Quite a bit of stuff to say today, actually. 1) Good for you for quitting AP English. That's the bum in me coming out. Now if Rosie could just take lessons from you... 2) Cody Blonder is in my homeroom...you've done some stupid things. 3) I miss Abby, but I'm gonna be killed. 4) Kentucky is a cool state, except that everyone smokes, and caves are REALLY cool. 4) Rosie, what the HELL is going on? But whatever it is, I'm sorry. 5) Liz, I love your livejournal, cause of the "song o'day" and the little thing that tells what mood you're in, especially. 6) Don't make fun of John Lennon's death. It was a national tragedy. I refuse to this day to read Catcher in the Rye. 7) What does h4x4ur$ mean? 8) Justine was actually there? Does she have nothing better to do? 8) Did you just say dawgs? 9) Jared just e-mailed me. He's a sweet guy, slightly ADHD, but a good guy, all the same. 9) 1 month and 19 days till my b-day, but 1 month 21 days till I get my license. I'm such a loozer.

I HATE WHEN YOU ARE RIGHT JOSH.
From now on you're examining the character of the guys I get to know

Perhaps...but you also have to take into consideration how much I care about school...that is to say, not at all. Plus, I still have 2 APs, and I could probably safely bet that that's a lot better than average, at least on a national basis.

I'm just a bum, what can I say? Plus I need to get a job (probably already said that) and stuff.

I always underestimate, it's like a part of me.

I support you but I think you're underestimate what you can do.

Well thank ya Z, for your support in this issue.

I dunno...I guess I jez had my head in the clouds when I signed up for it. I have to put in a form on Monday to get it changed, and I hope that's all I have to do. It'll be mighty embarrasing coming into the class with no paper, mumbling about switching out. Crying.

I mightily pwned at CS tonite. I really pissed off Brooks, too. He wanted me to turn off the gravity, and most times people will assert their dominance on the game by telling you to do something, then killing you a couple of times until you do it, or you kick them off of your game. Well, in Brooks's case, I kept killing him and he kept telling me to stop, and I didn't, of course. So then he started insults, and I did some back, and Brooks found out I'm a lot better than him at it. So the worst he could do was call Alex and cry about it, whereafter Alex came back with the same nonchalant news of "Brooks doesn't want to play with you anymore". O, STILL, MY HEART. But really...people get so damn touchy...not about the game, about other people. It's like we can't even respect the fact that some people are new to the game, and sometimes things, like in real life, just aren't fair. That some people are better than others, things like that...yes, I even blame myself in this category. I still blame people as "hacking" when they're doing too good...but honestly, I'm right a lot of times...it's hard to miss h4x4ur$ easily.

I'm starting to sound like that damn book, Catcher in the Rye. Wow, somebody help me...I'm not kidding.

Anyway...I went to Seth's house today, he had a prelim vid of Shitfiend...two, actually. He had one called "THE BAND" that was of us and Alex playing Freedom, Master of Puppets (mostly), and Santa's Coming, the CKY version. AND he put part that Chingy song that I think is so godly in there. Chingy is the greatest rapper, right next to 50 Cent. LOL J/K A-HOLZ.

And the other video was called FIRE...all of our fire stunts. Yes, that includes me getting my ass blown off my body, a couple of times, and Seth lighting himself on fire, and me filming fire really close up, and us throwing basketballs at Alex while he rides through a flame downhill on a scooter. And other stuff. And Welcome to the Jungle is playing in the background. It looks so amazing...the best part is, he says he didn't use hardly any of the footage. We have enough right now to put into a full-length vid, but it would be boring. So we're going to stretch it out a bit...shopping cart tryx in winter, fun with leaves and Halloween and skits about 'Nam in the backyard right now. More car stuff, more band stuff, more Chingy. More pool stuff if we can fit it all in. And some of us will probably have nicknames. Like, in the credits of the first cut of the video, Seth refers to me as "assrocket". That's like Art Webb 1986 or Raab Himself for those that follow CKY/Jackass.

I'm eating like a horse these days. I went to this little hole in the wall BBQ joint for dinner...it was pretty durned good. I had a cheeseburger and fries, the best fries I've had in my life, and my dad had a half-side of ribs (that a helluva lot) and okra and baked beans. And so we sat there and talked up a storm with the owners while they cooked our stuff, and they kicked out some homeless guy for the "thousandth time today", and some guy said he thought he knew me but he didn't. The place was called "Justine's Southern BBQ", and there's a teenage girl there named Justine...hence. It'll probably be sold and bought in a few months, it always is, but check it out, it's always some kind of grill joint or another. That was the first time in my life I've eaten there, it was ass-kick.

Well, crack a grin all, this may be the last one you get 'til hell lets out again.

Until such time as we meet, adieu.

Aww w00t, I have a nail file here and I should really use it to deflate my head right quick.

Apple and cinnamon oatmeal is really good for lunch. I just had that, and I had a PB et J for breakfast. So my eating schedule is sdrawkcab but it's alright...I'm recording today and I deserve it.

GOD, how I hate and love recording. Especially since no one is here to help me...the problem is, my cables don't stretch far enough, so I can't set the console next to me. Which means, I have to press record, then do a dive to get over the drum kit and on the throne so I can start. Blah, plus, I haven't configured the mics to this new setup, so I have to keep stopping the damn thing, undoing it all, and starting it over til I get the levels all right. But considering no one cares about this wonderous incident in its text form, it's all good, once again.

I dropped AP English today...eep, sorry if I piss off anyone by this, I just might. But I figure, I really need to get a job, plus I don't understand what I'm doing 90% of the time while tackling the subject matter. But it's ok because I've already done the summer reading for Honours, Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain, which was a really good book, and Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, which was a really weird book. I could see why it would drive some nutcase to kill somebody...it made me want to kill somebody. But I finished that "classic" piece of literature and so it's all out of the way.

In other words, I'm set for school, who else is? No, don't answer, talking about school is too painful, I just remembered.

I miss Abby. But she'll be here in like, five minutes so **YE-AH**...not literally but whatever. But I really do, a whole lot.

Because you all really care...

Heheheh.

Well, have fun kidz, hopefully BLogger will stop being scroo'd and get back to the norm. Peace out dawgz.

I'm here to deflate your ego...I should call. =)

My mom just heard your cd for the first time. She's very against hard music, but anyway, she's like "Wow. He WROTE those songs? Wow. He's really talented." So there you go. Have fun with your big ego.

Wow, Josh, wow. Abby's gonna kill you. w00t

Oh no. They changed the format again. WHY? ARGH!

Anywayz dudez, it's really quiet over here and I'm lonely. Boo-freakin'-hoo. I've been keeping busy the past two days or so, and now that no one's here, there's a prominent and reverberating echo that follows me everywhere.

To sum things up...most of that time was occupied by THE VIDEO.

Yesterday we went to Bi-Lo, where we filmed us defiling a can of peanut butter and putting it back on the shelf, and then looking at condoms and attempting to buy some and make it embarrasing as possible, all the while on film! We were throw out thereafter, tho.

So, thus pissed, we went to some nearby shrubs and did some damage. Seth jumped into them once and smacked his skateboard into the curb and fell into them...I did a stagedive on them, face first, whereafter I rolled out the front and was witnessed by a couple 'o people, but no cops. So we didn't get arrested and that was great.

We also filmed other stuff...it's pretty gross and I won't go into detail. But it's not us streaking (yet) so don't worry about it.

At home, Seth and I designed the logos for this production, which is called SF, which stands for either ShitFiend or StupidFriends, depending on the audience. But moreover, it can stand for whatever you want it to. We just like ShitFiend.

We also wrote a parody of Good Charlotte's The Anthem and a song making fun of Star Wars with an awesome porn music background. w00t w00t.

And THEN...it was the next morning, and battling a lot of rain, we managed to get Alex and Brooks over here. There were many preliminary stunts with fire...LOTS of stuff is flammable. Seth's hand, basketballs, his skateboard, the ground...if it was burnable, we burned it :) It was amazingly fun to watch; moreover it was a middle finger to the age old cliché "play with fire and you get burned". I didn't get burned so HAH. Well, at least at this moment in the story.

Then, we had Brooks ride down the driveway on a scooter and got Alex to pelt him with a basketball. He had some impressive wounding from hitting the agregate. Alex did it to and we filmed it from a downhill perspective, with me, my sister, Brooks, and Seth throwing balls at him. He was also injured by this encounter tho not as much because he stuck to the grass. Mostly it was that getting hit in the head really hard part that made him wail.

AND THEN THE FIREWORKS. I had one more left in my house so we used that...I donned a new pair of jeans and took it in the right pocket, or so dictates tradition. We got it on film...it looks like I'm getting shot in the ass. I could watch it all day and never get tired of it. There's also the aftermath of me being on fire, where I take the hose and put myself out.

We later went to Brooks's house and got his MASSIVE box of fireworks. I said (very foolishly) that I would take ten in the back pockets. They argued my will to six, deeming me much too insane and wanting to preserve the lower part of my body for motor purposes...wheelchairs, people, wheelchairs, but they didn't listen...SO. Three in each pocket. Surprisingly they all lit and exploded...that it truly an assorted rarity in bunching bottlerockets.

Then, Alex threw one at me and it landed in my back pocket somehow...when it went off it streaked down to my ankle and blew.

And by the way...not any of that caused the burn.

The burn came from the last one. I told Brooks to give me one for the road and I filmed it myself. I don't know why but that one pwned me. I got a bit burnt so ouch. But it was all in the name of fun so "smile all" to quote Rosie.

And remember, if I die, I die smiling, and that's what matters.

We also have some really awesome footage of me and Alex performing Master of Puppets and Freedom. Seth is a pretty wykd fotographer.

Anyway kids...that's about it. Just thought I would give an update and tell everyone how dumb I'm being so the rest of you can feel that much smarter.

Peace.