irrelevant, obscure, or historically inaccurate event that an in-state failure of an artist could come up with. The Mint made a deal with Conan O'Brien in which he would reveal some of the new quarters in exchange for his first born child. He agreed and showed the mint's plans for Arkansas, North Dakota, South Dakota, and a few others. (See below.)
The plan worked and people started using quarters again, but then NICKEL usage began to suffer severly. The solution? Immortalize Leif Ericson on the nickel because he embodies the spirit of freedom of spirit and pillaging which America has come to idolize. I can only hope that when penny usage hits an all-time low we can have a memorial to the Confederacy on the opposite side of Honest Abe's coin. Until then, I'm going to head over to Walgreens and spend my entire life savings on Skittles.
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