Movies on my iTunes Rental list

Boldfaced means I have not seen the movie...
12 Angry Men
2001 A Space Odyssey
All Dogs Go To Heaven
American Teen
An American Carol
Army of Darkness
Ben Hur
Blade Runner (Final Cut)
Boys Don't Cry
Capote
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Color Me Kubrick
Double Take
Dr. Strangelove
Dragonheart
Everything is Illuminated
Expelled (No Intelligence Allowed)
Fern Gully
Fools Rush In
Goodnight and Good Luck
Hard Candy
Hearts In Atlantis
Hotel Rwanda
Idiocracy
Joe Somebody
K-PAX
Little Miss Sunshine
October Sky
Pleasantville
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Saved!
Shattered Glass
Suddenly, Last Summer
The Crucible
The Fox and the Hound
The Great Gatsby
The Importance of Being Earnest
The Iron Giant
The Pelican Brief
Tommy Boy
Twilight Zone
Wakko's Wish

Random thoughts for the day

10:25: Right. Let's just get through today, then wake up and get through tomorrow. Then Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, in that order.

10:28 That was funny. Why do I always make those quips?

10:33 I need more oatmeal squares. Juice would be good, too.

10:35 I think I'll write all of these down. Oh, I also need to do laundry.

10:38 Grocery shopping an acceptable way to spend the morning? Why not?

10:39 Blue playlist. Yay, melancholy.

10:43 I should clear out my Yahoo list. I know all the lyrics to "Hallelujah."

10:46 A firetruck just drove by. There must be something serious going down, there was also a cop car in the Village lot.

10:53 I sing "My Sundown" too often or the lyrics to be true anymore when I say "I'm gonna be so much more than they."

10:57 I kept him on my list. What's that saying? Sometimes the hardest thing and the right thing are the same. Funny... He was the one to tell me that. Alright... Bye, TJ.

11:02 Is there really nobody here like me? Who just wants a place to rest his head?

11:03 Right. Groceries.

11:11 I wish that he DOESN'T talk to me today.

11:14 Moderate downpour, not good for groceries.

11:33 I haven't ended a year on a high note since junior year of high school.

12:07 Hanging out with friends brings out this strange, post-sadness laughing. About just ridiculous things.

12:20 There's that sickness in my stomach. I should get moving.

12:41 Still in my friends' room. I should go now though.

12:44 Bad rain today. It smells like a lake now.

12:53 I keep using Omegle as if it's ever fulfilling. I keep doing a lot of things as if they're fulfilling...

12:56 I can't cry. Why not?
I should move again

12:59 I'm reminded of when I asked for a video game after my sister got back from New Mexico.

1:02 I really should go to a counselor.

1:06 I could write a short story.

1:13 My wallet always feels unnaturally thin.

1:16 I still need to do laundry and go shopping.

1:20 Just experienced my first city curb splash. It felt appropriate.

1:22 Maybe I should consider grad school in NYC

1:33 Got a weird look from two people in class as I sat down.

1:39 I can't remember what it was like when facebook was social.

1:40 God, I've only been here seven minutes.

1:49 What do I do about this other than just wait for it to go away?

1:49 I'd try my yellow list, but... I just don't feel ready for that yet.

1:54 I just want to lay down on a couch that isn't mine.

2:02 Damn.

2:12 A friend: "What are you doing? Are you still wandering?" Me: "Basically."

2:21 Found a couch. This will be a very unproductive time.

6:06 I ended up hanging out with friends for the past three and a half hours, but now that I'm back in my room... I feel just as down as before.

6:39 Yeah. I'm way down.

My afternoon...

I walked all that blue line. It was a rather interesting journey, involving myself getting soaked halfway through and then dried again after the rain stopped. I also gave a homeless guy the one penny I had in my wallet (I'm not joking, I had a single penny and no other cash), I walked through a two-block commercial area and discovered a couple of interesting cafés there, and I stopped at an Arby's on the highway and got lunch (I didn't say I didn't have a debit card).

The one thing I can say with any definite conviction is that you really see the world differently at three miles an hour than you do at thirty.

Meiner Tag

Hallo, Blog. Mein Tag beginnt mit mich früh wachen. Ich habe so-lala
diesen Tagen geschlafen, aber ich kann nicht warum sagen. Ich kann
nicht so viel auch essen. Vielleicht bin ich krank? Ich weiß nicht.

Ich habe nach Literaturklass gegangen. Wir sind das Buch ,,Fun Home"
lesen. Es ist sehr gut! Aber es ist bisschen düster, und ich
befürchte, dass meine Familie ist zu ähnlich die Familie in dem
Buch. Ich fühle mich, dass das Buch kann über mein Leben sein, und
was das sagt für meine Bindungen mit meine Familie... Es ist traurig.

Nach Literatur, hättet ich nur 30 Minuten zu essen. Ich habe einen
Burrito gegessen, weil es kocht sehr schnell und ist sehr lecker.
Dann habe ich meines Praktikum für Geologie. Das ist so langweilig!
Aber dieses war das letzte Prakrikum für der ganze Jahr. Deswegen war
ich sehr sehr glücklich.

Habe ich seit 4.30 mein Freund Adrian für Kaffee angetroffen. Wir
haben an viele Dingen gesprochen, und es hat mich gefreuen. Wir
spazieren nach Walgreens, und haben Anteile für eine Grillparty
gekauft.

Die Grillparty war die lezte Versammlung für QSA. Wir alle haben
Hotdogs gegessen, und es war eine gute Ende zu dem Tag.

Meine Tagen sind auf spät kleine sporadisch, aber wenn ich an der Gut
denke, habe ich sehr besser Zeit.

From the desk of Omegle

Stranger: HELLO
You: Hi there.
Stranger: how yoy doin?
You: I'm doing good.
Stranger: IM ALSO GREAT
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You: A little flummoxed.
Stranger: hmm, im american and im not quite sure what that means, haha
You: Confused.
Stranger: oh okay
Stranger: what are you confused about?
You: This whole website.
Stranger: haha, yeah it is quite a trip
Stranger: get used to a buncha 'hi's, and a/s/l' followed by a disconnect
You: Definitely.
You: It's like an expedited Craigslist, only you can't select the city.
Stranger: precisely
Stranger: its odd, depending on the type of day theres different types of people. sometimes its always finnish people
Stranger: other times its china
You: Hmm...
Stranger: time*
You: I talked with a few Chinese guys the first time I got on here.
Stranger: splendid
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: ಠ_ಠ
Stranger: asl
You: 21, Male, Nebraska.
Stranger: nice
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: what are you up to tonight?
You: Eating breakfast.
Stranger: morning there? where are you from?
You: Nebraska.
You: When I said breakfast, I meant breakfast foods.
Stranger: gotcha
Stranger: i'm eating pizza
Stranger: unfortunatrly
You: Pizza's unfortunate?
You: When did this happen?
You: I'ma smack a bitch for not telling me.
You: ∑:3
You: ^kitty
Stranger: how old are you?

Stranger: MMMMmmmmbop
You: Ahh, Hansen.
You: We were all so pure then.
Stranger: i heard they all died
Stranger: good riddance
You: That's a shame.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: ARGHHH ME MATEY
You: PIRATES!
You: I just wrote a blog about you guys.
Stranger: ARE YE MAN ENOUGH TO BOARD ME SHIP?!
You: Will I get to man the boom?
Stranger: DID YE? I HOPE ALL GOOD WORDS?
You: http://publicjournalno1.blogspot.com/2009/04/intriguing-note-that-laws-against.html
Stranger: I SHALL GIVE IT A LOOK SEE
Stranger: IF IT'S NOT UP TO ME STANDARD, ILL THROW YOU TO THE SHARKS
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: Helllllooooo
You: Heya.
Stranger: From?
You: Nebraska.
Stranger: Where's that xD
You: http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=Nebraska&sll=40.823871,-96.699707&sspn=0.009288,0.012853&ie=UTF8&ll=41.508577,-99.84375&spn=73.349617,105.292969&z=3&iwloc=A
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: I need to find Charlotte!
You: She went that way.
Stranger: thanks.. great help (y) :)
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: balls
You: Dr. Horrible.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: I like brazil
You: I like cake.
Stranger: i don't
You: You're missing out.
Stranger: damn.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: wait, this is blatently a con, can u do 2+2?
Stranger: or is it just sending auto messages
You: I'm totally aware that two and two make four.
You: Give me something tougher.
You: Like, exponents.
You: Parentheses.
You: Or don't.
You: I don't wanna do maths right now.
Stranger: :P
Stranger: good good
Stranger: how has ur day been?
You: Pretty mellow.
You: I did a good amount of reading.
You: And walking around.
Stranger: fag
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Stranger: asl ?
You: What is it with people calling you a fag when you say you walked around and read today?
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Stranger: hello there my lovely
You: Hiya.
You: Snookums.
Stranger: you rock my socks
You: Thank you.
You: I am pretty awesome.
Stranger: your indeedy welcome
Stranger: yes, my dear, you are
Stranger: So sweetcheeks, are you married ? :O
Stranger: i know that i love you, doesnt that count?
You: Not even in a relationship.
Stranger: awww, well, you are now ;)
Stranger: ily xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
You: You weren't in love with me, you were in love with the idea of me.
Stranger: whens the ceremony?
You: Tuesday
Stranger: i love you, i never wanna lose you babyy
You: Babby?
Stranger: you sex basket
Your conversational partner has disconnected.

Oh! Piracy. Why can't we seem to keep it together?

Intriguing note that laws against piracy are being drudged up this long after we thought it was just a hobby. I wonder how a fight would go down between Wali-i-Musi and some of the guys from Pirate Bay. I get the feeling the Somalian would win, but I've heard tales about Richard Stallman...

The coolest thing I've done in my life

I remembered this when I was writing my most recent poem... back in elementary school, there was a guy – we'll call him... Spencer Lamb – and Spencer came into my fourth-grade class in the middle of the year.

From the time I met him, Spencer was a complete jagoff. He took every opportunity to insult me, and was always perfectly careful not to say anything within earshot of authority. He didn't even have a reason to be such a jerk. He just decided he needed to insult somebody and that it was going to be me.

Spencer tried to be a class clown. He was fond of slapstick and physical humor. Like Tom Green, only ... well, Tom Green wasn't funny, so like Tom Green. At our middle school, there were full-size lockers. Spencer thought it would be funny to squeeze himself into one. Why, I don't know. But he was in the locker, and I was there to witness his self-stuffing.

Without even thinking, I walked up to the locker, closed the door... and walked off to class. It was four years' worth of revenge coming to manifest itself in one motion of my arm.

And it was badass.

Middle school

The first day of lab,
I sit in the front.
I say to myself it's so that I'm so much closer to the door,
But when the rest of the reluctants file in,
They all take the seats farther back,
And everyone's allocated to two-person tables,
But I sit alone at the front of the class.

Shrunk in my seat,
Reluctant to speak,
Hoping the teacher doesn't
Do anything to single me out.
Hey, let's get to know some personal facts .
Hey, let's start up front. "I caught a Snorlax."
OH GOD, did I just blurt out Pokémon?
And yes, my voice cracked
Llike a beaker
On the linoleum tile.

My impression shrinks further,
As eyes dutifully turn.
I give my attention to everyone cooler than me.
And that’s when I see him,
The one across the room.
Laid back and collected,
He glances at me.
His eyes spark like flint
And set my Bunsen burning.
OH GOD, don't let anyone see the flame.
Somebody will laugh
Someone always laughs.
I don’t need to be ousted
Any more than I am.

Just focus on my homework,
No need to make a spectacle
Don’t think about the pressure
He exerts within my... brain.
But I saw it, didn’t I?
The way his lips were curled,
Almost an invitation,
Why aren’t we closer?

When did these things complicate themselves?
When did the chemical reactions in my own body betray me?
I should know by now
How everyone sees me:
Most likely to succeed
If he's not stuffed in a locker and forgotten first.
The teachers say I'm interesting,
The students use another word.
red-shift and blue-shift, I guess.

The science teacher's done with her pet project
And now we've got nothing to do but
Talk until time's up,
Wait for the bell to
Usher us to our next reluctant filing.
I take quick glances at him,
Still on the other end of the room,
Between exchanges with other nerds
About Final Fantasy VII.

This is where I belong.
This posse of poindexters.
Shell myself, say I’m introverted,
Say school is my devotion
When really, I’m just afraid
To mix these chemicals,
To stir something up,
To cause a reaction.

That reminds me, the science fair is only nine months away.