AHHH!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!So much work! I... I need to finish... but I can't. Should I skip school tomorrow? But I'll be missing so many classes... AHHH! Damn debate.

Good morning

Hello! This post is dedicated to my little nephews, Zach & Jon, who shall now make fun of all of you, even if they doesn't know who you are.Systematicslly... of course. Now, Zach & Jon, will you do the honors? Remember, they worked very hard on this, so be nice.___littleone89 = ugly ducklingdalivejournal = pink leprehcaundhc band = the redneck hobodr evil 666 = hillbilllyedgarluansunil = the awkward eaglecatkuznyechik = pooopsie poplanziehyped = purple-haired chinese girllittlozzyman = the lazzy bummanunitned007 = withered wretchmattmag91 = doggy doomoninlina = no brainernoodleshack = pruny piece of legopaulinethegreat = the worst man in historyphoenixrisers = dunky juiceshivcrombie = the zero pointed starspankmeimjewish = the dumbest ducklingspencahboxx = pillsbury doyboyspiderfish = dumdum popthe russianator = junkyard dogtherumy = beer boytheworstljever = google schnortuncletai = the he/shewormtail78 = urine catfood___Closing remarks:Zach: Happy Honda Days! To Mike: "Ni Ni Ni! We're back! Answer your phone more often!" I'll poke you in the tummy!Jon: If you were there you would have ran from that ant too.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

There's always the nut that would update now, but...HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR! 2005! woohooOkay, well, so far this year has failed my expectations.No apocalypse, no final judgement, no fireworks (well, never in this community anyways). Yeah nothing special. Oh well.My best wishes, until next year, may you make new discoveries to interest your life,

Merry Christmas!

It's actually 12:41... but who would notice?
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
More about today and yesterday tomorrow. hahaha. AHHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Good Luck Folks.

-"Err... Can you tell me what 'cualquier' means?"-"No, of course not, you don't need it... just ignore it. Wait... no, nevermind, you do need it. Just translate it literally."-"Literally...? Err... okay..."-"Hmmm... Let me see... 'cual-quier'? Maybe? Which...who? No... which-want? What? Forget it.... I'll just put 'haria'."That was the only problem in my spanish exam, besides "viera".Another Anecdote:Today after school, when I got home, I'm walking about my house and I happen to see my dad pouring something into what supsiciously looked like my water bottle. I take a closer look at the container that he was pouring out into the bottle. It was green, it smelled funny, and it was labled "Miracle Gro".Yeah...___Today's lucky findings: -Someone's IB report for Theory of Knowledge-A bunch of Civil War History Notes-A black yamaka thing (misspelled? What I wanted to say was that Jewish hat thingy...)Anyways, exams are already here, and so will Christmas. If anybody would like to let me ransack and live off of that person's house for a day when my parents aren't here during winter break, let me know. I'll be bored stiff here at home.Study, study, study... that seems to be my sole purpose in life these days... at least that's what my parents say... Later.

The Walking Dead person

DELRAY - A local teenager died tragically the other day. During a math club meeting, the unfortunate kid fainted while trying to do a math problem. An eye-witness reported, "[He was] at the board... trying to do a complicated math problem... when all of a sudden, he through up his marker into the air and yelled, 'ahhhhh', then he just dropped onto the floor." The local authorities dispatched a team to investigate the crime scene, but the victim's body was missing. When questioning several people around the crime scene, one claimed that a big red hole of fire had appeared on the ground of the portable, and that the minions of darkness leaped out and consumed the boy. All the others claimed that he had risen and proceeded to walk out as if nothing happened. This phenomenon is unexplainable, he died, but then was able to get up and go home.
The authorities are still not sure if it was the strong smell of white board cleaner and markers was the cause of this tragic accident. One local inhabitant claimed, "It's the math I tell you! It's the math!"
If you have any information as to his whereabouts, please contact him and tell him that he is a n00b. A local detective said, "How hard could it be to find this person? I mean he's dead! How hard could it be to find a dead person?"


(Above) - A picture of the tragic victim. Authorities are still looking for him. If you know the identity of this person, contact the local authorities immediately. The reward for any information is a slap in the face.

Sigh... the first one of december...

Happy Birthday Andrei. Expect many more threats than usual.

Gah, November is flooded with these...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!Honey Roasted Pistacchios.

Another birthday...I'm running out of chocolate...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM!Flowers.

Happy Birthday

Nikhil, this journal is yours (for today).

THE MIKE SAGA...

A story of love...passion...adventure...suspense...and surprise...ALL PLAYED OUT OVER THE INTERNET!!!A love-comedy drama created and produced on AOL Instant Messenger.________Enter a little known person with huge insecurity problems...MICHAEL J. CONFINO.Our story:BOCA RATON:Mike has extreme mental problems. One of them is love. Unfortunately, he has a huge infatuation with a girl in his biology class. However, the girl of his dreams ignores all his hints. How will he confront her? Will he ever tell her how he truly feels?! Then one day, a mysterious girl named "Kim" appears in Mike's life and attempts to counsel him...What shall happen next!?!?FIND OUT NEXT TIME, WHEN I POST, EPISODE 1: The Meeting.________So, tune in tomorrow, when the first episode is released! Tell your friends and family! You don't want to miss this extraordinary event!

Nah...

Gah, I'm starting to hate this. I'm going back to being nerdy or something.Updating closed.

Alas...

Haven't updated lately. My thoughts are still in limbo since I got sick during the weekend. I had so much time to just sit there and do nothing but feel sick, so I philosophized (sp?). It was horrible, I hope I never get sick again because of those thoughts. I also came up with some romantic poems during the time I couldn't sleep. It was very, very, odd. A very odd experience.Anyways, all my sad thoughts were counteracted by the fact that I got a brand new spanking cell phone Saturday. It's a V300 and has a camera. It's super cool. What's odd is that on Monday, during lunch, my phone switched numbers, which was odd. If I gave you the number 452-2067, that's wrong. Talk to me for the new one.Also, my nephew Chris said he might get us a new computer this weekend. That's good, considering my current computer is a '98 HP model. Also, he'll also be able to fix my recorder/camera problem, so that you can see all the pictures I took at Coldstone's.Nothing new. Haven't seen anything interesting lately to make a fictional story out of. Alas, that's probably because my life is uninteresting and boring. Too bad.Still trying new gears, but the rusty gear is sabotaging my efforts.

Alas...

I guess it can. Time to shift gears. The one I'm using is getting rusty.

No...

Could life get any worse? Let's hope not.

GAH!!! TELL ME IT'S NOT TRUE!

Gasp! I have a B! IN AP PHYSICS!Guess I celebrated too soon.Mr. Perry is either a sadistic evil teacher or a liar of some sort. I shouldv'e figured that out when I first laid my eyes on Mr. Perry. That chipmunkish grin, those eyes that wandered everywhere and all the time, those odd looks that could only be bested by the infamous Votano-Datoli, and the times when he would just space off when we were copying notes...Apparently, Mr. Perry wasted his time calculating what each person needed to get a higher grade if they were borderline and punched them all in. Then he arbitrarily gave 22/30's to everybody else. I was crazy with happiness with yesterday, and when he announced what he did today, I was shocked. But oh, well, I guess I deserved it. Alas...I'll get you for this, Mr. Perry, if that's even your real name.Alas, I must leave now, my parents are now raging against me for the "crimes" I have received. "B's". Gah. Life is tenuous.

YES!!!!!!! IM TYPING IN ALL CAPS!!!!!!!!

IT'S AMAZING!!! TRULY IT IS!!!
GUESS WHAT!? I HAVE AN
A
IN AP PHYSICS!!!

PROOF:Palm Beach County School District Monday, November 1, 2004Progress Report for LING, GEORGEPERRY,CH ADV PL PHYSICS BTotal Points: 297.0Maximum Possible Points: 331.0Final Average: 89.72Final Grade: A Absent Days: 0
Score Information Name Date Category Score Max % Grd Footnote
pretest 08/13/04 quiz 17 15 113 A team rev 08/25/04 quiz 5 9 55 F daily 08/25/04 daily 10 10 100 A quiz 08/29/04 quiz 13 11 118 A test 08/31/04 test 79 100 79 C daily 09/15/04 homework 12 12 100 A daily 09/30/04 homework 12 12 100 A quiz 10/06/04 quiz 19 17 111 A test 10/08/04 test 85 100 85 B daily 10/19/04 homework 15 15 100 A labs 10/29/04 labs 27 30 90 A uncert 10/29/04 ua 3 0 **
quiz Subtotal quiz 54.0 52 103 A daily Subtotal daily 10.0 10 100 A test Subtotal test 164.0 200 82 B homework Subtotal homework 39.0 39 100 A labs Subtotal labs 27.0 30 90 A ua Subtotal ua ** ** ** Term #1 Subtotal 297.0 331 89 A
X = Exempt, NC = No Credit
Assignment Descriptions pretest = AP/SL pretest team rev= forces and statics team review daily = daily grade / homework quiz = comp forces/statics quiz test = comp forces/statics test daily = hurricane daily grade daily = hurricane daily grade#2 quiz = motion quiz test = motion test daily = worksheet assignment labs = labs 1-3 uncert = uncertainty adjustment-----------------------HAHAHHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!OH YESALSO, IN MY JOY...Lockdown2788: HAHAHALockdown2788: Mrs. Landaker laughed at me and said I
would get a mental breakdown if I took 4
AP classes...but I showed her. HAHAHA!Beana Lena: ROTF!Beana Lena: put that in your livejournalCOURTESIES OF PAULINE.OH YES, HAPPY FAKE BIRTHDAY PAULINE!!!THE ONLY CLASS LEFT IN WHICH I DON'T HAVE AN A IS AP LIT,AND I HAVE ANTotal Points: 630.0 Maximum Possible Points: 705.0
Final Average: 89.36
Final Grade: B AH WELLYOU CAN'T WIN THEM ALL...SO HAPPYDON'T FORGET TO COME TO COLDSTONE'S ON THURSDAY!BE THERE OR BE DEAD! LITERALLY.

Peace...

Ah, after posting that last long rant, I have come to peace.
I realized that after reading my last journal entry, I was being selfish, stupid, ignorant, and only thinking of myself. That is a sin that yet I still strive for to erase from myself.
So what? Who cares if I miss Halloween? It's just some stupid holiday like Valentine's Day that the big business corporations had put together to help feed their businesses. I mean, just look at all those decorations and commercials they put out. Besides, all that candy I eat can't be good for me.Will Halloween really make a difference and etch a memory into my mind? I doubt it. Alas, I've been sixteen for almost 4 days now, and I'm failing to be mature. What will become of me if I ever become an adult? If I continue to have these childish impulses, surely I would not be able to live a comfortable life.
Alas, I should just enjoy what I'm able to. Everybody else is out having a fun time at a friend's house. But I must not envy them. I must think about all those children out there who never ever felt the happiness in holidays. I must consider myself lucky.
And so with that, I leave all of you, and I hope you all have a very, very Happy Halloween.
Happy Halloween!
Good night.

Well...

As you can see, I'm awake, and it's currently 12:20 AM. No, I'm not trying to deprive myself of sleep and I'm not some sort of insomniac. Rather, I blame it on PHYSICS.Yes, physics. That area of studies that causes normal rational men to go insane. It drives them off the edge.But not me.I have survived so far for the first nine weeks as of today. My mission is to excel and spite those that wish to harm me. Physics has been a critical test in my mental and physical stability, but I have attained nirvana.Or maybe I'm just plain tired? I hear the winds howling my name. The clouds beckon, and as I struggle to look out my window, I can almost feel the moon gravitating towards me. Alas, it is just the printer. I think I'm going delusional. Hurry up, dumb printer. Thou must quickly printhee thoust papers so that I mayst goeth forth upon my wayeth. Yes. Quickly.Fortunately, the alarm system has not gone off, since I have been sitting here staring at the computer for around 5 hours or more straight, and I am having trouble typing. I constantly have to backspace. Ah well.What am I doing? No idea? Wait? Ah? No? See?Yes.W00t! My Flesch-Kinkaid Grade Level for my Combining Forces Lab Report is 12.0! That's senior level! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!Okay. I'm better now. Alas. Alas. Alas.Okay. I'm better now. Alas. Alas. Alas.Okay. I'm better now. Alas. Alas. Alas.Okay. I'm better now. Alas. Alas. Alas.Yeah, nevermind.Okay!Okay!Yeah!DONE WITH ALL THREE LAB REPORTS!DONE!DONE!DONE!DONE!Hahahaha. Mr. Perry thought he could kill us by giving us an extreme amount of crap. But I fooled him. HAHHAA! HAHAHAHA!Anyways, good night. No wait, I'm sorry. What was I thinking?GOOD MORNING!

Ah, the 27th...

After a miserable half-week, it seemed that the peak at Wednesday would grant me a moment's peace. It is my birthday today after all.-----People who have said "Happy Birthday" to me:About 30.People who have given me something in celebration of my birthday:So far, three (my parents included but not yet proven).Knowing that I'll get back at my parents for forgetting about my birthday:Priceless. Muahahahaha.-----Anyways, I wouldn't have updated today if I had known that my birthday did not leave any significant memories, but oh well. It's just yet another day...Tell me something to be happy about. I'm depressed.

Heh

Well, for those of you who got offended by the last ethic entry, I'm sorry. (I know for sure you're offended, Ross, I'll try to make my entries a little shorter next time.)Well, time to laugh at my dad, for revenge, of course._____________Let me relate to you a funny short story that my dad told me yesterday.Yesterday, my dad dropped me off at SuperCuts or something to get my hair cut. So I went in, waited a while, then got my hair cut and left. Not seeing my dad anywhere, I decided to go look for him, and I headed towards Albertsons, which is where I thought my dad would most likely be.Lo and behold! He wasn't at Albertsons! Instead, he was just two stores in the opposite direction at the T-Mobile Store Place Thingy. This is where my story ends.This is where my dad's story starts.After perusing for a while in the cell phone store, supposedly, he went outside to go look for me. He went inside supercuts, and saw what appeared to be me in a chair getting my haircut. So, as all parents are disposed to do, he went to the hair-cutting lady, and gave her some advice as to how to cut "my" hair.Dad: "Make it shorter."Lady: "This short?"Dad: "Just cut it shorter all over."Lady: "That much?"Dad: "Yeah, real short."Just when my dad finished relating this information to the lady, and then the lady changed the size of her shaving-device-thing, the kid who was supposed to be "me" turned around and looked at my dad. Well, simply put, it wasn't me.Kid: "WHAT?"Dad: "Oh gosh, nevermind, heh, wrong kid."You can just pretty much imagine the emotions running between my dad, the hair-cutting-lady, and the panic-sticken kid. Anyways, to make a short story short(er), I found my dad standing outside the hair-cutting place, all calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.I found this story amusing, since my dad couldn't tell the difference between some random kid getting his hair cut and his own son. I don't know whether to laugh or feel depressed, now that I think of it. Frankly, I blame it on old age.Yeah, so no problems there. When I was getting my hair cut, I told the lady to cut it into, "Anything within reason." I have been advised never to that again.__________________________My parents are telling me to shave my mustache one of these days. Alas, it is breaking my dream of growing a large mustache and waxing it to a fine point. And then perhaps forming odd swirls or shapes, or combing it over my mouth like a veil of mustache hair. Ah well, guess we can't get everything we want. Sigh...

So...another standardized test

This is a paid advertisement by the Raffi Cards Company:First of all, I'll like to say Happy Birthday to Mag, who doesn't read live journals nor knows the existence of such, so therefore, that will be all for that. I would have written a nice poem, but since she is unable to appreciate my work, too bad. Forgot to make a birthday card for her, but don't worry Mike, I'm making yet another unique card for your birthday tomorrow. If I'm quick, I can mail you your card tomorrow, and you'll receive it on Friday. Too bad.If you would like to join The Raffi Company's Birthday Spectacular Mailing List, or know someone who would, leave their name, birthday, and address, and I'll see if I can get around to it. MAKE SURE I GET THE MESSAGE AT LEAST ONE WEEK BEFORE THE BIRTHDAY, OR ELSE I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY PROBLEMS THAT WILL OCCUR.--------------------------------------------Guess what today was? Give up? It's Wednesday! It is also the day for sophomores to take a mandatory Pre-PSAT, which couldn't be any easier. It was like F-CAT except a bit higher in level and more "comprehensive". However, I've never seen such simple math questions in my life (not counting pre-pre-algebra). Ah, yes, and diana, don't give up on physics!Ah yes, since I'm bored, I will make a poll concerning this journal.What does the public want to read next?!?!?!Choice A) The Psycho Papers.Choice B) Oh Friend of Friends, Let Me Count the Ways I've Insulted You.Choice C) The Incorporation of "Raffi".Choice D) Your Choice.Choice A is a psychological analysis document based on my observations.Choice B is a hysterical creation in the works (also will be put on cards).Choice C is a fictional life story based on real events.Choice D is a random story where you tell me the theme.Of course, they all are written with my style of writing. So don't expect anything serious.I'm doing this because I ran out of stories to tell, and I need something to get my brain working. This is, after all, created to be a creative writing journal, not a diary. If there's a tie, I get to close this journal until I get an inspiration.You vote by posting a message.Have fun!

I intensely dislike alarms.

I really have a problem with security alarms....Today turned out to be an interesting day, sort of. I had a tiring physics test, but it was fun. The real fun, however, started when I got home. I think I'll forget about the bike story unless I'm bored.------------FLASHBACK--------------Okay, so here I am at home, and I go out to walk the dog. (yawn! : Types in password for garage : yawn! : takes out key to unlock door : yawn! : opens door... ya..) All of a sudden, the alarm turns on. No big problem there, but then I find that I had forgotten the password. Dang! Why isn't this working? Maybe it was that, no that doesn't work. Argh, what was it again? Beep, beep, beep. Uh oh, the lights are blinking rapidly. At last, I couldn't figure out the combination! The burglar alarm turns on and starts wailing, and then I hear the frantic barking of the dog. Ugh, got to quiet the dog, where is it? I run to the living room, where I see Muffin running in circles and barking at the ceiling. Muffin! It's only me! Remember? Muffin looks at me and runs to me. Sorry, muff, but I have to debug the alarm. So I quickly race out the door to my house. Did I mention how hard it is to run with my dad's slippers without tripping? I run to my room, find the code, and run back. I punch in the code quickly and the alarm stops. Panicking, I remembered what happened last time I set off an alarm. I pace around thinking while Muffin follows me, wondering why in the world we weren't going outside. I finally call my dad and ask him for advice. He tells me to wait for the phone call from the security company. Dammit! I forgot! I quickly hang up and right after I hang up, the security folks call.That taken care of, I proceeded to take Muffin for a walk, but apparently, she had other things on her mind. Walking to the boundaries of the house, Muffin stops and pulls to go back inside. Muffin! Come on! Let's walk! I plead for about two minutes, but it appeared that I was going to lose this. Okay, fine, Muffin. The lady's not back home yet. Do you want me to open the garage and show you? I open the garage, and Muffin rushes inside looking around. Nope, no lady or lady's car yet. Muffin sits down in the shade. Come on, Muffin! I pet her and rub her belly, but she still won't move. The stupid thing was that she was sitting in the only spot of shade, and I was in the sun, trying to coax her for 5 minutes. What was I going to do? Wait until she decides to move? Thank goodness. My savior. My dad walks into view, and like a rocket, Muffin shoots out to greet him, tail wagging, ears pressed back. Oh, and why aren't you happy to see me, eh? Dumb dog. Muffin begins to run loops around my dad, and then bolts down the road. Oh come on, you only walk if you see my dad? How about me? Do you hate me so? Argh! My dad turns to go inside. Muffin turns to follow him into my house. Ugh. How am I suppose to walk the dog when she doesn't even follow me? I tell my dad to accompany me, since it appears that she wouldn't walk unless he came. This aggravates me intensely. About half a block down, my dad decides to go back home, since Muffin seemed to have forgotten him in her happiness to not have only me walk her.Ah well. Today's Friday. Ugh. Still have to tell the lady next door about the alarm. *PLEASE no ticket by crazy sheriff.*I think I better escape south of the border. If you can help me. Please do. Adios.

Ehhh...

Okay, I cooled off. Anger is just a sign of immaturity. However, the significant part of this journal will be "friends only". The Psycho Papers and the Moments will be moved to "private" when I get around to posting them from my files.Sorry about that. I'll post today's bicycle story tomorrow or on saturday if I have time. As for now, I have to study for AP Physics. Oh joy.Sorry, Mike, but you'll have to call me for journal password to view this.

Complete Shut Down

This is the last straw. Due to extenuating circumstances, this journal has become friends-only. If you request, I will make public certain entries, but then again, that's pointless if you're a friend.If you were able to view this journal earlier, drop a comment and you will be added, depending on who you are.LOCKED DOWN.

Friday

Dreaming...dreaming..."So, how many pizzas do you want?", says the guy at the counter. Then I hear a familiar voice saying, "No, let's put that over there." In my mind, something is yelling at me, "WHERE DID THAT VOICE COME FROM?" Suspicions arrise. Then I hear that voice again over my dream, "Here, let me help you." ARGH! Where is that coming from. Then I realize that the voice is my half-sister-in-law's voice. Recognition flashes.WHAT?I quickly tossed aside the bedsheets and jumped up and open the door. Almost slamming my two nephews in the process. Realization...My nephews had brought an invadsion force and was taking over my house! NO. That couldn't be it. Rather, they were coming down from Merritt Island to escape from the impending hurricane.In my mind, I remind myself to curse at the hurricane when I get a chance. Right now, I'm barely trying to type this journal, let alone, stay alive. Thankfully, (or unfortunately for their parents), they have discovered modern gaming technology, and that helps in pacification greatly.Oh yes, and as Jon reminds me, I ate bacon.The point I'm trying to get across, is that the hurricane (no not my nephews, although whenever they leave my house, people remark that it might have been hit by a hurricane) is going to annoy me. And not just me. EVERYBODY IN FLORIDA. All I can hope now, is that the hurricane doesn't do as much damage as possible, because my parents have friends (incidentally "aunts and uncles" but not by relation) who could be better off. Well, my parents are treating Hurrican Frances like Earthquake Frances, because we've stuffed all the objects that could possibly be thrown around (as if in a tornado) and all the stuff that can break and fall down (as if in a earthquake) into little boxes which I do not know where they came from. MY MOM IS PARANOID.She just won't admit it.The End.

messed up

This journal is really messed up. I'll fix it if i can learn how. Sorry.

First time for everything...

Well, this is the first time I have started a livejournal.Just to let you know, this journal will probably not be written in, and if it is, it will be when I'm feeling very philosophical, or when I have something VERY important to tell you.So, basically, don't expect much.