yellow! [hello]

so, which of you want to touch my ooey-gooey center? this dry, cracked, cracker outer coating of a shell is only for protection. my best friends are porcupines, and they all have names: elmer the porcupine, fred the porcupine, and gellar the porcupine.

i'm lying. i don't know any porcupines.

x-men evolution is on right now. rogue has got some issues. sucking people's lifeforces, powers, and memories by touching people would really suck. multiple man is just a little kid in this show! it's pretty cool.

firefly was on last night. it's my favorite science fiction show, right now. i love the melding of the western and space themes, and the concept of terraforming/colonizing more than one planet, to form a system of planets with different enviorments and different planetary cultures of people. it's just so fucking dope. that cast is good, and i also like the camera work and direction that they're taking. i need to stay home every friday night, just so i can catch this program. john doe was also pretty interesting. it reminds me of the pretender, which was cancelled a few years back by NBC, those idiots. it takes place in seattle, and in last night's episode, they mentioned beacon hill. i was pretty giddy.

i woke up this morning, and it was raining outside. that meant that we had to plant trees in the rain! and we did. mustafa called me, wondering where i was. oh no, i wouldn't miss planting trees in DEAD HORSE CANYON, no, not ever.

after planting some trees and getting really dirty, i lifted some weights, and now i feel like a goob. i'm going to be a little sore today.

i need to take a shower.

all the movie theatres are apparently sold out of harry potter tickets, and i don't think i'm going to bowl with the cross country team tonight, because it seems that no one is going. what's a boy to do?

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sleep.

just came back from the cross country banquet. i won't highlight any of it for you. it was good, that's all i can say.

Mooooose2121: damn Conner is a queer

yes sir. yes he is.

anyway, i don't remember much from today. i took a nap when i got home, and forgot my whole life story in one sitting [lying? napping?]. i have mass homework to do now, and i'll probably end up doing none of it. somehow, i have to remedy this.

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS, tomorrow. yeehaw!

"i've had better days" is something i always say. i guess everyday could be better.

she has the gayest picture of me ever, on her binder.

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kim and i were talking during first period, and she said we're getting meaner, it seems. all i have to say about that is, the truth hurts, kid.

i had an interesting conversation with winmill during fifth period today, when he realized that you can't mule teenagers into reading a biology text for 100 minutes straight. we were talking about "the one superpower you'd want the most." to be honest, i've never really brought it down to one choice, nor do i select my favorite comic book heroes strictly based on their powers.

take wolverine, for example. he'd get fucked up in a battle to the death with superman; wolvie would break his adamantium claws on superman's skin. still, i like wolverine more than i do superman, mainly because wolverine is such a badass. it's also the vulnerabilities of the character that humanizes a good character, even with great power. wolverine doesn't remember shit about his past, which adds an aspect of mystery and intrigue in trying to understand his personality.

plus with that healing factor of his, he can smoke cartons of cigarettes, and never get lung, throat, or mouth cancer!

things i would do with certain superpowers:

flight this is one of my favorite powers. just imagine, soaring over city landscapes in the night sky, falling through the wind over country meadows, sitting on a mountain top, without the strain of climbing it. i wouldn't have to take the metro bus, or take the driver's test - A BOY CAN ONLY DREAM.

super strength i'd pick a lot more fights. 'nuff said.

invisibility A BOY CAN ONLY DREAM. heh.

energy manipulation i'd make a light show on the night sky, for all to see!

super speed i'd race ryan brown, for his shoes!

superior intellect i'd think of better things to do with my super powers, instead of the stupid shit i just listed.

in conclusion, i'd be the coolest superfucker ever. you may all think that you'd come up with better stuff to do with your superpowers, but in all seriousness, i know all of you guys would stray to the dark side and become supervillains! y'all can't handle the truth!

this is me, signing out. buh-bye!

Inspekta17: i dont really know first hand
Inspekta17: but from what i observe from afar, people be on some shit.
joseph guanlao: oh
joseph guanlao: what do you mean
Inspekta17: like just the type of shit they talk about.
Inspekta17: seems pointless and elementary.
Inspekta17: "we smoked, we drank, life sucks"

word.

i don't know where the fuck anyone is coming from, nowadays. there are somethings i would truly like to believe, like that i'm just a kid, or that the world will stop spinning just for me, but that's all wrong. i guess. i can't help but feel that, everyday, i am effortlessy distancing myself farther and farther away from the world, closer and closer to getting kicked in my face. i wait. i ponder. i brood. all i see is myself in the middle of a dim light, singled out from the darkness painted over my surroundings like thick black oil on a canvas.

what am i supposed to write. i feel like the whole world is waiting for me to say something. something, anything, and everything.

but there's nothing. today, i sat in the commons during break, with my face down on the table [my life, a constant game of heads up seven up], her hand running through my hair. i have a question, for myself mainly, but many are free to answer, though i'm sure you will all be wrong: if i tell myself i don't care about her, then at that moment, why did i feel empty when her hand left my weary head?

as much as i tell myself "no," i don't like her, in all honesty i do. and in all honesty, this weblog entry is beginning to ramble bitchingly, just like one out of http://yabasta.blogspot.com. eww.

i got a 1 on my essay in american studies. mr. day wrote on my paper that he will not stand for my "silliness," that it's "unacceptable," and i displayed " an utter lack of knowledge."

gee.

expect rey to talk about having sex with his fiancé when you see him after a weekend.

fire drills are fucking gay. i shared my umbrella with hannah during the second one, where it rained, and she was talking about how her and j.r. (jayar?) lit a cigarette near piper's office and set the alarm off. rain sucks!

I just stare at Ms. Hughes, for like 20 min. She wears Vicotoria Secret Panties. - rommel

rommel t. fernandez, that shit is nasty!

i thought i was going to have a breakdown last night, and the night before. i was watching boston public last night, and it ended on a very depressing note. harry senate has always been one of my favorite characters on the show, and it's awful to see him in that state. everwood is also great.

she's a temptress, a wolf[ess?], a SUCCUBUS. i'm getting my soul eaten, and i don't know what to do. weezer, help me!

had old country buffet for breakfast. went on a little run. been a dead head.

just came from hannah's. we ended up all being asses. what happened to the great big bang? our main source of amusement involved women's pads. some of those guys had 40's. i had a vanilla coke, and i also discovered the great taste of torengos, courtesy of jake parton. how can a tortilla chip taste so good?

hannah wouldn't let me take my violin back, because i still have her green gameboy pocket. maaaagh-unnn! [man]

it was cool to walk there, in the dark of night, while listening to the queens of the stone age. my mom told me not to do it, because i wouldn't be able to detect someone if they were to jump me from behind. i'm such a rebel.

on my way home, kim and seth ambushed me in kim's car. aaaaaaa!

comic book checklist for the month of november:

nov. 13
fables
evo

nov. 20
new x-men

nov. 27
usagi yojimbo
batman

also, a new novel by chuck palahniuk just came out, called lullaby.

i just found out something strangely disturbing about myself. when i was younger, my dad cut my eyelashes, because they were too long. he did the same to my brother, but his eyelashes are still freakishly long to this day.

my tummy aches full-hearty.

went ice skating at castle ice, with brian, anthony, linda, erica, janine, jennylyn, elaine, and elaine's friend crystal. it was okay.

ate some wendy's shit, and it didn't feel good in my stomach as it normally does.

finally saw max play with his new drum equipment, accompanied by brian. when i got home, i felt pretty bad about my crummy chord-skimming, and in turn i improved my latest song. i play some dope shit when no one is looking. and hearing. or in the same fucking room as me.

i just drank a glass of water, and i looked in the mirror, and it looks like i'm harboring one large round tumor, where my abdomen should be.