It's December eve! I know you're all thrilled, but think of it this way: In just one short month it will be
New Year's Eve. We're 31 days from the new millenium. (Well, mathematically, 1 year and 31 days, but for just
this second I'm going by the 2 on the front.) I really can't think of much else to say for that, so everyone
have a groovy last-month-of-the-1900s!
New picture of Carrie on my friends' page. Feel free to drool over it.
Sunday, November 28, 1999
The time has come that we have all been dreading (except Scott, who is released from pseudo-prison, and Megan,
who's man is being released from pseudo-prison). In about 12 hours, you, me, and around 1740 others like us
will be crammed into a rather large building, forced to listen to a weary middle-aged woman being forced to be
speak to us on how glad she is that we're all back. Gotta love school.
Even better news, Brad's page has returned from its temporary stay in
the heavens to brighten our days once more (they just weren't ready for his humor). Don't attempt to fight it.
Just click. You know you want to. Click!
I have to cut this short for now, much work to do. Enjoy the final hours of your holiday. The end is near!
*sinister laugh*
Friday, November 26, 1999
The following was written about me. After asking for second and third opinions, I was told it described me
fairly well. So here it is for you to decide... And because I had nothing better to put here. :)
The subject shows a very high level of intelligence, and his sense of observation is one of his best qualities. Considering this, he shows a lot of potential, but that's only part of the equation.
Also, as much as we hate violence, an occasional mauling is one way to solve day-to-day problems like unpleasant coworkers or pesky door-to-door salesmen; he just isn't tough enough, sir, and he avoids any solution that involves violence.
Finally, the subject displayed a poor (and a little bit boring) sense of humor, a fair and productive sense of morality, and a hot shot self-confidence. The balance of these three traits is important; high levels of confidence, medium levels of morality, and a good level of humor make for the strongest individuals.
Thursday, November 25, 1999
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Be sure to have those in your hearts who you know deserve to be there today. Do
try and remember what today is all about (not just food!)... I hope everyone's enjoying their week off from
school, even if they are grounded *ahem*.
Away from the holiday spirit for a second, my James Bond page has had a lot of
work done on it. Feel free to waste your time at my site that way too! Any other requests?
Sunday, November 21, 1999
I've been somewhat of a fanatic ever since I saw my first James Bond movie (well, the first that I recognized
as James Bond) when I was about twelve. I'm not going to blab about my life and how it relates to this, but
with the release of The World is Not Enough this past Friday, I felt it necessary to finally
create the James Bond page I had promised so long ago. So, here it is, all of a few
hours work.
Wednesday, November 17, 1999
I've had very little to report the last few days. Nothing has changed. My love life is the same (nonexistant),
my social life is the same, everything else about my life is virtually the same, except for the fact that we
have a week off for Thanksgiving! Wahoo!!! Let's all get together and celebrate!
While you're here, check out Scott's Message Board,
where anything and everything you've ever wanted to know COULD be! And not to take anything away from
Brad, check out his Message Board
too.
Sunday, November 14, 1999
Thanks to Michelle for the new quote. Thanks to the fatass good-for-nothing referee for the Northside victory.
Thanks to ... actually I'll save that one for later. (Thanksgiving is coming up, I figured I'd start early.)
Thanks Brad, just thanks.
Thursday, November 11, 1999
Twenty-four hours from now about 15,000 screaming maniacs will be filing into McConnel-Talbert Stadium on
Davis Drive to be a part of one of the most exciting annual sporting events this side of the Milky Way. To
those who follow, tomorrow night's game is more important than the World Series, World Cup, or even the
Superbowl. Every second Friday of November it comes down to a simple conflict: south vs. north, red vs. blue,
Demons vs. Eagles. The stronger does not always win, the weaker does not always lose. When it comes to the
kickoff, all that matters is who wants it more. After 365 days of living with a 44-0 loss, months of being
second best, and weeks of getting ready, I don't think there is any possible way the Warner Robins Demons can
lose tomorrow night.
Demons 34, Eagles 14.
Tuesday, November 9, 1999
I woke up this morning and thought I'd have a nice relaxed day, do a bit of reading, homework, socializing...
It's now just after four in the afternoon and I'm already thrown out of an alien spaceship six light years
from the smoking remains of the Earth! How the time flies!
I conducted a short, to-the-point conversation with Brad last night, and I got (in a nutshell) the response I
expected:
jpmccord: why do you still insist on deleting my messages from the message board?
Strimbello: because you messed up one too many times
jpmccord: damnit, you and your good reasons. everyone else has forgotten all that crap but you. why is that?
jpmccord: why is it that you are the only one hanging on to something that no one even cares about anymore?
Strimbello: elephant genes
Strimbello: and nothing better to do
jpmccord: thats what i figured.
Honestly, I don't believe any part of the conflict between Brad and myself to be my fault. But that's all he
will listen to. If I don't kiss the ground he walks on he's the world's largest prick to me. Sure I may have
messed up here and there, but if the best reason he can come up with is because he has nothing better to do,
he needs to get a life.
Check out Scott's page, just cuz I said so. I
also "accidentally" grabbed a couple of those annoying streamers from over the doorways today. They piss me
off. But you have to read Scott's page to know
what I'm talking about.
Last but not least, tomorrow happens to be the day that we should all celebrate the anniversary of the births
of two of our species' greatest models, Angela Riley (or Agnes) and Michael Mosteller. Agnes shall be 18,
Mike shall be 17. Ah, the joys of life.
Monday, November 8, 1999
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs
her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from within, not with the eyes but from the heart, the place
where love resides."
I'll have to give Becky partial credit for that statement above. I reworded it just a little to reflect more
of my definition of how I feel about... well let's not name names. Everyone I really talk to knows, but
that's just the way things are with me. :) Love and beauty do coexist, but the definition of each, as well as
how they interact with one another, differs greatly from one person to the next. This is merely part of what
they mean to me. My train of thought just derailed, so I'm kinda lost as to where I was going with that. Use
your imagination!
New quote! New links! New pictures! Lots and lots of new stuff
on the message board!
Enjoy your stay. By the way, my name is now Paul. I refuse to respond to John.
Friday, November 5, 1999
Happy birthday to Erica Inman (or is it Erika?), who will be 15 tomorrow! I think it's 15 anyway. Oh well,
happy birthday!
If you haven't read or heard in some way or another (not that way...), I've been forced into attending
a family reunion tomorrow. Normally it wouldn't be so bad, but I had prior engagements. Not only that, but my
mom's side of the family hasn't held a family reunion on this side of the country in fifteen years, so what's
so special about now? Either way, I'm going, so you will all have to live your Friday night without me. Do try
to hold back your emotion, I'm not leaving forever (and the crowd Ah's).
Thursday, November 4, 1999
Becky sent me an interesting email which hit close to the heart. Everything about it made perfect sense. Here
is a large chunk of it, carefully selected by myself for the world to enjoy:
The best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk
away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had. It's true that we don't know what we've got
until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. Giving
someone all your love is never assurance that they'll love you back! Don't expect love in return; just wait
for it to grow in their heart. If it doesn't, be content it grew in yours. There are things you'd love to hear
that you would never hear from the person whom you would like to hear them from, but don't be so deaf as not
to hear it from the one who says it from his heart. Never say good-bye if you still want to try; never give up
if you still feel you can go on; never say you don't love a person anymore if you can't let go. Love comes to
those who still hope although they've been disappointed; to those who still believe, although they've been
betrayed; to those who still need to love, although they've been hurt before; to those who have the courage
and faith to build trust again.... The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. Happiness lives for those who cry, those who
hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people
who have touched their lives. Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.
Ah, how enlightening. I felt like I had been talking to Brad after reading that. Thanks Becky!
Tuesday, November 2, 1999
I hope you 18-and-over-year-olds voted for the best representative to your (blah) ... I guess "It's election
day!" would do just as well. By the way, it's a new month. Meaning I'll have a page JUST for October now!
Ain't that just swell?
I think I'll throw in a link to Scott's page just
because it's been over a week since I've done it. Happy now, Franky? (hehehe, couldn't resist)
Stress for me has reached an all time high. I'm sick of school, I'm always tired, I argue with my parents, my
friends, nearly everyone... And I can't get sick even when I want to! So I've decided that I am going to be
sick tomorrow, whether I really am or not. Enjoy the day without me!
