Scouts

Ugh. Today's post has been infected by the crappiness of my most recent Boy Scout torture. Seriously, I have no idea how I've managed to stay in it as long as I have. I think if I was in a different troop it wouldn't be as horrible, that perhaps I just choose a really bad troop to be in. Why did I choose this one in the first place? Oh, because my jerk of a former friend was in it, and he bailed two weeks after I joined. My goal currently is to get Eagle and get out, because the people in my troop are toxic.
Shall I list some past experiences to show why I feel this way? Why not.
OK, the main reason I hate my troop is this dude named Brian. Seriously, I'm not a violent person, but when I'm around him I start to see red. We've pretty much reached an agreement that if we see each other outside of scouts, it's gonna become a fight. Another major reason for my hatred of the troop are all of the leaders. The number of obnoxious and idiotic things they do is so great one could not even begin to describe it. Try to imagine a person doing everything in their power to ensure you don't have a fun time doing something, and then they make sure if you leave you'll be mocked and called a wimp, quitter, and sissy. That's still not as bad as them, but it gives you perspective.
Today, there was a thing over at my scoutmaster's house. Mandatory. The first horrible thing about it was, of course, the fact I showed up an hour early. Still, it didn't bother me that much. My scoutmaster's wife told my mom to pick me up at 2:30. Super. 4 and a half hours. I actually, as much as I hate to admit it, I had fun the first little while. Then the snowball fight started.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love snowball fights. Even this one was fun, at first. Unfortunately, there were a lot of little kids, and that somewhat threw off the fun factor, for two reasons. A, you feel bad when you hurt the little kids because they can't handle getting whipped with an ice ball. B, because they take the violence too far. You would think, "Oh, they're just little kids, how horrible could they be?" The answer is, not too brutal, individually, but when they gang up on you, you end up getting hurt. Which is what happened.
It was incredibly warm out today, so I just had on jeans and a sweater. By the end, I was covered in water, mud, and possibly dog crap. Yeah, it stunk, pun intended. I had been doing pretty good, sniping the kids too dense to stay down when they weren't firing, when all of a sudden I heard someone shout, "DREW, LOOK OUT!!!" The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground, being attacked. I fought to get up, but that just resulted in the first of many leg injuries. I think I pulled a muscle near my knee, all i know is that it bent backwards. I finally got up, only to encounter a chunk of ice-snow the size of a microwave. I couldn't even fight back too well, because I knew the kid who planned it would break down and cry if I did the same to him. Seriously, he's this kid who refuses to eat anything other than hot dog buns, PB&J, and potato products. He had a fit because one of the leaders tried to get him to eat corn once. Stephen, post a comment to support my description of him.
Well, for the next hour and a half I had to put up with being totally soaked, continually pummeled, and about a million bruises. Eventually, everyone got tired and called their parents for a ride home. What?? It was only 1:30. To avoid having to wait to use my leader's phone for the next ten minutes, I pulled out my cell. Yes, I wasn't supposed to have it, blah blah blah. I bring contraband (food, electronics) onto every camp out. Deal with it. So, anyway, I was calling my mom. She told me that if I called, she would be right there, because she would have her cell on her the whole time. After about half an hour of her not picking up, I just left a voice mail. Finally, when I called a bit later, she picked up, and said she had been on the treadmill. This whole time, I have to deal with the kid I hate so much sniping me with snowballs. I'm somewhat surprised my phone still works, what with all the snow it got on it. For the last 15 minutes or so, I just stood around and tried to avoid snowballs.
When I got home, I showered, ate lunch, and fell asleep in the chair for 6 straight hours. I woke up at one point, and I couldn't feel anything. You could have stabbed me with a fork and I wouldn't have felt it. When I got up, I was in serious pain. My left knee is really scraped up, my right knee is still hard to walk on, and the rest of my body is bruised. My face is one giant sore spot, it kills me to even walk across the room. Sure, I feel a sense of satisfaction, but it's not enough to justify it. I feel like I've been through a meat grinder.
Has this been enough pain for you to read about in one day? I hope so. My apologies, I'll post cheerful stuff next time.

Poll Results

OK, it's time for the results of my poll. I don't normally post the results, but I sort of got the idea from someone else. My poll was a survey to see who has seen my favourite movies, and the results were impressive. Seven people voted on it, which is much more than any other poll I've had.
The number one film? The Goonies. Apparently, all seven of you have seen this film, which was my all-time favourite for a few years. Next up, there's a tie between The Dark Knight and Star Wars. I'm a bit disappointed that not everyone has seen Star Wars, because it is simply the greatest film ever. The Dark Knight was pretty darn good as well, with Heath Ledger performing one of the best supporting roles I have ever seen.
After that is Rocky Horror Picture Show, an awesome Halloween movie. I have the soundtrack on my MP3 player, as a matter of fact. This is followed by a tie, between The Breakfast Club and Ferris Beuller's Day Off. Both are really good movies, directed by John Hughes. Although they're both from the 80's, they're timeless.
After those two is Wayne's World, a film that will still make me laugh out loud continually, despite about a million viewings. Actually, it's what I named Boyd's World after. The last few, coming in with two votes, are Pink Floyd's The Wall and Hot Rod. I must admit, I used to be quite obsessed with The Wall, and I still sort of am. Hot Rod was in my DVD player continually for the entire summer, amusing me with it's parody stupidity. Coming up in last place is UHF, directed and starred in by Weird Al. It's another hilarious movie, with so many film references it's crazy. Watching it one time won't do, you need to see it multiple times to absorb the full effect. I have the soundtrack on tape, sitting around somewhere. Don't forget This Is Spinal Tap, also boasting one vote. Spinal Tap is just a hilarious movie, with a bunch of hilarious quotes and songs.
Well, there you have it. A poll completed. Check over by the sidebar, there might be another one there by the time you read this.

Music

Eve Noir, know how you mentioned the crazies you get at your library sometimes? Well, we get them here too. I was Looking at CDs, when all of a sudden, this dude pointed to a David Bowie album and said, "That CD is a Rock 'n' Roll must. It's the reason I decided to go to college for music. It changed my life." I nodded, smiled, and said, "oh". Then he asked if I was into Punk, and pointed out a book to me. It was called Just Kill Me. Lovely. I told him I would look into it. My thoughts at the time? I was trying to figure out whether to be creeped out or feel pity. Thanks, dude who enjoys giving musical recommendations to strangers. The part that really topped it off? He had on a jacket. Specifically, the same freakin' one I had just gotten. Sure, a few more pins and stuff, but otherwise the same. In his defense, however, the Bowie album is pretty good. Not life changing, but pretty good. I can't remember it's name at the time, though.
So, I'd like to broaden my musical horizons. Any recommendations? If it's mainstream, that's more convenient, because our library is more likely to have it. I tend to favor music that is older, from the 70's or 80's. As long as it's rock, I'll probably enjoy it. Well, except for metal. I've never been a big fan of that...
Please post your suggestions!

Is This Michigan, Or planet Hoth?

Yay for Star Wars quotes!! Anyway, it's incredibly snowy in my area, leading to some dangerous driving and navigation situations. I would know, I've already had to deal with them. And I don't even drive...

So, yesterday, I went to Ashley's house after school. Alix was there as well, and it was really fun. We just pretty much hung out, and played on the Internet. Well, Ashley's parents gave both Alix and I a ride home, and that was when I first learned of the terrible state of the roads. When we left school, it was still sunny out. Not anymore! It was a bit of a long trip, because her parents were intent on embarrassing Ash and I on the topic of our dating...well, no matter. We dropped Alix off, then headed over to my place. Well, when her dad pulled in my insanely twisty driveway, he veered off and drove onto the little grade right next to it. I hopped out and tried to help him push it out, but it was to no avail. All we did was drive it deeper in, and nearly hit the fence. Ashley and her mom came inside, and we ended up having to call the dude who plows our driveway, who fortunately lives nearby.

We sat around in my kitchen for a while, waiting for him to drive the .8 miles to our house. Finally, he got there and helped us shovel it out of the gigantic snowbank and put salt down for traction. After that, it was all good. Ashley got home, I got home, and our driveway got plowed. The dude with the snow plow even threw in a complimentary bag of salt!

Monday happened to be my Grandpa's birthday, and we were planning on going over to their nearby house to celebrate it. First, however, we had to brave the treacherous roads into town so we could pick up his gifts. It wasn't too horrible going in, because we were behind a plow most of the way. Unfortunately, the restaurant we were going to get him a gift certificate had closed 15 minutes before we got there. They were still inside, and could see us, but apparently rules are rules...

When we got to my grandparents house, we were greeted well after our four-day trip. As soon as the pleasantries were done, however, my grandma pointed to my coat and said, "what on Earth is that?" I am just a little used to that question when concerning clothes, going from a fedora hat to a bright blue shirt, clashing with my normal bland colors. I told her how I had gotten it, and the subject was dropped.
Pretty much, that was my day. Enjoy.

Chicago: An Overview

Today is the day we return home from our adventures in Chicago. We walked around downtown for a little while today, and did a bit of shopping before the train left. I got some sweet pins and a necklace like Jim Morrison wore from the Hard Rock Cafe gift shop, and a little Lego dude from the Lego store. That's about it for our remaining time in the windy city.
So, what did I think of the place overall? Read on to find out.
I think it's a pretty sweet city, overall. The only place I have to compare it to is Detroit, Michigan's major big city. I'll rate it on cleanliness, coolness, food, and fun factor. First up, cleanliness. I think it's the less clean of the two cities I've been to. Half the time, the air was perfumed with the disgusting scent of raw sewage, something a country boy like myself does not enjoy. There was a lot of litter, and although it's somewhat unavoidable in a big city, it was compounded by the fact they rarely empty the trash cans on the corners. At least, that's what I was told.
Chicago is off the charts on coolness. In Detroit, and Lansing, you would have a tough time finding shops like we did there. They also get a lot more shows and concerts in Chicago than in D-town, which is a contributing factor to the rating. It's cool just to be able to walk down a street and be amazed by the sheer size of the buildings. On Friday, on the way home from BMG, we drove past an awesome cityscape view. I realized, through the fog of sleepiness, that in each of the lit windows, there was an apartment. That apartment has a family in it. Each one of those families has members living their own lives, dealing with their own troubles. How incredibly humbling, to realize that.
The food in Chicago is...amazing. I ate Ethiopian, Cafe food, bar food, authentic Chinese breakfast, Greek, and thin-crust pizza. It...was...awesome. I had planned on writing detailed descriptions of each, but how can one? It was just too good for words.
The fun factor fits in with coolness, but it is also totally rad. I'm not sure if it's even possible to not have fun. I mean, they have at least one parade a week!!! Festivals in the summer!! Fireworks twice a week when it's the right weather!! Crazy, man.
Would I move there? No, but I would go back again and again.

Chicago, Day Three

Today was probably the most uneventful day of our trip so far. We got up, and got on the bus pretty early to go to a restaurant in China Town for breakfast. It was my first time on public transportation in 2 years, and it was interesting enough. Our main event today was to go to a Chinese New-Year parade, but it didn't start for three hours. We went to a few shops in China Town to pass the time. Were you aware they leave raw fish sitting out for a really long time in those places? Neither was I, until today. Nasty smells greeted our noses wherever we went.
The parade started, and it was pretty cool. We got a good place to watch, up on a balcony overhead. There were a few of the traditional dragons and stuff like that, but it was mostly businesses advertising. A thing that interested me was the sheer size of it. If you live in a small town, like I do, you get accustomed to small parades. I'd swear this one was over a mile long!
After the parade, we went back to our friends' house and spent a large chunk of time online. At six, we walked to the El station and rode it to a pizza parlor to watch the Superbowl. I imagine the commercials were funny, as always, but I couldn't tell because they refused to turn off the music in there so we could hear the TVs. OK, if it was a full bar I could understand why not, but we were one of the only tables in there!!
After that, we came home again, watched The Office, and went to bed. Oh, by the way, the El is an elevated subway sorta thing.

Chicago, Day Two

Ahh, yet another glorious day in Chicago. After a totally tasty breakfast, we set out to embark on our second day of tourism.

Our plan for today was to visit all of the cool shops they have around here. Our first stop was a Burlington Coat factory, since my mom wanted to pick up a warmer coat. I was looking at the men's coats as well, because I was sort of trying to find a coat like the Ramones all wore. I did find one, but it was way too expensive to justify. My mom's friend, however, told me he had an old biker jacket just like it that he outgrew. He wanted to get rid of it, so he would feel better about getting a new one. To make a long story short, I currently look and feel like a Ramone.

Our second stop was a furniture store, because they are redecorating and wanted to check some stuff out. This place was awesome. All the furniture in there fit my tastes, which is rare. They had one chair that was basically a unicycle sans-wheel, with pedals that rotated and everything. It was sweet.

We then went to eat, and after that visited two more shops. The first was a toy shop of sorts, that Eve Noir would have loved. It was entirely those weird little doll-like plastic models, most of which were odd in one way or another. The other shop was a comic book store, and it was pretty cool. I never really got involved in any comic books, because there are absolutely no shops near us that sell them, but they still had some sweet stuff. They even had a Cthulhu statue!!!
Next, another record store. This place had new in addition to used, but of course there are relatively few people still recording on vinyl. I got Road to Ruin by the Ramones, which is still in it's original vacuum wrap.

On to the entire reason for visiting Chicago: Spamalot. If you enjoy the film, but aren't sure if you want to spend the money to see a live version, I strongly recommend it. The lines are different, the jokes are better, and it has an entirely different plot. I laughed the whole way through. It was very well done, and involved audience participation.

I know you're probably going to be getting sick of my tales of the windy city soon, but that's just too darn bad.

Chicago, Day One

Wow. I have A ton of stuff to say about the windy city, and I've only been here for 12 hours. For room and time constraints, I'm going to have to leave out all meals, and recap them in a later post.

After we were picked up from the train station, ate lunch, and got to where we were staying, we went with my mom's friends to get dinner and go to the concert. We arrived pretty early, so they decided to take us to a few stores first. Specifically, used record and book stores. As soon as I heard that, I woke up from my slight doze and focused in on everything said, suddenly excited and energetic about getting where we were going. We got to the first store, and as soon as we walked in I knew I was going to lose a lot of money very quickly. A quick glance at the cassette tape rack confirmed these thoughts, as I noticed tons of tapes I would like to own. I walked over to the record display, and nearly fell over. Right there, at the very front of the rack, was an LP of the Boomtown Rats' first album. I grabbed it up, and was overjoyed by the price I read, only 5 dollars. I flipped through the selection frantically, discovering another Boomtown Rats album as I did. There were no other records I was interested in, but that was no matter.

I turned to the tape rack again, this time prepared to take in the full array. I walked away from it holding 5 nearly-new tapes, all of which I'd been wanting for some time. Well, really, I found 7 I wanted, but my mother made me put 2 back. Darn.

After we left there and ate, it was time to proceed to the Blue Man Group concert. How shall I sum that up? Really, I'm not sure if that's even possible. It was...incredible. Like a combination of Rock music and comedy, it made me laugh from the beginning to the end, with no pause. I actually got really close to a few of them, because I was lucky enough to have an aisle seat. My mom had a bit of an issue with the enormous amount of toilet-paper they used during the finale, but I'm sure they had to recycle it. I was somewhat glad I wasn't one of the "lucky" people chosen to go up on stage, but I'm also a bit disappointed. It looked, although humiliating and sometimes painful, really cool. My band teacher actually got to do the Twinkie bit when she went to see them in Las Vegas, and she got a bunch of free stuff.

Well, there you have my first day in Chicago. Expect updates.

The Windy City Awaits

I dare you to try and guess where I am right now. Nope, not school. Not home, either. The library, you ask? No, they would kick me out for skipping class. Give up? I'm on a train! Pretty cool, right? Thank goodness for wireless Internet! I got on at 6 this morning, and we're getting off around lunch. The crazy thing is, if I was at school today, it would only be the passing time between 2nd and 3rd hour. I was dead tired earlier, but now I'm just bored. Obviously, there's no one online right now. Everyone else is busy getting an education to try and become a benefit to society.

I'm really excited about Chicago. Tonight, we're going to see Blue Man Group, tomorrow Spamalot, and Sunday we're going to a Chinese New-Year parade. We haven't figured out exactly what to do throughout the day yet, but I'm sure it will be easy enough to pass the time. I'm blasting the Violent Femmes right now, because they always remind me of Chicago.

The only issue I can possibly foresee with this trip is missing my friends, especially Ashley. I said I'd try and call her, but the busy schedule I've got set up currently will make that difficult. I won't be able to really get a chance to IM at all, because all of the main attractions I'll be seeing are evening things (Spamalot, BMG, etc.). Still, I'll try and have fun.

It's Chicago, how could I not have fun?

My Hair!!

Currently, I'm a little freaked out. I just got a haircut, and although they didn't take much off, it's totally creepy feeling. I went from Joey Ramone to Bob Dylan in a matter of 30 minutes. OK, there's a chance of exaggeration there, but my point remains. I'm not a fan of getting my hair cut, but this time even I knew I needed it. I couldn't see very well, and it was bugging me. However, just because I need to clear up around my face doesn't mean I need to get a trim in the back as well.

Today was rather uneventful, at school. After school I walked to the library with Ashley, and had a lot of fun. The weird part was, later today my mom and I went to a different branch of the same system. At the one I walked to with Ash, I got a book by Mark Twain, the name of which I can't remember. At the second branch, I got the books The Omen and Good Omens, the second being a parody of the first. I've heard how good The Omen is, and I've been wanting to read it for a while. Actually, I first heard how good it is while listening to a review of it's parody, which is somewhat ironic. I'm a fan of one of the authors of the parody, the reason for my listening to a review of it. To be totally truthful here, I wasn't even aware The Omen was a book before it became a movie. No, I haven't seen either movie.

Why must the Internet be devoid of other people tonight? I leave you with that.

Chicago Calls

Well, turns out the free day I wrote about yesterday isn't until Friday, for some odd reason. I'm not going to be at school on Friday, so I pretty much get the short end of the stick. Although, they won't be getting to use my Guitar Hero anyway, so I guess the bitter side of me is fulfilled.
As a matter of fact, I won't be at school the next Monday, either. Would you like to know why? No? Too bad, it's my blog. I'm going to Chicago!! It's been two years since I've been in Chicago, and I can't wait. We're going to see the play Spamalot, in accordance to my Monty Python fandom. We also will be going to see Blue Man Group perform, which we missed out on last time. Finally, in addition to that, we'll get to enjoy all of the obligatory good eats that are found in the windy city, as well as all of the sweet shops. The ironic thing is, Spamalot is coming to Detroit for two weeks after we get back, so our excuse to go is a little less substantial.
We're taking the train down there, which is a really cool experience. It's pretty much 8 or 9 hours of sitting around, reading, chatting, and having a good time. Also, the people you'll find on a train are often way cooler than most people, so starting up conversations is a snap. Last time, we sat next to an interesting (and incredibly annoying) dude who, in between strummings on his guitar, told anyone willing to listen his life story. Yes, he brought a guitar. The amusing thing was, you could totally tell about 80% of his tale was complete fiction. If you've never taken a train before, I highly recommend it next time you're not in a hurry. It's a really cool part of the vacation, in my opinion.
What's that? Will I be bringing my guitar on the train? Good question. No, for two reasons. First is, I have an electric, and can't play anyone else's guitar because of my left-handedness. Second, I'd really rather not be an attention-starved tale-teller like the dude we sat by two years ago was.
Someday, though...who knows?

A Day In The Life

Good morning, readers. I had fun at the dance, although it was somewhat lame. There were a bunch of little 6th and 7th graders there, sitting around awkwardly. Other than Ashley and Alix, no one I knew was really there. The D.J. was somewhat crappy, too. His first offense was playing You Shook Me (All Night Long) as a sound check. Then, he only played one slow song, st the very beginning. Really, if you want to get nit-picky, it wasn't even a slow song, but that's what the dude announced it as. Still, despite all things against it, I did have fun.
Tomorrow in 6th hour we're playing Guitar Hero, which is quite anticipated (at least by me). Technically, it's a free day in the gym as a sort of break from Exams, but those of us less than athletically inclined convinced the teacher to let us set up a TV in the corner of the gym. I can't wait to demonstrate my mad skills, the kind only obtained by spending most of my summer playing non-stop. Product of a wasted childhood? Probably. Really cool? Definitely.
I'm having a bit of a hard time finding books to read. I think the Twilight series ruined all other books for me, which stinks. After I finished them, I read a few Discworld books, then moved on to On The Road, which sat on my bookshelf for about half a year before I finally got around to finishing it. I checked out two Kurt Vonnegut books and Catcher In The Rye from the library, and wound up not reading either of the Vonnegut books. The other one was pretty good, but when I tried recommending it to a friend, I discovered our school library doesn't carry it. Figures, I suppose.
Is that the school bell I hear? Why, yes it is!

Bust A Move!

Good day, everyone. I'm sitting here, checking my E-mail and watching crappy children's programming, when I decided to post. I'm going into town in about half an hour, to return a stack of CDs to the library. Since I've gotten my new MP3 player, I've been going to the library and getting enormous stacks of CDs, to burn to my computer. Yes, it's illegal, but as far as crimes go, it's somewhat minor. Also, I have bought CDs I've checked out from the library in the past, just to get the liner notes.
At 7 tonight, I'm going to a dance with Ashley. I've heard they can be pretty lame, but I think the only reason they have been in the past is because I wasn't there. How can a party be any good if I'm not there? I think it will be cool. The only problem I have with dances is the music they play. I don't like rap and all that stuff at all. I can (kinda) dance to rock, but they don't play much. The point at which they play You Shook Me (All Night Long) is probably my most impressive dancing of the entire thing. Thankfully, I'm going there to have a good time, not impress other people.
So far, only two of the people I chose for the Honest Scrap thing did it...I'll be watching you all.

One Of Those Funky Awards...

Thank you, Diane, for passing the Honest Scrap thingy on to me. I've no real idea what they are, but I'll take a stab at it anyway. Apparently, I have to write down ten honest things about myself. Well, it can't be that difficult!

1. I'm a Boy Scout. OK, I think you all know that, but I still feel it's somewhat important.

2. I hate talking to people on the phone. If it's the only method of communication available, I'll partake, but I'd really rather just E-mail someone or IM them.

3. I really enjoyed the Twilight series. It's obviously not geared towards me, but I still found it really good.

4. As far as computers go, I'm actually quite inexperienced. I've gotten better, but I still don't get some stuff, especially HTML.

5. I hate waking up in the mornings. 5:30 every weekday. If I was being interrogated, the sound of my alarm clock could probably be used to extract secrets I didn't even know I knew.

6. I'm a victim of the whole Axe scam. I use their products, and all that evil. I'm a teen dude, and those ads do voodoo magic on my brain.

7. I wear black socks. People seem surprised to find that out, for some reason.

8. Even though I'm 14, I still love to play with Legos. Call me a freak if you wish.

9. I'm left-handed. Curse the oppressive right handers, designing tools and stuff I can't use!

10. I don't get cable or satellite. It totally stinks. At our old house we did, but we traded for high-speed Internet. I would rather have this Internet capability, but it stinks to hear about shows I don't get over the air.

Wow, that was harder than it looked. Seriously, in between IMs and searching for my phone, it took me about 2 hours. Now, I get to choose 5 blogs to do this as well. My choices are:

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  Chase, from Mostly Boring (with a Chance of Random)


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  Ashley, from Oh The Randomness...


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  sAm, from I've Been Set Free


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  Angiebabby, from Angiebabby's Completely Random Blogspot!


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  Steve, from Livin' The Life

I'd love to hear your ten truthful things. All of you were chosen for a reason, from curiosity to vague threats...

100th Post!

Sweet! Lots and lots of round numbers today! I knew that today was going to be Boyd's World's 100th post, but I also just noticed my hit counter is at 200 even. That's pretty freaky, in my book.
Well, I've got to suffer through exams today, tomorrow, and Thursday. We have half days, so it's not as unbearable, but they still kind of stink. Today, I have my Social Studies exam, and my Health teacher is just teaching right through them because today is the last day of the class. On Monday, we go straight to EMP, employability skills. Thursday, I have band, which will be pretty easy. I have another class, but it's taught by the same teacher as Health, who apparently doesn't believe in exams. Wednesday, though, is going to be the real nightmare. First, I have Science, which is currently my best subject, but the teacher really pushes our class to the breaking point. Then, the most dreaded class of all, that makes even the toughest of students cringe: Algebra 1. I have an 89.7% percent, and unless I get an A on it, I'll have a B+ in that class. Now, I'm sure that sounds like a good grade to most, but currently I have an impeccable record of all A's in Jr. High. If I manage to keep that going for just 2 more marking periods, I'll be eligible for a really sweet award. I know, blah blah blah, your nerdiness is showing, but its been a goal of mine since 6th grade.
I'm kind of looking forward to EMP, and kind of not. I think it will be a good class, but I have no idea what I want my final career to be. OK, really I want to be a rock star, but that's not an option for me. Well, this one dude did select musician as a career, but he knows how to play guitar, which is useful. I'm my bands singer, not guitarist, and I don't plan on belting it out in front of my entire class. I'm not really even that great of a singer, but that doesn't matter too much when in a rock band. However, when going solo in front of a classroom, it does matter. Big time. I think I'll go for radio D.J., since I know a little about that occupation, and it deals with music. It's not what I plan on being my final job, but it will work for now.
Well, wish me luck on exams...

Snow Day!!

Snow day! Actually, extreme cold day, but I don't feel like getting too technical. I woke up to my alarm, looked at it, and thought to myself, "If it's not a snow day, my mom can come in and wake me up." Turns out, my gamble paid off. Also, my mom teaches at my school, so she gets the phone call when there is no school. As a matter of fact, I almost had her as a teacher this year, but I transferred out of the class. Not that I didn't want to be in her class, but I figured I would be a total jerk the whole hour. Even now, I come into her classroom between hours and steal candy.
So...later today, I'm going to see Grand Turino. I don't think I've ever seen a real Clint Eastwood movie, so I'm kind of looking forward to it. Well, I saw the end of Million Dollar Baby, but I really just wasn't a fan of the movie. Actually, if I don't get my room cleaned, I won't be going, but I think I can post this to my blog, IM, and then get it cleaned. Was that a run-on? Too bad. I think I focus enough on grammar and stuff that it doesn't really matter if I make the occasional mistake.
Guess what? Last night, I went to a school board meeting with my mom because we had helped implement recycling at the school, and I saw my old elementary teacher there. When we walked by, she said hi to my mom, but not to me. I was a little upset, because I was in the office all the time (for good stuff, usually) and she didn't say hi. I already had my suspicions she didn't know who I was, because a few months ago she walked into my Health class, and recognized a kid who left my elementary in 3rd grade. Well, I was determined to figure out if she knew who I was.
During the meeting, she mentioned a thing at the elementary that required volunteers. I need service hours for a requirement in Boy Scouts anyway, so after the meeting I came up to her and asked if I could help out. During the little conversation we had, it became quite obvious she had no clue who I was. Now, I don't exactly blame her, since I practically had a buzz cut when I left 5th grade, and was a lot heavier. Now, I have shoulder-length curly black hair, and although I've technically gained weight, I've also gotten about 10 inches taller, which really slims a person out. I suppose I'll have to mention my name at some point next week during the thing, so she will have some clue who I am.
Well, I've blabbered on for about 45 minutes now, and if I'm gonna make the movie, I need to get some cleaning done...

Mindless Writing

Hello, everyone. Yesterday's post seemed a little insignificant, so I think I'll post again today. I'm afraid to say, I haven't exactly been following that book I got too well...apparently, the first step to changing your life is learning how to do one simple task every day. I think I'll try and do a day occasionally, but it seems like a bit of a hard concept. Tomorrow's is the "write a letter to a famous serial killer" day, and I think I'll do that. No, I still haven't decided who. The book actually has a list of them in there, and their mailing addresses (in prison, obviously) so I think it will be one of them. I wonder how much the mail to them has gone up since this book was published? Better yet, do they enjoy getting the mail, or does it upset them? Well, I'm typing mine, with no name or return address, so it doesn't really matter if they like it or not.

I hate those days when you can't type at all. I've been using only the laptop for the last 2 weeks, and now that I'm back to an actual keyboard, the difficulty presented by habit is becoming apparent. Also, sitting on the floor cross-legged while working on the laptop is difficult.
OK, well, this post has gone on long enough. Peeps are online, and they want to talk to me...why keep them waiting?

Death Has A Shadow, Pt. 2

Does anyone remember Death Has A Shadow? Probably not, since it was before anyone started following Boyd's World. Well, it occurred on the way to the gun range, where my grandpa blasted country music, which I'm not a fan of. Well, on the way Sunday, he did it again. This time, though, instead of slowly dying, I tried to figure out the best way to turn all the songs into rock. It was still painful, but at least I didn't nearly die. Once again, my grandma decided to play it as I was trying to work with her dial-up Internet on her crappy computer today.
Woe is the life of Drew, musically.

Back To School...

Well, school is back in session. There goes my staying up until midnight and sleeping in until 12... Now I'm back to the whole getting up at 5 thing again.
Scrubs is back on T.V., finally! It moved to ABC, though, and a few changes have been made. First, there must be a new camera man, because there was a lot of poorly done panning and stuff. Second, they fired one of the characters, my favourite, the janitor. Worse yet, we never even got to learn his name! Finally, at the end of each episode, there's a little 2-minute comedy routine thing, kind of like the beginnings of Seinfeld towards the end of the series. It's really fast paced, and kind of lame. There were two new episodes on last night, and the second one was utterly depressing. No plot, other than J.D. and Turk sitting with a dude who is about to die. It was quite morbid, talking all about death and stuff.
Stephen showed me this site on Saturday. It's really cool, and both me and Ashley already have our own channels created. For those of you who won't visit it unless I tell you what it is, Pandora is an online radio station. When you create a profile there, it has you enter the name of a song or artist, then it goes through millions of songs to find ones with similar musical qualities. Apparently, the site was started as a huge project to classify all music by styles and techniques, and lets you see why any particular thing was played. If you don't like something it plays, it will remove it from the list of songs for the station and never play it again. It's totally legal, too, because it just plays the songs, and doesn't download them.
Sometimes, it seems like everything is on this World Wide Web somewhere...

Cool Thoughts Inspired By My Party

Well, my awesome party went great. Two people never showed up though, so me and Stephen were the only guys. I had absolutely tons of fun. We got to exchange Christmas gifts, because we couldn't on the last day of school. I got a leather-bound journal that I love, and a sweet Ramones T-shirt that comes with an amusing story.

OK, so on Monday of this past week, my mom and I went into town so I could return a sweater that I had gotten. I asked if I could get a T-shirt from Hot Topic instead of a different sweater, because I had been keeping my eye on a few they had there, a Ramones one and a Cure one. I decided to get the Ramones one, because every rock star needs at least one, right? Well, I got home and logged on so I could burn a few CDs. Alix and Ashley were online, so I IMed them, to see what they were doing. Conversation was pretty much at a standstill, and in order to keep it going, I told them about my new T-shirt. Alix started flipping out, and then told me to describe it. I did, and it turned out she had already gotten me the same exact shirt for Christmas. I started to laugh, and I told her I would return it. We did on Friday, and I got the sweet Cure shirt instead.

The party itself was great too. The basement was actually really nice looking, what with all the lava lamps, disco balls, and Christmas lights I put up. We got the couch, too, and it is really comfy. The basement was pretty much transformed from storage space to party place in a day, and I plan on keeping it the way it is. We hooked my MP3 player up to my guitar amp, and used that for music. Stephen and Ashley brought some music with them ,and assisted me in my goal to fill up all 8 gigabytes of my new MP3 player. I've been going pretty crazy with it, putting almost me and my moms entire CD library on it, and I've made a few trips to the library as well. The weird thing is, I have more of the stuff I kind of like, but less of my all-time favourites. Like, I have 6 Depeche Mode CDs on there, but only one 2-disc Oingo Boingo CD. By the way, Oingo Boingo is great party music, I've discovered. I don't use illegal downloading sites, either, because I know when I'm a rock star, I wouldn't want peeps to use them to get my music. Plus, I don't have administrative powers with this computer, and it won't let me download anything. I can't even use Mozilla Firefox, because I can't download flash player. Yesterday, Stephen showed me some sweet online radio stations, and I think I'm going to start listening to those more often.

Well, I feel as though today I had some rather productive posting. Perhaps, then, I shall end this post. Yup, definitely.