west

I spend most of my time on
facebook. look for me there.

my my my

how this poor poor blog gets neglected.

I've been singing in the homeschooler's choir very very much recently. Good fun. I wasted the most recent hours of 12 noon-9pm on one such endeavour. But that has become commonplace.

ah well, school stinks, like always. I did a research paper that will probably make my grade plummet, and I'm afraid that I won't pass my math class. But I think I can pull it off.

that's it.

Mars

well March approaches its inevitable end.
I'm watching a house for some friends of mine. it's strange to be sleeping in another family's house when they're not even around. But it's okay. They're paying me after all. Anyway, this is being written on their computer, which started to act up earlier tonight, which I wasn't really glad about, since I've been the only one using it.

Okay, done.

Last Chance to Whisper

Not really, but it sounds nice.

I recently realized how cool Youtube is. I really plan on making short camcorder footage into videos for songs that don't have videos. They'd have to be really rough songs, because if the song were to call for an artsy, warm, or even just well-done clip, I can't get that kind of image with my camera. I know I have something that fits the bill, I just have to find one that won't suck.

Anyway, I need to eat something right now.

Return

Per the advice of an old old friend, I chat about my life from here on out.


Life is hectic for losers like me. This is my last year of high school, and I've already attended two different community colleges, the cause of which being a move from one state to another. Granted, it wasn't like moving from California to Michigan, but it still ends up making a difference.


And in spite of this, I'm a very lazy person. Case in point, here I am blogging about my homework instead of actually doing my homework. English never really bothers me as far as difficulty, but for a research paper, they're very very strict about what they want, what you can write about, things like that. I was never good at Math. Then I've got this business class that I don't know what to think about. It's like a "grammar, ethics, courtesy, and logic in the business environment" class, or something like that.


But there's really nothing else bearing down on me as of right now. I'm virtually broke, if that counts for anything anymore. I say virtually because while I have some money to my name, I have a habit of not using it wisely. Another problem soon to be remedied.

Ahhh....

It just occurred to me that the quotes I have as my header thing were said more than a year ago.
Oh, to not be so nostalgic.
But I guess everybody has their time.

Time Taking Tolls

Since it's been too long, I'll make this brief

My musical life is on the verge of major flourishment.

How's that for brief?

Stray

Nobody bother this blog, I won't put up anything interesting.
But what's new about that?





Make myself look important.

Such

As much as I feel like taking a shower and going to bed, I can't rip myself away from the computer.
I just need more to do. On the cpu, that is.
But you'd think a teenager has enough, huh?
Nope...

Torque

Twenty thousand miles to an oasis,
Twenty thousand years will I burn.

Never overestimate Ohio. When Hawthorne Heights glorified it, it was only because it was their home state. So, never trust Hawthorne Heights on any count.

Josh Bales

Fear

So, as usual, it's been several weeks since I've posted here.
And really, there's nothing to say, except:
T e c h n o l o g y is A W E S O M E
But I think everyone knew that anyway.

Preston and Steve

Arcana

So, when it comes down to it, I find that I still have yet to find my purpose. Try to understand, that when I can, I will.

The Look Machine.

Hittites

So rain is an interesting thing.
And this line is for taking up space, making it look like I said something interesting.
Ah, my church is cool. We do stuff for youth groups and stuff, and we have lots of other community ministries.

Eragon

Toads

Blogging officially doesn't take up all of my time anymore. I now work two jobs, which is totally fun.... yeah right, but I do have cash here and there, now that that's been going on.
What a boring guy I am.

Griffin Technology

When

Really, it makes no sense for anyone to write things in a journal that people can read.

It took me a while to figure out what my signature should be. I didn't know what it meant at first, then, once I did know, I had to decide, which is no short process on my part. Anyway, I should come up with a topic to write about routinely.

White Stripes being Sued.

Aeroplex

It seems as though I'm stuck using my imagination to provide myself with entertainment. Well, movies can do it, too, and music, like with most people, but I feel like I'm always stuck doing something worthless because I make no effort to do anything radically different.

A short tour of Regent University.

Crater

Just to let you know, I kind of give my work random titles. More specifically, ones that don't have to do with the content at all.

This site is kinda nice. I can just talk on here, and I know two, maybe three people tops, who even bother having a sub-domain of blogspot. I like this much more than Xanga, though. They let so much stupid stuff go out, it isn't even funny. Don't get me wrong, I'm still going to use my Xanga to communicate with a handful of my friends, but that's about the extent of it.

Meanwhile...
Police: Suspect planned to eat Okla. girl

Easter Weekend

I swear, I can't be on here ad nauseum. My parents would be disturbed by that for sure, and since I live in their house, I don't want to alienate them.
So, that said, I'll have you know that I'm trying to make this site as unique as possible, without making it look... busy, you know?

Quandary

I have been blasted for using Xanga as my only blog, so I hope to improve my internet status. Yet I hope to also remain anonymous, save to the people I know in real life. (You'll know it's me, guys.)

Anyway, since I don't go through the trouble of reading other blogs by real people out there, I wonder aimlessly to myself: why am I addicted to blogging? No matter what the answer is, I shall simply do my best to try to tell you what happens to me, without having you track me down and make my family's computer crash.