Welcome to my future home (seen here from the back yard). Nice, isn't it? Feel free to visit any time, once I
live there of course. Along with the home comes many nice-paying jobs; anyone interested? Let me know!
Thursday, October 28, 1999
I've found the song that describes my life. "Jumper" by Third Eye Blind. It describes my thought processes so
precisely that it nearly frightens me. Go listen to it. That, and read my new quote for now and take it to
heart. I know a lot of people that need to.
Ashley, I know I've said harsh things, and I meant everyone one of them. But you still hold a special place in
my heart, and no one can ever take that away, not even you. I don't understand you now, and I don't think I
ever will. I don't want to have to just cut you out of my life and leave it at that, but if that's the only
choice you leave me then, gritting my teeth, I'll do just that. Think about it. I still love you, if only
enough to keep me loving something... that's still enough.
Before I hear it again, you people need to stop this "change of attitudes" horse shit. If I'm harsh and angry
one day and cool and calm the next, think about the things said to me. When I first read it, I feel the need
to come back with something equally powerful. When I don't, I don't. It's not a difficult concept. So if I
hear about it again I'm going to scream.
Aside from problems, Liza looked absolutely gorgeous tonight. I've never seen anyone look so beautiful in my
life (oh besides you Kyla ;] ). Just thought I'd share that with you.
Wednesday, October 27, 1999
I believe I have finally figured out the mystery behind everyone's animosity aimed in my direction: the
temptation to hate is greater than the inclination to forgive. It's all inner conflict, and corrupted minds
just can't see the light. I've come to accept what fate I am delivered, but I refuse to accept anything I do
not deserve. I shall now, again, refer to my quote above. The greatest challenge of the human mind is the
challenge to improve itself. There is no doubt about that. However, over the last year or so, with the help of
others (Thanks Kyla, Brad, Misty, and Ashley), I've succeeded in a reformation of thought within my own mind,
and I feel myself to be a better person as a result. And wouldn't you know it, now that I've finally achieved
a worthy goal, I am condemned for it. Thanks again, Brad.
Today I took an agressive step. I sucked it up and delivered my message. Some of you may have only seen the
partial message. If that be the case, it isn't your place to know the rest. But for those of you that have
received the rest, I am sincere, I've always been sincere, and I'll always be sincere. *cough* Ashley *cough*
I don't quite understand why you continue to bring this to light, but as long as you do I'll continue to
shoot it down.
My final arguement comes down to mere words. You all ask me why your words mean so much to me, while you are
seemingly more concerned with my words. My only response is that I don't care what you say, I care about you.
You call me what you want, you think of me as you will, but when it all comes down, I still love you all the
same. If only you truly knew me you would understand, but you don't allow yourself to, and only you can change
that.
I'm going on with my life with or without you, preferably with, and I do not plan on giving up on any of you.
I'll be there till the end, no matter how glorious or gruesome that may be.
Sunday, October 24, 1999
I've added a new picture on my friends page. I also added a new cool link to my
web links page, marked by my image, and I put all the links in
alphabetical order for you (because I could). Whether or not you've noticed, I've added some color to my page,
even if it looks stupid. I just thought a change couldn't hurt. Oh yeah, read my critical analysis of sorts on
1984. It's not the best thing I've ever written, but one of the best because I wrote it
from scratch.
Since I've mentioned Allison's name two days in a row, I may as well make it three. I had never said more than
a couple of words to Allison, ever, until this year. And even when I had it was just a hello or something to
that affect. I remember first seeing her in fourth grade, and I thought she was the most beautiful girl I had
ever seen. I didn't know her, and I didn't want to. She was just so pleasing to my eye that I couldn't help
but look at her. I've never had a crush on her or anything like that, and I don't now. I just loved looking at
her. *Flash-forward: high school now* When I first saw her again my sophomore year I knew exactly who it was
the second I saw her. If it were possible, I would have thought she were even more beautiful than I had ever
seen her before. I don't have the slightest idea what it was/is about her, and frankly I don't care. She's
just beautiful.
And in my best Forrest Gump accent, "that's all I have to say about that."
Saturday, October 23, 1999
Happy birthday Allison Waugh!
Friday, October 22, 1999
The new quote above is one that I feel every day of the year. The harder you work at it, the harder it becomes
to improve oneself. Not saying that I'm the perfect human being, but I work hard at 'correcting' my flaws, and
as I mature it becomes harder and harder to correct those that I have lived with all my life. I've had help
the past couple of years, through some of the greatest friends anyone could have. Brad Martin (believe it or
not) probably had the greatest impact on my life until I met Kyla. Without Kyla's presence in my life, much of
who I am today would be different, and I would imagine that would be for the worse. Thanks Brad and Kyla, for
the times you've been there for me.
Allison Waugh's birthday is tomorrow! Happy 17th Ally! And that concludes my time on the soapbox. Have a nice
weekend.
Tuesday, October 19, 1999
I forgot to mention yesterday, though I'm sure you noticed, that I made my page just a little more colorful. I
got bored with the same colors, so I changed them around a little. New for today, I have a new picture of
me up now. It's about three weeks old, as opposed to three years like the rest. The image
itself is darker than the actual picture, but that's computers for ya.
I'd love to entertain you, but I absolutely must get this paper written. 1200 words of critically analyzing
1984 by George Orwell. Wonderful book, horrible paper, decent grade (my standard's are much higher than
Mrs. Foster's). Wish me luck, and feel free to say hi to me if you see me online, I won't mind at all! Believe
me...
Monday, October 18, 1999
Happy Birthday Angela Reott! Not much else to say today, the day belongs to her. Go Angela!
I've finally figured out why I'm so happy all the time and never let things bother me for more than a few
short moments. When you're in love, you wear an unexplainable smile. I don't remember who said that,
but it explains my constant happiness to myself, and for those who have the slightest care in the world, well
there you have it. To whomever it may concern, you don't have to love me back, I'm happy just loving you.
What's meant to be will always find a way. Life is a game we play; love is the reason we play it. I'm winning.
:)
Added a little to the music page. I figured you all had a right to share my wonderful
taste in music. Today has been very relaxing for me. All I asked for is a good night's sleep (which I barely
received) and a quiet Saturday afternoon before I go out. So far, all is well. No work, no play, just
peacefulness. Ah, my life is great.
Congrats to the Demons of Warner Robins, who won another football game last night (big sursprise). We're less
than four weeks away from the Northside game! Mmmm, can't wait.
I've added another new quote for your minds to probe. I also added a couple links to my web
links page. I see no one even cares about the oddities page. That's too bad, it could
be great. Well I have some cheese to consume, enjoy yourselves.
Oh yeah, in response to Scott's Tuesday update, I
know how Megan beat him. Someone tinkered with her score. *evil grin* I'll give you a hint Scott: It wasn't me
and Megan has no idea how to work the machine. You didn't hear it from me.
Friday, October 15, 1999
I've been on the go for ten days now. I've barely found the time to sit down at my computer and check my
email, not to mention keeping you all posted on the boring events of my life. I'll continue where I last left
off.
The Braves game was a blast; I got soaked and I won $75! We didn't get in till about 2:00am, so I slept most
of Wednesday. School was the very last thought on my mind when I got home, so, um, whoops. Missed it.
Wednesday was another of my periodic days off - "sanity days" I like to call them. Last night was the fair,
and that was a blast. Kyla, Megan, Will and I did as much as we could considering the length of the lines.
Psst, if you want souveneir lights and light covers from the National Fair's ferris wheel, see me.
Everyone go out and by Lit's new CD, "A Place in the Sun." It rocks. Fatboy Slim's CD is cool too. I've
listened to those two every chance I've gotten since the weekend.
Geez I never have time to rest anymore, and now I'm on the move again. Enjoy your weekend, if possible.
Tuesday, October 12, 1999
I'd love to treat you to a trip through my imagination, but I'm off to see the Braves game get rained out. I
actually seem to have very good luck with things such as this, so the game will likely be played late, and I
just won't get home till 4:00am. Everyone look for me on TV! I'll be in centerfield, barely to the left of the
centerfield plaza area and about 10-15 rows up. The game should start around 8:10pm on NBC, weather pending.
I've added a new quote. There's no reading between the lines, just a very simple, to-the-point concept. Any
questions? How 'bout sending in a quote of your own? Just a thought...
Also, Scott's message board is starting to grow,
little by little. You can get to it through his
page or through the link at the top of this page. Go respond to everything Scott says! :) Good night.
Monday, October 11, 1999
For a weekend in which nothing spectacular really happened, I'm extremely exhausted. Movies, bowling, signs,
more movies, baseball, rain.. Long weekend. Exactly what I needed to take my mind off of school. Sad thing is
that I have lots of homework I haven't done and only a few hours before the bell rings again. Ugh. Everyone go
to Scott's page. I'm sure he has something funny
or useful for your mind to roll in. Oh yeah, while bowling, Scott suggested that if any male bowler should
bowl a worse game than Megan, he should pay her two dollars. According to Scott, "the way she bowled the first
game there was no way [he] could lose." Well, he lost, and you should have seen the look on his face when she
beat him 101 to 98. Just imagine that one time on your life when you prove Scott wrong - THAT LOOK RIGHT
THERE! It was hilarious. Oh yeah, go Braves. I'm going to see them in Atlanta tomorrow night and you're not.
Friday, October 8, 1999
It seems that Jessica and I have finally dissolved our little dispute. If you have no idea what I'm talking
about, I'm sorry. I'd love to give you hardcore proof of my ignorance and lack of thinking, but Brad erased it
all. Let's put it this way, I screwed things up. Not only for Jessica, but for myself and others as well. I
feel I've destroyed some great friendships of my own, and I can only pray that I haven't affected others. But
as all things do, it seems to have come to an end. If it really has, I'll be a much happier person. If it
hasn't, I'm going to find a way out of it and let the rest of the world deal with it. Anyway, to anyone and
everyone involved: I wasn't thinking properly and I messed up and I take responsibility for it. I may not have
caused everything, but if no one else seems to think they did, then it probably was me. Hey, at least that
makes it easier on you all to bitch about it. (Seriously, it's easier to gripe to one person than fifty.)
I'm sorry for what I've done, and don't let me do it again.
Thanks Scott, for putting in a good word for me
on your page. I try to do what I can (which includes mentioning your page at least once a day). By the way, he
has a NEW message board. Not like that other one that only seems to cause pain and suffering, but a magical
one that provides warmth and love and euphoria to all. Check out his page, it's on there. And while you're at
it, read what he has to say. He's a funny guy.
While the topic is Scott's page, I have a few
comments in response to his thoughts on the Homecoming Dance. I agree that while it is a social event, one
rarely focuses all of his attention on those he came in with. I also agree that it's much better to go out and
just chill with your friends, like going BOWLING or something, then a nice trip to IHOP to just kick back and
tell jokes and chill till 1:00. I don't know where I get these ideas, but if you steal them, you'll probably
run into me somewhere along the line. In short, I also take letter B.
Thursday, October 7, 1999
You know you can always count on Scott to have an
interesting story for your reading pleasure. Click his name. Now.
I just realized I've been neglecting you all. I really don't mean to, but it's kinda easy when no one sends me
email or signs the
guestbook. As many of you should already
know, my long hair that I've had for about five years is GONE. Oh I still have hair, just not very much. It's
sooo comfy! And Scott, for the first time in my life, I realized the pain endured when someone asks you, "did
you get a haircut?" Com'on people! My hair went from seven inches long to less than half an inch overnight!
According to my newly rediscovered little sister Megan, my new name is 'Michelob.' I have no idea why, but it
sounds kinda neat.
Kinda humorous quote up there; I thought so anyway. Everyone check your calendars: IT'S FRIDAY! If you can't
understand my math there, Thursday evening = Friday. Friday evening = weekend. It's very logical. Friday is
just another day at work until it's over. Each new day starts at 6:00pm for me. Yes, I'm very weird, and
thanks for asking. *looks around*
Happy birthday Amy Bedwell! Anyone who happens to see her between now and midnight, be sure to let her know
you remembered her birthday just in the nick of time.
** Begin subliminal message ** birthday July 18. buy presents. ** End
subliminal message **
Monday, October 4, 1999
Hooray, we have our first 'oddity' to play with. I look forward to some good responses.
Remember, there are no limits when sending anything you feel should be on the oddities page. It's named so for
a reason. And yea for Becky! She's been mentioned on my page two days in a row!
As it has now seemed to become a daily routine, I just checked
Scott's page again. He never ceases to amaze me.
And Scott, tuck in that shirt boy! I've found recently that Mr. Scott is actually the most lenient of the big
bad men with walkie-talkies. Mr. "Coach" Moore is just a pest though. Here's an interesting story for you:
First of all, please scroll down to September 28 and read the first paragraph. Then come
back to right HERE. ............ You got it? Well, he recognized me today and called me into his office. All he had on
me was that I was at my car during regular school hours with no note, and just for that I was to get ISS for
skipping (3 days) and lose my parking for a week. I'm not one to coax my way out of situations, but I had a
damn good arguement today. I calmly made the point that it was just a simple misunderstanding. I was running a
little late getting to P.E., and I was merely dropping off my backpack in my car. To this he replied that I
should not have been in the parking lot at all and he told me my punishment. Not losing my cool, I told him
that if I am to be placed in ISS and lose my parking for a week for simply being at my car at the wrong time,
then I would like to see every football player who's car was in the front lot at the time placed along side
me, if not with more harsh punishment, for they actually moved their vehicles. He just kinda sat and stared at
me for a moment. I knew he wasn't going to do anything to any of the football players. Placing them in ISS now
would only make them miss Friday's game, and the fact that one is our starting quarterback wouldn't make Mr.
Moore very popular. So, he slyly issued a light warning, told me he'll be watching me, and told me to leave.
Why is it that I never get into trouble? I've been pulled over twice, once in clear violation of the law
(55mph in a 35 zone, six intoxicated morons, and my dumbass sister was actually holding a beer can). I've even
been detained (long story, you'll never hear it), and I have no idea how I got out of that one. I guess I have
a serious string of good luck. Either that, or every time I would get into trouble, all they see is a
crystal clear record and they let me go on a "warning." Yeah, that must be it. Well, I'm a good kid now. If I
get into any trouble at all now it's from plain stupidity or mistreatment. I have no idea where I'm going with
this, so I'll just wish you all a wonderful evening and move on.
Sunday, October 3, 1999
Sorry for the lack of warning, but happy birthday to Lauren Causey! If I'm not mistaken, she's 17 today. What
a great age to be!
Yay for Becky, whom I barely know, and had never spoken to until last night oddly enough. The quote was from
Scott's page, and there is no prize! Hahahaha! But thanks for playing, it's nice to know that people I don't
know actually care about the boring details that makes me who I am (on the outside anyway). If you have no
idea what quote I'm referring to, that's your loss. It really moved me.
An interesting question was raised on Scott's
page yesterday: "Do you believe in love at first sight?" To which it seemed the answer was a definite no,
but he does believe in "love at first meet." An interesting way to put it, but I get the idea. My thoughts are
that the first impression decides 99 out of 100 relationships, and if you talk a good talk and walk a good
walk you've set yourself up for something nice, as long as you can keep it up. However, it's never you. Never
actually try to impress, because it isn't you. It's the other one. If he/she doesn't see anything off
the bat, maybe you just need to grow on each other. Or maybe it just isn't meant to be (and it rarely is meant
to be). There have been very few girls in my life that I've felt on first impression that she could be
the one, but only one of them has proved not to be. And only one has simply grown on me to the point
where I could find myself just hoping that maybe she's the one.
I'll stop there, because my thoughts seemed to be running into a dead end, and I didn't want to come to any
serious conclusion. I've left the door open to anyone who wishes to comment, especially females (seeing as how
only Scott and I have voiced our opinions on the subject). *cough* Kyla? Becky? *cough*
Email me!
Friday, October 1, 1999
This has been a great week. Very little work, everyone's been happy (except Michelle. I'm sorry Michelle! I
know what it's like, and I feel your pain), and I got FOUR ice creams out of the machine yesterday at
lunch. THAT ROCKED! I would like to thank Matt and Kyla for helping me deal with my surplus.
If you haven't noticed the slightly different layout to the page, you're a moe-ron! I figured I would stretch
it out just a little to make more room for my nonsense that I insist you be aware of. New month, new look. I
like. Also, this page had gotten too large, so all of September can be found here.
Nice quote from E.J. up there. Basically, you only learn what your interested in. When trying to teach
something new, always make it as interesting as possible, so that he who wishes to learn doesn't turn it away
from lack of interest. (*ahem* Mrs. Hilliard)
Ah, now the good stuff! Kyla has responded to Dante in my guestbook. It seems to be getting interesting (about
as interesting as an arguement over Dave Matthews Band sucking or not sucking can get). Anyone else have any
comments? Of course not, no one ever cares anymore. Well good. My guestbook doesn't want you signing it
anyway!
Here's a quote that should go down in the annals of history: "the poem had about as much to do with
religion as Saturn has to do with a football." I know who said it, and I want you to find it. It shouldn't
be very difficult at all. And if you can't figure it out for some reason, just think of the sarcasm involved
in the statement in the first place. Who among your peers can speak in such a manner as if it were native to
him/her? Anyway, that's all beside the point. That quote is just too awesome. If any Harvard scholar happens
to pass by this page, contact me so that we can arrange to have this quote buried in some textbook with proper
credits given.
If you're still reading this (yeah right), check out my Oddities page. It's meant to just
catch the eye of anyone who happens to pass by, but I need your cooperation.
Give me something to go on!
image, and I put all the links in
alphabetical order for you (because I could). Whether or not you've noticed, I've added some color to my page,
even if it looks stupid. I just thought a change couldn't hurt. Oh yeah, read my critical analysis of sorts on