Where did Alfonzo come from anyway?

yeahhhhhhh bout that last entry

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:40:16 GMT

wow, i really am a diffrent person. weeeeeirrrrd.

wow...

Mon, 04 Dec 2006 01:25:05 GMT

holy shit. So i was procrastinating physics on IM when i see that Alanna has a livejournal still. Because her's is so hilarious, i decided to take a look at my own to see just how annoying i was a while ago. I'm actually not bad.
Im gonna go do stuff now

more fun with online quizes

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 19:55:17 GMT

Your Career Type: Enterprising

You are engertic, ambitious, and sociable.
Your talents lie in politics, leading people, and selling things or ideas.

You would make an excellent:

Auctioneer - Bank President - Camp Director
City Manager - Judge - Lawyer
Recreation Leader - Real Estate Agent - Sales Person
School Principal - Travel Agent - TV Newscaster

The worst career options for your are investigative careers, like mathematician or architect.

What's Your Ideal Career?

more fun with online quizes

Thanksgiving, ho boy.

Fri, 25 Nov 2005 03:33:44 GMT

Okay, here we go. Thanksgiving. It's that time of year that the leaves turn briliant shades of orange, yellow, and red. As more and more fall, delicatly to the ground, time winds down till that day of happy rememberance of the period that was proably the last peaceful meeting of pilgrims and Indians, way back when.

In fact, the age old, Pilgrim-Indian rivalry might have begun with a simple, yet fatal, remark that undoubtably brought the conversation to a screetching halt.

"So Running Bear, where do your people build their churches?"

"Oh, we no build churches, John Watson."

"Then how do you worship the Lord?"

"We worship diffrent lord than your people."

Cource, this remark leads to an argument at the table. Folowed by the alpha Pilgrim to stand up and shout, causing that generic chair scrape/scheech sound (when in actuallity the chair was on dirt, not lenolium) as his chair is pushed back. Leading to the cheif Indian to rise and cause the same screetching sound with his chair. The shouting match continues untill the wives get the husbands to quiet down, which of cource leads to the wives making "men our stupid, but my man is right" remarks to one another, laughing and getting along till one or the other says, "but seriously, you really should worship insert god name here ". And then, battle of the bitches begins.

When the gore is finally over, no doubt ended by ether side stalking off in opposite directions from one another, the familys fume about it to the other families, and eventually the whole thing sparks off a war.

Or of cource, the Pilgrimi could have just been really pissed that they lost the first Thanksgiving football game. Whatever works.

Another thing. What is it with cooking holidays. For some reason, the United states and the Vatican decided to have Thanksgiving and Christmas at two diffrent times. If they had just clumped them both togther, then maybe our mothers would only have sudden "HOLY-SHIT-I-HAVNT-COOKED-ANYTHING-YET-AND-THANKSGIVING/CHRISTMAS-IS-IN-14-HOURS" once a year. I mean really. When my mom came down the stairs this morning at eight she was all sleepy smiles and "Im so happy to have u home from school for a while" and "want me to make you some eggs". But when i come up from running on the tredmill in the basement, it was "OMG, OMG, WHERE HAVE U BEEN, EVERYTHING NEEDS TO BE DONE! THE FOOD NEEDS TO BE HEATED UP (she pre-cooked this year), THE TABLE NEEDS TO BE SET! THE WINDOWS NEED TO BE SPOTLESSLY CLEANED! THE BATHROOMS NEE- MOTHER OF GOD!ARE YOU RELAXING!!!???!"</font>

But I don't blame her for it. It's just one of her little things that would make the holidaies incomplete if it didt happen. So, whatever. I'll deal with it

And that is the end of my thanksgiving explanation. Thank you for actually reading it, its preeeeety long.

Fun with online Quizes

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 14:33:17 GMT

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

American Cities That Best Fit You:
60% Washington, DC
55% Austin
50% Atlanta
50% New York City
50% San Francisco

Uh, can u believe it????!!!! They nailed my 1st choise (DC) as the place thats best 4 me! weeeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiirrrrrrrrrdddddddd. Although Boston isnt in there. Whatever.

Oh Oh, check this one out 2!!!

Your Personality Profile

You are dependable, popular, and observant. Deep and thoughtful, you are prone to moodiness. In fact, your emotions tend to influence everything you do. You are unique, creative, and expressive. You don't mind waving your freak flag every once and a while. And lucky for you, most people find your weird ways charming!

The World's Shortest Personality Test

The James, He has returned!

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 14:59:39 GMT

Okay, as many of you may have noticed, I've been offline for, oh say, 2 weeks now. Well the good news is, I'm back, and my computer is totally free of viruses.....or.....virusi???? whatever. Anyway, on to my life. So, since the last time I updated I turened 15!.........then again its not that big a deal, i feel no diffrent. Cept i got Sims 2 from peter and christine, so that was good and stuff. Cept now i owe them big.

So anyway, boys swimming- not gonna happen. I 'm busy as it is. So forget it. Student council is a lot more work than i thought, and this club thing has me working and crap and blah blah blah, point is i cant do everything.

Moving on. Stu, the president Stu, is pretty cool. He's a politcal freak 2 and he also is a right wing. SOOO, that good, we have some nice, bash the democrats, fun up in the hizzouse.

Okay, im bored, and hungry, im going to get food.

Guess which one you are

Sat, 15 Oct 2005 19:45:32 GMT

I'm gonna copy peter and write about the people without telling names. Soooo here goes:

1. Your so awsome. The first to read my writing, and correct my many spelling mistakes, and call me a comma whore to get my puncutation in check. I think your kick ass and i always want to be friends with you. Not to mention your extemely good habit of cheering me up all the time

2. Your definatly one of my best friends. I know i can tell you anything and condfide in you, without you telling anyone. I'm really glad we're friends, as sappy as that sounds, and i want to say thanks for being there.

3. Your the other best friend. And since im going to aviod the sappy statement with this peroson i will say, I totally dibsed that, as a representation as to how i like u as a friend. Its so kick ass getting the attention we get, unfortuantly thanks to the EHQ's leader (if u know what i mean) we dont have any time to get that same attention. thanks for not killing me yet.

4. You have to be the person i most look up to. Even though sometimes i find you extremly annoying and nosey, i still think you're the wizest peson i've met yet.

5. You definatly have tha ability to cheer me up and i think ur awsome for that. There is deffinatly no one i'd like to know more. Thanks for being there to always make me laugh and put me in my place when i make bad mettaphores. You're a great friend.

6. You have to be the kindest person i've ever been friends with. Your nice and polite and always have advice about relationships (which is very helpful). I wish you would be more careful with your relatioships tho. C u in school, your a great friend.

7. You have to be the most intersting of all (in a good way). Even though sometimes our ideas dont exactly agree, i still greatly value what you have to say. Your a really nice person, though you can have a wild side thats really funny! thanks for putting up with me and my being stupid, lol.

8. You are so fantastic. We share the same love of techo music (lol), and the same love of parents who are slightly opressive. You are a great person, and i'm glad we're friends.

9. What can i say about you? I guess we've known eachother for a wicked long time and never really been friends, even if we are now. I'm glad were friends. Your always there to talk to me about priavolocidocdjkdsfadfasd-whatever her name is. Cya in social studies!

10. Theres no way i could find a better person who can agree with me. Your incredible when it comes to sarcastic remarks and making me feel ashamed of myself. Thank god we both live in the same wing (if u know what i mean....SHIMMY TO THE RIGHTTTT). Your a great friend!

11. I've only really gotten to know you this year. I've hung out with you before but not so much as i do now. I think your very wize, and you have a good deal of helpful information. I might look like ur boyfriend, and act stupid and loud a lot of the time, but for such a mature person, thanks for putting up with me. Your kick ass.

12. Oh boy, how do i write about you. First off, thats a compliment, im just not sure what to say, lol! I think your always there to laugh at my jokes and tell me when if they suck or not. You're a really great friend becaus when i get wrapped up in something your always there waiting to help me. Oh, and you take my quiet gloating of my science grades very well. Thanks for being there.

13. Your the people I've met in the class above me! I get your names confused all the time, sry bout that lol! and i really like the way you take it and forgive me for forgetting. All four of your names, even though i have them down now i guess, lol! thanks for being there, all u guys are great friends!

14. You are so funny it makes me like, damage my spleen because i laugh to much. Ur a great swimmer and ur a very nice person and im glad i got to know you. Peace out.

15. Dude, your gut busting funny! haha! i can't believe its been like a year sine we've seen eachother. We need to hang somtime. Peace out man.

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 18:53:33 GMT

Hey there. I don't wanna do homework now so i decided to write in my liejournal, interesting no? Anyway, i guess I'm not feeling great right around now just because there's school tomorow and i really dont wanna go back to get more work. U know what, I really hate those weekends where you're the only one that dosn't have a crap load of homework and the rest of your friends do. Whatever.

Last Night I went over Peter's house and did saw Becky cause shes home from NYU and i met her friend Anna, who is amazing by the way, and we hung out and stuff. It was fun. On the same collage note, It has been decied that for my birthday i will not be going to NYC (bummer), but Instead I will be spending the Staruday before that in Bonston, con mis amigos. And i thought, oh Boston, Hardvard, He packed the cah in Havad Yad. So yeah, that'll be fun.

Moving on, nothin is really going on. You know, October is my mostest favorite month because nothing really happenes in it, not untill the end at least (my Birthday and Halloween) (Both of wich are on school nights this year, whoop-de-do). But, continuing on the subject of my Birthday, I'm turning 15 right, so then i remember that next year is my 16th birthday. Which freaks me out because i'll be able to drive and that seemed like a longer way away. Also, I assume that my parents will let me pull a Lauren and have a huge party here. So we'll clear out the basment and hook up the speaker and all that crap. It'll be great.

Okay, I'm hungry and the livejournal is boreing me, so I'm gonna go eat in front of the TV.

Friends are great

Tue, 04 Oct 2005 22:55:44 GMT

Monday night and today were awsome. First i got to visit my sims and learned that i only have two pinky fingers over at TC's. Then today i woke up late, like, late late (10:00, is really late for me), and went to.....-sigh-....the mall with Emily, Ben, Cody, Cindy, Peter, and Emma and I just looked at stuff the whole time. Even though, in Spencer's Gifts they had the really good Family Guy poster where peter is saying "lets go drink till we can't feel feelings anyome", but i couldnt get it cause Mom wouldn't like it.

After the natick mall we (minus Cody) went back to Emma's and hung out. Then we came to my house. Anndddd now we have some coplaining to do.

Mom said to have Peter and Emily out by like 5:30, but they were here till like 6:30. I know its an hour extra but we wern't doing anything else. Sometimes, i swear treats me like shuch a kid, "you have to leave now cause James has to have a nappy-pie".....makes me not happy.

But anywayyyyyyyy. nothin else is really goin on. so im gonna go run now and do some sit ups for swim team.

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End O the World just dont get old

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 14:20:16 GMT

'Hoka, so, heres the morning, chilling. Damn, that's a sweet morning you might say...WWWWWRRRONG! I slept like baby, meaning that i woke up every two hours, hungry, thursty, and ready to hump a tree (haha, oh man that show rocks pete). So basically i have to make this a short entry cause i need to take a shower and get to the Harvest fair. But i wanted to update my livejornal so i could do something with my boredness.

I was watchin CSI last night, and i swear to god, the next episode they better kill one of the main characters. The way they're all like joking and best friends around the dead people is making me sick. U GUYS, THERES A DEAD BODY ON THE TABLE, STOP TALKING ABOUT UR FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE!!!!

On that dark note, im going to leave u and go take a shower. But before i go, " and then France is like, Shit guyyys ze missiles, they are cummming, fire our shit. But I am le tired!...... well have a nap, THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES!!!!"

Jess's New Hair

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 00:32:58 GMT

Okay, so here we are, two days into me being on student council and nothing's happening much yet. I didn't get Vice President but thats okay, cause Lauren and her friends shuffled through the ballots and made sure they were valid and crap liek that, and they said they couldnt keep track because they had known who won all the races except for the Vice President race because the ballots were like, "james, max, james,max, max, james, james, james, max" and it went on. Point is i felt like i was pretty popular and that was a good feeling i guess. Whatever, that sounded conceded.

So i was sitting next to Stu at the Politcal Club meeting today and he was acting weird, every time i would turn my head away he would look at me then when i would turn my head he would look away, kinda like he was nervous. Whatever, he's president why shouldnt he be, all im sayin is, hes a tinnnnny bit sketchy. But thats okay because put him up against Lauren's friend Jake Fably (he's pres of the Political Club) he looks like hes an angel. I mean, lauren told me Jake was a little stoney by man does he act it.

I saw Naomi, another one of Lauren's friends (shes also on swimmteam) and she had some very interesting stuff to talk to me about. Now, according to Naomi, when i showed up to the last home swimm meet everyone was all, "oh he has a girlfriend on the team". Of cource they would assume that me and christine are going out (which is sick, just sick), but they might have been talking about Becca (even though she's an ex), so got a little confusion there. (as 4 u TC all i have to say is....da dup.......da dup, da dup........)

Okay, and I've decided that English is my favorite class becasue there are so many people in it that are fun and stuff in it. So its a good class.

before i go, JESS UR HAIR IS AMAZING AND UR AWSOME!!!!!and i dont think I've told enough of the softmore(spelled wrong, i dont really care) girls how much they rock. L8tly I've been all, "oh the seniors pay attention to me", well I'm here to let u softmores know that ur upperclassmen to! and i get just as many copliments about being a pimp when i hanging out with u instead of talking to the seniors!

I told u so

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 23:07:42 GMT

Well, ladies, gents and peter we have another problem on our hands. Hurricane Rita, the new tropical storm some of u might have heard of is headed straight for the small Island of Galvenport, Texas. This morning Rita was a whimpy level 2, but just tonight it suddenly shifted to a catagory 5. The sceond fiver to hit the gulf coast in a month.

Luckilly Galvenport has a Republican Mayor and a Republican govenor (its in Texas, duh) and even as we speak there is only a total of nine patients (to sick to move) still in the hospitals in Gavlenport. The sick went frist then the elderly and there is now a tuourant of cars fliling at a relitively quick pace out of the one bridge that connects Galvenport to the mainland. The universety of Texas simulated what would happen to Galvenport if a fiver hit, and its going to be underwater, literally another New Orleans. Thankfully, the city's ground is above sea level, so the water will drain quickly, but the issue still remains that the Island will be covered. Thankfully Galvenport is practically empty even now before the skies are greyish.

Notice, if u will, Republcan Mayor, Republican Govenor. Its no lesson learning. The poverty Galvenport had were transported out with the 200 some odd, STATE CONTROLED school busses. The STATE TROOPERS are the ones that helped the elderly get evacuated and are still sweeping neiborhoods for people. Every nook and cranny of responcibily was taken by the STATE.

Now some of you may have read my dear friend Jane's comment on my second to last journal. And, not to controdict your way of thinking Jane, but it is most definatly within the states power to evacuate, unless that is New Orleans is the poorest of US cities (which we all know isnt true, think of the tourists). This shows us that it was not the Federal Govenrment's fault, so if anyone else (not saying this 2 u Jane) who wants to bull shit on how it was Bush's fault, then shut up. Our commander and cheif is doing a great job.

Short entry

Wed, 21 Sep 2005 00:48:05 GMT

lol. So i got a lot of comments on my last journal, both here and at school. SOOOOO on the same republican note, we were in english right and i guess Michalea annnnd Julia are repub too (" REPUB TO THE MAX!") so thats kick ass.

Moving on, mrs. wallwood e-mail back andrea that email that was awsome, if any of u want the said e-mail then u can reach me at alfonzo2009@yahoo.com, send me a message and ill send u the e-mail.

DISCLAIMER: warning, the contense of said e-mail are extremly republican, if you will get offended or, more appropriatly, embarrassed by pro-republican comments then do not send me a message. (All credit for this article goes to JamesAndrea E-mail Co. " you've got truth!")

So yeah, short entry, ill talk to yall l8r.

(thats right i used yall and im not ashamed)

Sticking up for the Bush-man

Sat, 17 Sep 2005 14:33:29 GMT

Well'p nothins really happenin right now. Cept elections are coming up and all that grand shit. I have a crap load of hw to do cause social studies is stupid. My caring level to how Islam spread through eastern aisa is just about equivialnt to how much i care about Hillary Clinton. I herd she got that penis removed too. So i guess that makes her a woman now.

My english teacher's an idot, she was going off on the govenrmnent in english right, and i just kept my mouth shut becasue that was english and not soical studies. But to point out her flaws, she first says that the Bush administration is sketchy casue they're not keeping records of what they're doing (I'm not even gonna go into why that is, if u cant figure it out then go back to kindergarten u might learn a thing or 2), then she goes on to say that there is record of this memmo where Bush says that there are no WOMD in iraq. Heres some advice, Liberal Media, dont tell us that the bush'es aren't keeping records, then find just the one paper that seemed to have been written by the Bush'es (yeah right, can i know the details of this paper and exactly which reporter thought it up) . If you notice a memo like that would probably #1 not be a memo, and #2 kept pretty confidential. This just shows us that the memo thing is just a big lie to make the Bush'es look worse.

Also, Bush isnt helping his rep. by taking respocibility for Katrina. Any idot should understand whats going on here, but just incase the media is confusing u, ill spell it out. This is how our gov. works, the mayors report to govenors, who work in cooperation with the feds. The state gov. and the federal gov. are two seprate govenrments. Now, if any of you were paying close attention to the news, u would have seen the small underemfasized report that said (this was before Katrina hit) that Bush offered the federal gov.s help in preparing for Katrina. But the Mayor of New Orleans is liberal, and so is the govenor of Louisiana, and once you hand things over to the feds. not only are u not takin credit for the saving of people, but u also aren't making Bush look bad (and of cource to be concidered a liberal that seems to be the hazing, no matter how many people u trap in a flooded city). So naturally the Libs said dont take the help. And the way this country works is to not give the feds. to much power, so if the state says, "leave us alone, we can (gamble) take care (gamble) of ourselfs (are you gambling with the peoples lives yet!?)", the federal governemnt can't override and say no.

SOOOOOO, someone in Washington probably got their feathers ruffled because they couldnt get those people out of the city. Or have helicopters waiting after the storm. So the feds. didnt prepare and decided to let the Libs and state take all the blame because they said they could handle it.

Even if we (the feds.) had helicopters on hand right after the storm, there would be no way to reach New Orelans for eight or nine hours, cause you got a dying hurrricane blocking u on one side and the sea on the other. Even when Katrina dissapeared, nobody would have been able to get into the city becasue there was no way in on foot for days. When roads were vistable under 2 feet of water, the water had been so highly toxicated it was dangerous to travle through it.

So, Mr. Presidnet, next time the federal govenment takes the Liberal States word that they have control of the matter, lets not get our feathers too ruffled, becasue they are just democrats they don't know any better.

DISCLAIMER: this entry was focous on criticizing the democratic party and not the friends of the indivdual who wrote this entry. sideffects may include hatred of John Kerry, Ted Kennidy, Hillary/Bill Clinton, and donkeys, or as we like to call em, asses. If extreme hatred continues to occour stop reading the article immidiatly becasue it will only make the hate worse. All credit of this entry goes to the James&Bob truth LLC.

Why my sibilings and Maine are pains

Sat, 10 Sep 2005 02:55:52 GMT

Well, everybody, I'm in the running for Vice President. If you think I can win against Max Z. then leave an encouraging comment.

Thats enough of that crap. I think hate being grounded. All my friends are at Ben's or Emma's im not sure, and here i am stuck at home with so much of nothing on that I'm reduced to watching my life as a teenage robot. That show isnt as bad as My Dad is a rockstar but it still sucks more than Michael Jackson on Kids day at Neverland. So, I've got some interesting stuff to share, first off-no i was lieing but passing the time none the less.

Being grounded sucks, and what sucks even more is that now i have a social life. As opposed to like, i dunno say 3 years ago when my social life included a TV and my couch, If i had been grounded then, who cares. But no, i got the TV taken away and thusly hated it. But now i can survive without TV. It's really weird, now that i can have all of what I wanted, i don't want it anymore. Theres probably a moral in there somewhere but unless you're Mr. Rogers ur not gonna find it. In any case I dont care that much. I'll probably wind up calling Peter or Christine later tonight to ease my lonlyness.

Nana and Gramps are coming up Sunday and Monday to take care of Mike and I (+ Lauren for sunday night and monday) while Mom and Dad have some alone time in Maine. By alone time, I mean time to look at houses for sale becasue when the family is driving around all three of us kids flatly refuse to go because what started as "We'll just do a drive through to see whats avalable", will inevitably turn into, "quick someone find a peice of paper and a pen so we can get that info!" because it seems that the phone number + realitor name is only going to stay on the "for sale" sign for 30 seconds, causing a frantic searching of the car which makes you shift all the homework you've been doing on the whole trafic-jammed ride up, onto your whiney little brothers lap, while trying to calm the situation down by asking him "will you hold this for a sec?". Which in turn causes the little brother to whine louder, the parents to get more pissed, and the homework to become more of a phisical pain in the ass than a mental pain in the ass. Then the parents are asking for an explanation as to why you "hit" your brother with your homework, because according to him you deffinatly hit him with it, thereby giving a lagitimate purpose to Homework, which we all know is like trying to give a purpose to the male nipple. And suddenly, your Dad has had enough and says if you both dont shut up then he'll take our cell phones away. So you sit tight for another frantic search of the car because "I can't read the sign from here, lemme find my glasses." Then when the eliusive eyewear is finally found, it's, "damnit these are my reading glasses, i left the other ones in my bag." The said bag being, of cource, under the Boys suitcase, Lauren's total three bags (one purse, one beachbag, and one bag that seems like it could hold rosie-o-donnald), Dad's tool kit + extra tools (piled dangerously high in a plastic crate), a bag full of snacks, my (yes I'm at fault too) boombox, and to top it all off Mike's power converter, that is strapping the whole lot down by plugging its one end into the cigarett lighter behind all the luggage, and the other end into the PS2 screen. So, my parents decide it's so much easier to just get out of the car and look at the sign. Once you get a parking spot (right outside someones house, causing random looks out the widow of the house by its occupants) , your parents depart, telling you to be good. And so the middle child keeps his mouth shut (dispite the two phrases of "you jerk," and "yeah James ur such a jerk" that had just floated, quite audibly, past your ear) so that the parents don't have to do more yelling and the peace is kept till they decide to detach themselfs from the pleasant owner of the house, who had caught them standing in front of their sign and thought that your parnets could use a howdy hello, please give me your life story in no less than 1000 words, and rejoin the joyous affair of dirty silence that now fills the car. Mistaking this gas of heavily laden spite as the phenomena "peace and quiet" the parents bore the tension out of the air with two more house stops and one detour due to traffic. And so, it is easier on all of us if he kids just don't go on house hunting trips, causing less of a hastle for the peice of paper and pen, less of a hastle for the reading glasses, less luggage so you can get to you "other" glasses quickly, not having to get out of the car, thusly avoiding the realitor-esque owner of the home, and moving on to the next house for sale. This will free up your time conciderably, and leave more time to go back to the male nipple problem.

Now don't get me wrong. I really do love my family and i wouldn't trade them for anything, but they can sometimes be a handfull which is why I'm usually the one who gives in and shuts up to keep the peace. This is why I'm so excited to have Nana up again because she and I relate on a huge level. Nana is the middle child of 5 kids, and understands the peacemaking trait of the middle child and how sometimes we are unintentionally taken advantage of because parents and friends and siblilings can say whatever they want and do whatever they want to you because they know that you can't be mad forever, and will get over it and innerly forgive whatever their actions are. And that is why I have been friends with people one day, and the next, not so much, because they chose to take advantage of me on a day when i really dont feel like taking crap (and if you don't know who I'm talking about then you clearly we'rnt in 8th grade with me cause you would have heard about the friend I'm talking about) But friends like Peter and Christine don't give me as much (serious) crap as some people did. So they get the "family" status which will automatically get them forgiveness within a 3 day period, for almost anything they do.

-wipes forhead-

*phew*, man u get me goin on whats wrong and i find i can really put my finger on it. lol. now that i got it out I feel a lot better so yeah, it's kinda like an online guidance counciler, which would render regualr guidance councliers the appitimy of male nipples.

Untill next time, you stay classy internet

Feeling down

Fri, 09 Sep 2005 02:10:21 GMT

Cards on the table. I'm feeling sort of down, first of all. This whole club thing, I'm all over it, but it's making me think about the future and when Lauren's going to leave for collage and stuff. Hopefully she'll get into Harvard because i really don't want her to move far away. I wannea be able to like, drive in to see her and stuff. I also don't think I'm going to have a really great second term. Maybe I'm just looking at the half empty glass, but I really am goning to miss Lauren a lot. A real lot.

Also, dispite my best efforts I still can't get the girls I happen to like to like me back. Or at least find make an effort to tell me they like me. I mean, English class is a huge oppourtunity, and i feel like its not working out for me. But on a lighter note it is only the second week of school, so maybe I'll give it some time. I suppose that I feel kinda what Peter's goin through, cept his is much worse as he only had 10% of the population to chose from. Even though my bet is that, the precentage is rising becasue of the gay marrage laws.

On to election things. I hear Stu is running for president. This is a good thing becasue not only is he not running against me, he's also wicked smart (meaning I heard hes a republican). So he's got my vote.

Thats about it for tonight. See u someother time

Update: James 9-7-05

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 01:46:16 GMT

Hey u guys. Back to check on my life? Well I'm fine, and urselfs? Oh really?! Well I'm glad to hear that.

Anyway, on to me. So I'm going to run for student council right, and its gonna be great the admisinstration will be all impressed cause im folowing in my sisters footsteps and all that other crap. Can you beleive that every single administration person that is on first name terms with Lauren has had their first words to me be "wow you've got some big footstep to folow in!" Thats right buddy, and i indend to fill those and then some, so that when my dear little brother gets to the old High School the teachers will realize just how little his feet are (that sounds cruel, but i meant it'll make me look good).

Also, recently many of you might have heard me talking about leaving honors social studies. Well after long concideration I have decided to stay in honors. Why, you might ask? Well its all quite simple really; The second term of the year freshmen have no study and gym instead, so the things stoping me from taking acc. social studies was the fact that i know with 4 acc. cources I will have quite a bunch of finals to study for, and the homework to boot. And if i don't get on student council then I'll still have a club to learn to preseident because Lauren will be leaving in May. This tells me to steer the hell away from more responcibility. And there, my friends, you have my theory of to-much-work-ativity.

-bows- -applause-

Thank you, Thank you. On to the next suject, Boy's Swimming. Where to begin. Lets start with the basics. I'm thinkin of doing it so it looks good for collage (having a sister that is going through this whole "collage shopping" crap is a very good example of what i should and shouldn't do, and starting early is on the "Should" list), and because I've never really done school sports before and there's a first time for everything. Plus when i was chunky and on swim team in the summers like, oh say 3, 4 years ago, i was fast. Not totally skilled in the strokes, but fast at the ones i mastered. I talked to Haas about it and he said that boys don't shave their legs for the cometitions, so im going for it. All i have to get around is the jammers/speedos. Do u know why they're called "Jammers"? Its because they jam all the things up into... u get the idea im sure, kinda like the effect a slipin slide has on a normal bathingsuit. Also I'll give a shout out to Annie Hooper. She was extremly helpful asking her friend (his last name is boder, and his kick ass sn is OneBigBoder.classsssy) to explain to me that only the weird, really-into-swimming guys shave their legs.

Letsee anything else. Not really. OH YEAH! I love having Lauren's senior friends talk to me in the halls and at lunch ans stuff. It kicks ass.

Hey, uh leave a comment if u read this cause i like to know who reads my stuff. And u know what sucks, my stalker-fearing parents have forbidden me myspace, and that just sucks cause i cant meet any other people online except for this livejournal. So pass it along if u want. Whatever.

Untill next entry, this is James for Chanel 7 news, you stay classy internet.

What you should know about us Repubs

Mon, 05 Sep 2005 14:27:21 GMT

Okay, so I just got back from Maine. It want that bad, i actually enjoyed it beleve it or not.
On to my life in general, last night when i got back i started goin through Peters livejournal and myspace cause its boring on IM at 11:00 at night. So i click on his friend in his myspace his name was Phil, and Phil was talkin stuff bout the Bush White House and Republicans and Gay Rights and stuff, and it made me think, "Hmmmmmmmmmm it seems like lots of people hate Republicans, perhaps i should write about it"
So here you are ladies, Gentelmenm, and Pete, I give u the Republican FAQ!!!:

Q: What do black babies taste like?
A: We don't eat African American babies, actually.

Q: Are you Pro Choise?

A: Actually i am, there are a number of republians who are in fact.

Q:Are you Pro Gay Marriage?

A: Why yes, yes i am, "Land of the free" and all that awsome stuff

So there u have it folks, the reasons that republicans (or me) are not all bad. And for those of u who dont know, my best friend is gay (starrring at pete), so for my sake please don't talk down bout us Right wings. We might be.......living in the...Right..Wing?????...................BUT THAT IS NO REASON TO TREAT US LIKE WE AREN'T PEOPLE!-fake-actress-getting-an-Oscar sob-

Yeah, there it is. lol. So read that Phil and take in if I am a bad person or not. Talk to me sometime, we'll do lunch, or an IM session. I'll penicl u in next to my very real, not imagianry, totally actuall date with Jenifer Aniston.

Off to frolic (that word kicks so much ass, it kicks almost as much ass as Fustigate) with my homework

New Orleans

Thu, 01 Sep 2005 23:56:02 GMT

Okay, thrid day of high school. Things are beinging to kick-ass. Today there was a fire drill and i just ran into some of Lauren's firends (they're senior girls) and got to walk back with them and some people were lookin at me like I was the shizzzzz. It was awsome! Oh and who can forget the girl who had to call her mom to bring her a change of clothes cause she dressed up all for me, Jess Luce u rock. She came into Spanish class during her studie with some hot clothes on, and gave me a big hug! It was so awsome, i swear to god i love upperclassmen girls.
On to another subject, on Friday we go back down to Maine, isnt that lovely? for two freakin nights till sunday afternoon. I'm thinkin i might do my still life sketch for art while I'm there, so it wont be a total loss. ANNNNND nanna and gramps will be coming up with us so that should be cool.
I just saw the news tonight and it really made me feel bad. It was an hour in New Orleans special and it was horrible. The showed all the people trying to stay above water near the superdome which is near colaspse. And then they showed how many old people were left in the city and there was one that was dead on the sidewalk holding a note to her family. It was sickening. Then they went to this local woman whos house had been destroyed and she was living in a hotel maids apartment with two tourists from scotland and the woman scotti was sooobing for home, and i was like, holy crap what if i was stuck in Maine like that except the Maine of like Africa??? it would suck.
Wellll, im gonnna wrap it up for now. Ask ur parents to give $ to the American Red Cross, it really needs to get those people in New Orleans out.

"So I can get back on my slegh again"

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 15:46:33 GMT

Okay, I have good news. You know back in my first entry? how i was all, i cant write anyomore. Well, it just so happens that i got a just wrote a page and a half on one of the stories and guess what. It kicks ass. no joke.
This entry is short due to request (so now u have more time to do summer reading) (you know who you are) (yes you)

HURRA FOR HOME.......oh yeah and Pete's b-day

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 00:46:48 GMT

Okay so, I'm back from Maine. To be honest it wasn't as bad as i made it out to be. Don't get me wrong, it sucked like that brand new swifer vacume thingy that i saw on the infomertial at 3 in the morning, can you believe that thing sucked the laces out of a boot!!!! I KNOW!!! I was literally looking for my dad's credit card. All I'm saying is that it wasn't that bad.
Oh, annnnd i broke my arm. Okay, technechly its a fracture right below the writs on my left radious (can you say human-bone-sturcutre review, as you can probably guess i was in heaven) but its a deep fracture, so i have a cast and blah blah blah milarky.
Today is Peter's birthday, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER!! It's really weird, no matter how much that kid insults me he's still my best friend. I mean god, i understand that you're jealous of my fabulous good looks, my unlimitate skill with the laides, and my amazing ability to eat yogurt through my belly-button, but i mean jeezzzz. ( for those of you who don't know I'm jking)
Speaking of belly-buttons, i got a wicked sun-burn at the beach in Maine (cause basically when you're up there it's lie on the beach, or go hunt mooses for your next meal) (also jking) and the bad news is that it kills like OJ Simpson (okay, cummon we all know he did it), but the good news is that when it wears off my stomach will no longer be the color of paper, or snow, or whiteout, or merangue on the lemmon merangue pie at the Maine Diner (soooooooooooooo flipin good), or the whites of you'r eyeballs, or....other things that are white. You get the idea.
You know what else, it was the weirdest thing, me and Mike didn't burn down the whole house with that arguement when we got hold of those flamethrowers. Okay so we had to buy 2 new cars, the oil explosion wasnt that big. Heck i bet mom's car could have gotten at least 5 more miles, at least. But seriously, it was more me and Lauren that had fights than me and Mike did. So as you can imagine it wasn't that bad.
So thats it for this entry, im slightly tired and i have to go wrap Peter's gift. Till next time.

Not happy, not happy one bit

Sat, 13 Aug 2005 17:06:34 GMT

Tahitis (i dont care if i spelled it wrong) was awsome last night. I finished that dumb "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the, blah blah blah who really cares" book today. Okay I'll give it this, it does have a good message and i will say that it wasnt as bad as i thought it would be, but I mean, apart from that it was a pretty crappy book. I think it gave a whole new insight on how Autistic kids think, but thats just about it. Whats worse is that we'll have a test on it (proably) in september or sooner. And to be honest i think its somwhat a dumb concept because the story isnt based in fact. I mean, this guy wasnt really autistic and probably used most of the guess-work, patchy, and incomplete, data that science has on the autistic mind. So it seems kinda pointless to have a test about it. Now if you wanna talk quality litarature, crack open a classic like the Portrait of Dorian Grey and then you can fire as many questions at me as you like, at least i'll be learning concrete fact (about phycology i guess). And if not that, then at least choose a book thats interesting instead of leaving us hanging inbetween chapters about how bad this kid has "happy" dreams of everyone catching a virus and dying of starvation.
For those of you who know me well, you have probably heard this before and are saying to yourself's "He is such a knerd" but whatever.
Sooooooooooo, I'm leaving tomorow for the house that is nothing but a coupla walls and a roof, that stands alone amongst the tourist filled Kennebunk Beach area. I heard Lauren and Mom talking about it in the family room while I was in the living room (for those of you who dont know, the rooms are right next to eachother) and Mom was all like, "oh me and the boys are leaving tomorow" And Lauren said "oh i didnt know that" so then mom lowers her voice to aparently be ineffective from keeping me hearing and says "James wants to stay here and come up with you 2" and Lauren says nice and loud, "He better go with u!" Thnx so much Lauren, you know, she always sticks up for Mike whenever i try to defend myself and just tell him to shut up, where as he can basically curse me to the bowls of hell and Lauren will be like, "well you provoked him by telling him to shut up". Yeah, good, cause i guess you totally missed the little montage about how I'm stupid and selfish and fat (and he totally means that, its not like a peter thing, where he says it but donsnt mean it) just because i didnt help him carry the 3 six pack's of those minni Poland Springs waters up the stair from the basement when I had to carry them up every night before rehersal, for those of you who know what I'm talking about, they're not that heavy. You dont really need help, unless all that bragging about how "I'mmm sooooo much stronger than you" the other day was complete bull crap (which I'm sure it was, I'm just maiking a point).
Cource thats not to say that Lauren can't see that he's an asshole, she's probably just as aware of it as I am It's just that she's to proud to admit that my conduct twords Mike is totally called for. Like the other day in the on the way to rehersal, Lauren was complaining about Mike's (nonexistant) manners. So I can tell that sometimes she realises he's difficult.
Oh, and another thing, we were feeding the Coffman's Gecco the other day and Mike just decides to go and leave me with all the mess and work and cleaning up to do after he just played with the stupid thing. I told him to come back and help me out buuuut nooooooooooo, he does what he wants no matter what people tell him. lemme tell ya, I can't wait to see what happens when he gets in Mis. Goodmans class this year. Oh, it's going to be 5th grade all over again, and despite the fact that Mrs. Goodman is an excelent teacher my parents (i gaurentee you) will take up the defence that Mike is a good child who wouldn't hurt a fly and does all his work and all that high and mighty bs that (probably Lauren and) I know isnt true.
Well, I could go on about Mike forever but I'm gonna wrap it up cause I'm really ready to just go back to bed and hope to God that Mom forgets to pack me in the car along with the brat and the rest of the crap that that house in Maine needs.