My Great Comfort

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 23:05:41 GMT

Student director of the musical?

Yes sir, I am.

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 13:59:15 GMT

Brock:

Instructions on burning a CD on your computer (which I am taking VERY good care of), plz!

Sat, 08 Oct 2005 15:35:17 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=vwl98dU0kY8

Mario Paint! YEAAHHYHAHAHAHAHA!

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 16:34:13 GMT

Why is the House of Representatives covered on C-Span while the Senate is shunted to C-Span 2?

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 05:38:28 GMT

My car is totalled because some bastard thought he could go 50mph down a hill and somehow avoid all the parked cars.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

Sun, 25 Sep 2005 03:37:10 GMT

I'm sick! My immune system sucks, mostly because I rarely wash my hands, just because I like to think not washing my hands means I'm being a very small thorn in Chance's side.

I picked up a book of Brock's, read the back, and it didn't look very good, so I opened it about halfway up, read a couple lines, liked it, and finished the book. I don't think I really missed very much, though.

I spent the entire day worried that my friends who were out driving were going to get into car accidents. Weeeeird!

Also weird: I kept seeing a balloon in a mirror (you'd have to be uncommonly familar with the current set-up of my house to know why I kept seeing a balloon in a mirror) and EVERY SINGLE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS A PERSON. Every goddamn time.

Thu, 08 Sep 2005 23:20:42 GMT

Being hurt is exciting at first, but extremely boring after the first few days.

Back to school with me!

I'll be hopped up on drugs tomorrow, which will be a treat for everyone.

Might as well...

Wed, 07 Sep 2005 19:38:25 GMT

Make a pseudo-meaningful post on LJ. I haven't done that in quite some time.

I miss all my old friends. This year I've been alienating people who aren't in what I presumptiously call my inner circle, which leaves me with a lot fewer friends. Except for Nick, Jacob, Phillip, and Chance, I feel like I don't belong with anyone at school, which is a for-serious bad feeling. I imagine it's Nick rubbing off on me. Anyone who's reading this: make me more social. Accost me. Force me to talk to you.

I just discovered that a lot of people think of me as arrogant. It's true. I don't like that, either. I'm sorry to anyone I've offended. Arrogance and pretention seem to be Elliott trademarks, which is okay, because we generally have the skill/intellegence/wit to pull it off, (see, there's that arrogance again) but it's something I really need to knock off.

My this year's new hottnesses:

Jack Bishop

I guess that's the only person I'm talking to this year that I haven't talked to in previous years. He's hillarious. I wish I had met him earlier. We played Pirates in Stage Management.

I miss playing pretend. It was so much fun.

I fell off a mountain. I feel ten feet onto my spine and I stood up and walked away. Shit. That was a close one. I didn't just have my breath knocked out of me - I had my THOUGHTS knocked out of me. Everything was expelled from my body in one giant WOOMPH. It was strange. And painful.

Going back to arrogance, I realize that I talk about myself and my talents (real and imagined) waaaay too much. I would like to be a writer or a historian when I grow up, but the fact that I know so many people who are better than me in both fields (and indeed, in every field) makes me feel like I need to stress my accomplishments. I know it gets annoying, but if you guys (my friends) can bare with me, I'll try to improve myself.

I don't smoke or drink anymore. I'm boring.

I'm on lots of painkillers. My grammar is suffering accordingly.

They also (Paige, Sam, and Brock: Stop reading now) make me strangely horny.

Oh no, oh no, oh no ... I'm a ROCKET MAN.

I know I'm going to die from something other than natural causes. Probably falling off something, the way things are going. When I do, you all better pretend it's noble.

I'm so scared I won't get a good scholarship for even an instate school.

I want to be a teacher. On a boat. And I want to carry a gun.

My imagined-future life is much the same as it was when I was ten. I want a hand-gun license. I support people owning guns. Am I turning conservitive?

http://www.bit-tech.net/gaming/2005/09/07/goldeneye_source_sep/1.html

Be my friends again!

What a whiny post. Sorry, it won't happen again (until my next life-threatening accident where I end up hopped up on pain pills).

And I forgot to mention this - I really love my girlfriend. I feel like I MUST be whipped, only because I will do almost anything she asks me to in order to keep her from being sad. Not that she asks me for much, but you'd better believe I'd do it!

I'll see all y'all playas' either tomorrow or Friday, depending on how bad I hurt tonight and in the morning.

A brief update:

Tue, 06 Sep 2005 22:38:36 GMT

For those of you that don't know.

Yesterday, Jacob, Chance and I climbed Pinnacle. On the way down I took a bad slip, rolled about fifteen feet, fell about ten feet (straight down) and landed on my back on a particularly pointy rock. It was so bad that Chance's first thought (according to him) was "My friend just died."

If I was religious, I'd call it a miracle, and I've got about a dozed pulled/twisted/strained muscles, some weird stress-thing in my back that I don't remember the name of, and about a gazillion scratches and cuts, but nothing's broken. Or fractured. Or anything else that might be a lasting problem.

Unfortunatly, the doctor says it's going to get worse (pain-wise) before it gets better, but it should be all good in a week or so.

Mad props to Jacob and Chance.

I've gotta stop doing shit that gets me almost dead. For serious this time.

EDIT: And I'm on a considerable amount of painkillers. Hopefully I'll be back at school on Thursday, but right now standing up almost makes me break into a sweat. And if there's one thing I don't want, it's to have to struggle to stand up or sit down infront of a group of my peers. Eeeeeemmbarrasing. And painful. Painfully embarrasing, even.

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 15:36:54 GMT

PHILLIP:

Nick and I want to hang out with you. You should give me a call when you read this, because I have no other way to get in contact.

Wed, 27 Jul 2005 21:53:41 GMT

I got a real life job!

At the Market Street Cinema!

With Jacob!

I'm so hip, working at the local indie movie theater!

Sun, 24 Jul 2005 01:14:13 GMT

AS AN UPDATE:

My birthday was a kingly birthday.

I have a new camera-super-rich-kid phone! And a new picture printer! And a new (very pretty) fountain pen!

And books! A veritable mountain of books!

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 20:39:09 GMT

Phillip got me the Zombie Survival Guide for my birthday. It's probably the single best present I have recieved to date.

In case you guys don't know, the Elliotts will survive ANY zombie invasion. This book just cements that fact. We've run through countless scenarios and plans, and I feel confident that no family is quite as prepared for the coming zombie invasion as mine.

Tue, 19 Jul 2005 16:55:54 GMT

The Something Awful today is an article I think every "indie-kid" needs to think about and contemplate deeply.

Thu, 14 Jul 2005 23:18:07 GMT

http://www.artlebedev.com/portfolio/optimus/

Holy shit.

Tue, 12 Jul 2005 18:08:48 GMT

I got a 5 on the AP English test.

Huzzahs.

EDIT: And I will say, simply to be informative, that only one person at Parkview recieved a 5 on his/her AP English test.

Attn: Brock

Sun, 10 Jul 2005 16:52:43 GMT

See: Latest "The Boondocks"

Fri, 08 Jul 2005 17:25:02 GMT

I shaved.

Now my face is bleeding.

Yikes.

Thu, 07 Jul 2005 01:42:30 GMT

Some people just don't respect Mayor Fantastic and all the hard work he puts into the thriving Sim-Metropolis of Hip Hopington.

Over 300,000 people! Yay!

Tue, 05 Jul 2005 18:42:34 GMT

Today the Democrat-Gazette printed a letter containing the word "niggernado" (like "tornado"). Goddamn, Arkansas.

A Conversation:

Fri, 01 Jul 2005 18:00:10 GMT

I was sitting in my room, reading a book.

Father walks into the room.

Father: You can't read by that light.
Me: It's fine.
Father: You'll go blind.
Me: That's an old wives tale.
Father: Not true. Abraham Lincoln went blind.
Me: Wha-
Father: No! Abraham Lincoln got shot. Because he was reading by the light of a tiny, tiny glowing coal.
Me: What the hell are you talking about?
Father: I've got to go to work. Goodbye.

My dad is so weird.

Speed update!

Tue, 28 Jun 2005 20:33:46 GMT

+ I have a license now, allowing me (yes, me!) to drive.
+ Adam and I have purchased 60$ worth of fireworks, and 50 cheap lighters.
+ I got a 32 on the ACT, though I was aiming for a bit higher (something's gotta keep my shitty grades balanced)

The last two days have been wonderful.

Mon, 20 Jun 2005 04:58:53 GMT

Perry Bible Fellowship has exactly two minutes to update before I request my money back.

According to Chance, what Friends are For...

Sun, 05 Jun 2005 17:11:20 GMT

Rhyme to Reason: With his long wooden pipe...
Rhyme to Reason: Fuzzy little toes.
Rhyme to Reason: He lives in a hobbit hole and everybody knows it's...
Rhyme to Reason: BILBO!
Rhyme to Reason: bilbo
Rhyme to Reason: Bilbo Baggins!
Rhyme to Reason: The greatest hobbit of them all!
best is chance: fuzzy grilly toes
Rhyme to Reason: The idea
Rhyme to Reason: Was for you to sing the last part
Rhyme to Reason: And me to post the conversation on livejournal with the title
Rhyme to Reason: "What friends are for"
Rhyme to Reason: Or some such thing.
Rhyme to Reason: And my current feeling would be "Bilbo"
Rhyme to Reason: But you ruined it.
Rhyme to Reason: Asshole.
best is chance: hahaha
best is chance: you sang the only part I remember, asshole
best is chance: In the middle of the earth
best is chance: in the land of the shire
Rhyme to Reason: I waited for three minutes before doing the BILBO part
best is chance: there's a brave little hobbit whom' we all admire
best is chance: with his long wooden pipe
best is chance: fuzzy grilly toes
best is chance: he lives in a hobbit hole and everybody knows him
best is chance: BILBO
best is chance: sorry, I was eating breakfast
best is chance: you should still post this though
best is chance: with that same title
Rhyme to Reason: Okay.
Rhyme to Reason: I'm posting your request to post, by the way.
Rhyme to Reason: We'll be the lame kids who plan out an AIM livejournal post.

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 12:26:09 GMT

Up early to take the ACT!

...

Or the SAT.

...

I honestly don't remember which one of the two is today.

Ah well.