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Location: Chicago, Illinois, United States
Birthday: 5/2/1989
Gender: Male


Interests: I love reading, writing, poetry, music, singing, and movie.
Expertise: I have a REALLY big mouth.
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Nonprofit


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Member Since: 3/15/2005

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Sunday, October 23, 2005

Quote: “I’m sorry I have to save you here Mrs. Covey because Colin does this to me too sometimes. Teachers get freaked out when students use drug references and swear.” –Mr. Poplewel


Friday after school.

I’m in the band room.

And I tell this joke…

 

So a guy is sitting in a beer garden ten stories up in a building. A woman walks in and looks around. Seeing no one else to talk to, she sits down next to this guy and asks him what he’s drinking. “Magic beer,” he says. “What do you mean magic beer?” she asks. “Well, if I drink it, I can fly.” “No you can’t,” she says. “Watch,” he says. He takes a sip, jumps out the window, and flies around the building and then back in. “Wow,” she says, “That’s amazing, do it again.” So he takes another sip and does it again. Out the window, around the building, and back in. Then the woman asks if she can try. “Sure,” he says. She takes a sip, jumps out the window, and falls to her death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bartender turns to the man and says, “You know, you’re a real dick when you’re drunk Superman.”

Mr. Poplewel and Ms. Covey didn't think it was so funny... (maybe because I can't spell their names, who knows)


Saturday, October 15, 2005

What is sweetest day? I know it's the whole white flower for friendship, pink for crush, and red for love chestnut. The question is why? We already have St. Valentine’s Day, and that's bad enough. Now we have not one, but TWO holidays dedicated to putting couples on a pedestal and boyfriends on the spot. Personally, I'm all for sunshine, hearts, and rainbows, but this makes me want to nail gun a cherub to a wall by his wings while listening to Marilyn Manson's version of Personal Jesus!


Wednesday, October 12, 2005

So wake up, walk to my screeching alarm clock and set it for ten minutes later. Then I went back to bed. At six ten, I got up and went to class, but not before I had a quick pick-me-up from Mr. Coffee. I arrived around seven thirty and had an interesting talk, and then I went to the LGI for the PSAT. Honestly, I don't know what the big hype about it is. Sure, the two critical reading sections were a little challenging, but I'm I got at least a low A/ high B equivalence on it. As for the math, I only got to thirty of the thirty eight problems but I'm sure I got ninety nine percent of them right. The writing section came last and I just breezed through it. Of the thirty questions on it, I only had to actually stop and think for a second on two or three. Most of them were really easy. I really don't get. Like that movie "The Perfect Score" (or whatever it's called) where the group of students go and steal the answers to the SAT. My question is this: WHY?!?!?!?!? It's so easy!!!! I know morons (and you know who you are, lol) who could easily get a great score on that with a little work. Hours of work at most. Then again, I could have gotten all of them completely wrong and I only think I got them right because I'm that stupid and or egotistical.

Speaking of coffee, do you realize how much you can get done with caffeine? Not just to keep you up but as a mental motivator. With only a tiny bit of coffee (and avoidance of T.V.) I've been able to study, practice music, write this post, and still have enough will power for two or three projects tonight.

 


Monday, October 10, 2005

(Walks into room. Blows dust off of keyboard.) "A xanga, why is this on my computer?"
>Type Type Type< "Hmmm.... Nostalgia."

What ever happened to the debate forum? Why did I stop posting on this? And why was homecomming so bad?!?!?!?!?


Sunday, July 17, 2005

Man today was weird. I got up and went to take a shower, and my dad walks up to me and says, “One of my friends crashed in the living room, so don’t walk into the living room like that.” I was dressed fashionably in my boxers and nothing else. After my shower, I had a bowl of cereal, watched a tivoed episode of Family Guy with my dad’s friend (nice guy actually) and then walked to my mom’s place. After hanging out with mis hermanos minores y tociste el piano, I headed out to buy dress shoes, then downtown with mi madre por mi leccion de tango. That’s right, I tango. The lesson was fun, and I got to dance with a bunch of older woman. Learned a lot about dancing in general. I picked up the basic step for the tango, fox trot, mamba, two-step, and a little cha-cha-cha, along with some extra movements. I had a good time. I ended up staying at my mom’s place after dark, which I haven’t for years, and it was the strangest thing... Being around there after dark is horrible. It’s like the scent in the air or something, but I felt like I was dying or I would never be happy again... It was just terrible... But as soon as I stepped outside I began to feel like my old self again.

Last few things, I’m going to Texas in a few weeks (Yah!!! =), I’m enjoying a dinner of chinese food, and I changed my hair.



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