YOUR LIFE

September 28, 2007, 23:55

Life’s been reaaaaaal good so far. Unfortunately, not everyone’s life is like mine.

worst night ever!

September 27, 2007, 18:02

Harrison Smith came up to me a few days ago and told me he spent all his history class reading my blog. He thinks I live a life far more wild and interesting than he does. What a nice compliment, he sure knows how to make a kid’s day worthwhile.

Morgan and JB have been having a tough time doing their physics homework. I took physics last year but my teacher was pretty good and this year they have Dr. Ficht. In my spare time I go to his class and sometimes he lets me teach. I love teaching science because I have no idea what I’m talking about most of the time. I showed Morgan my old journal from 8th grade and she was sad that she wasn’t in it. I told her that I didn’t know her in the 8th grade. Then she said “But JB is in it!” and then I reminded her that I’ve known JB for 6 years. She should read this blog because she’s in it everywhere.

I’ve been going out to eat with Adrienne and Fletcher and the rest of the kids. I never buy anything, though.

Last night was the worst night of my life. Andrew called me up and told me Tim Barry was playing at Walter’s so he came over to my house and picked me up. We missed our exit on the freeway so we just took the next exit to turn around. That exit we took was a trap! There was an impossible stop sign on the exit of the freeway and it is physicall impossible to slow from 55 mph to a stop in 8 seconds so we had no choice but to slide through it. Of course, a cop was waiting for us to run that ridiculous stop sign so he took about 20 minutes to write the ticket. We were already late. We asked the cop how to get to Walter’s and he gave us the wrong directions. By the time we got to Walter’s, Tim Barry was playing his last song, Avoiding Catatonic Surrender. It’s a short song so we just wait by the door to listen to it as we tell Jeff our story. He told us that was probably the worst thing he had ever heard. But then the night gets even worse. Ryan Chavez, the guy who helped book the show, told us that if we wanted to stand by the door we had to pay him $10 each. There’s no way we were gonna pay him $20 to stand by the backdoor for 2 minutes so we just left. We got to the show and we couldn’t even stay for the one last short song. What a horrible night.

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September 22, 2007, 14:47

I met this girl named Welsley last week. I think she’s a sophomore but if not then she’s a freshman. Welsley is such a nice name. Welsley Welsley Welsley. She probably thinks I’m a creep for saying her name outloud so much at school. If any of you know me, you’ll know that I only have 2 classes a day but I absolutely love going to school so I’ll stay for for all 8 hours every day instead of the regular 4 hours. Mr. Ostroff supervises the last period of study hall every Tuesday and Thursday and I usually go in there to shoot the breeze with Mr. Ostroff or brag about my wild adventures to the geeky underclassmen. One day I was bragging about how a millionaire randomly drove me home on a Sunday afternoon to this sophomore kid Adam and then I stopped and saw this blonde girl sitting alone at the back table. I asked him why he never talked to her and he said “because I don’t know her.” It was quite obvious that he was afraid of girls. Well the next study hall came on Thursday and I thought it would be hilarious if I got her to sit with Adam and see how awkward it would be for him so I asked her to sit at our regular table and we got to talking. Adam came by and said he had to go retake a math test. So the blonde girl and I got to talking. She’s Welsley. She’s pretty cool. She really likes ballet and plays and murder mystery dinners. Then I learned that her older brother was Wayne White! Wayne White was this kid from my elementary school and middle school who thought he was a rapper/gangster but in reality he was a short frecklefaced redhead with pale skin with very wealthy parents. He was a ginger. I exclaimed “WAYNE WHITE?! HAHA OH MAN” so much after she told me her brother was Wayne that I think she got scared. She started blushing after I reminded her of how he had cornrows back in middle school. Haha oh man Wayne White. Welsley and Wayne are such opposites.

Last night was the St. Jude’s benefit at Notsuoh. I didn’t really plan on coming but Casey from Fire Team Charlie asked me to come take pictures for their album and I couldn’t say no to that offer. The first two acts were just these solo coffee shop acts with really pretty sounding voices and pretty guitar and pretty piano. Alekos came by on his bike and stayed for a while. We got to talkin’. Elaine Greer was next. She has such nice songs. I feel bad for never saying hi to her even though I played my first show with her. I’m such a jerk. And then Fire Team Charlie played and all the old people left because I guess Fire Team Charlie played too loud and too fast.

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September 14, 2007, 20:39

Fletcher drove me and Harrison to lunch on Tuesday in his dirty mud truck. It’s the worst truck in the world but Harrison and I did enjoy Fletcher’s recklessness. Especially when he slammed down his accelerator as we went over bumps.

Wednesday, Morgan flagged me down during lunch and asked me if I knew where JB was. I told her I didn’t know so I went with her to go look for him. We found him eating alone in his truck in the parking lot, hidden by low branches. He was wearing a suit and had a pigeon’s feather in his ear instead of an earring. It was disgusting but he laughed it off when I told him that. I don’t know why he was eating alone in his truck like that but he wasn’t mad or sad or angry. JB is never mad or sad. Morgan invited me to sit in the back of JB’s cab and joined them for lunch in the truck. It was cramped. Remember that time I slept in JB’s truck? Of course you do. Boy did that suck.

Yesterday, Morgan drove me and JB to Jamba Juice. When we got in there, we didn’t know what to get. Cody, the cashier, recommended the Banana Berry with a green caffeine boost. I told him I’d take one. I paid him in 2-dollar bills and he didn’t know where to put them in the cash register. Morgan wasn’t paying attention to what I ordered because she was still reading the menu. I got my drink and Morgan ordered a Banana Berry as well. She was drinking mine while her drink was being made and she asked me what I got. I told her I got a Banana Berry and she got really really upset because she also ordered a Banana Berry and she yelled at Cody. Cody is a bastard. He thinks he’s soooooo cool just because he works at Jamba Juice but he’s not cool. He’s not cool at all. HE SUCKS. I’m glad I paid him in 2-dollar bills because it was slightly inconvenient. Haha take that Cody. Thats what you get.

I also learned that the stranger that offered me a ride home (and which I accepted) on Sunday is a millionaire. No joke. I was telling the story at school and Charles actually knows the guy because they’re neighbors. The guy that drove me home is the CEO of A-Rocket Moving and Storage, based here in Houston. I Googled his name to confirm it and it’s true. That probably explains why he had a giant house and two men washing 5 brand new cars in his driveway.

I think I saw Casey from Fire Team Charlie at HCC West Loop. I’m not 100%, though.

Here are some pictures I found on my camera (I didn’t take most of them, maybe 3 at most):

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September 11, 2007, 20:06

Jacob Breier told me that Cecilia saw me this weekend. He said that she said that I was sitting in the kitchen taking pictures of people. This is true, but I’ve never met Cecilia in my life! Somehow she knows who I am. I hope she isn’t reading this. She probably thinks I’m a creep!