Sickness

I thought my cold was almost gone...I was wrong. I thought it was just a major cough, but it turns out it's targeting one symptom at a time. Now, my nose is dripping like a faucet. Seriously, I've blown my nose every 3 minutes for the last 12 hours. I look like W.C. Fields. Alternately, I look like I could guide Santa's sleigh.
So, going through school oozing from the face was definitely bad enough. However, that was not the worst. No where near the worst. The worst was the party I was going to after school. Even under the best of conditions, the party would have been only somewhat fun, because A. I was the only dude going and B. I knew almost no one. See, I've got two friends that I've known virtually my whole live. They were in "play group" with me when I was younger. We've stayed in touch, and today was one of their B-days. Neither of them go to my school, so all of their friends are people I've never met.
Now, normally this wouldn't be that bad. I was older than all of them, because they're 7th graders, and I could just be the cool older Rock Star. Unfortunately, I instead became the drippy kid. I swear, during the 2 hours I was there, I used up at least a box of Kleenex. I actually had to leave early because of that...it stunk.
Well, once again I'm going to have to ask you all to wish me luck getting healthy. Yes, I'm a selfish person. Too bad, it's not like I'm forcing you to read this. Or am I...???

Blogging Under The Influence

I've had a messed up day. I've had a cold since Tuesday, and it got worse today. I figured that if I took some serious strength cough-syrup, and tried to not talk much, I'd be fine. That was where I went wrong.
When I say serious strength cough-syrup, I'm not talking about Robitussin. I've had past horrible experiences with coughing, and the doctor gave me a scrip for the codeine stuff. I took a low dosage, and figured I'd be fine. Yeah. By the time the school bell rang, I was having a hard time walking without passing out. As I stood in the hallway talking to Ashley, I started to fall over and lean on her shoulder.
Our first hour teacher always leaves the lights off in the front row, and I have a hard time staying awake even after a can of Diet Coke. Obviously, today was a lot worse. I finished the assignment he gave us, and tried to sleep on my desk. I didn't actually manage to fall asleep, but I achieved a sense of distorted conscious where nothing made sense.
I probably would have fallen asleep, but the dork behind me, Johnny boy, decided to entertain himself by poking me in the back with a pencil. I ignored it the first couple times, but then I spun around and slapped the pencil out of his hand. I curled back up on my desk and resumed the thought insanity, but Johnny was a repeat offender. This time, I slowly turned around, grabbed the writing utensil, and held it as I once again tried to sleep. He sat there for a second, and then got up and bugged me to give it back. I told him I would, but I also told him if he touched me again I'd cut him without a second thought. I meant it, too.
I walked throughout the day in a weird, weird fog. People moved slowly, but my thoughts moved slower. It took such a physical effort to keep my eyes open, nothing else could occupy my attention. I couldn't really control my voice level, and I spoke in a low, quiet voice that was very un-me. This went on until lunch, when the food woke me up a bit.
I felt fine for a while, other than pretty bad chest pains due to coughing. then, my mom and I went running. If you've never ran with horrible chest pain before, let me tell you that you don't want to. It...sucks. I managed to do all 6 intervals, but I was hurting. As I walked to the car, I could not walk in a straight line.
When I got home, I had to clean the rabbit's pen, and as I walked across the field to the place where I dump his litter, the sky was slightly spinning. It was a different feeling than earlier today, and although it was more bearable, it still sucked. As I described it to my mom, my head felt like it was full of springs. When I moved my eyes, everything got all weird for a second.
Now, after some healing elixir (Diet Coke) and a few hours of rest, I feel (pretty much) normal. My chest still feels like its got a wire-brush in it, but other than that I'm OK. Now, I'm left with the question of why anyone would purposely invoke those feelings. Seriously, I felt like crap all day. It sucked. I'm gonna have to take more cough syrup soon, and I'm not looking forward to it. Fortunately, I'll be sleeping this time. I hope I get better soon...

Weekend Update

So, I went camping this weekend. I would have posted yesterday, but I was so busy catching up on stuff I follow I didn't have time. It was our Boy Scout "Polar Bear" campout, during which we have to spend 24 hours outdoors in the cold. Normally, it's a horrible campout, but this year it was great, because it was a really warm weekend.
It was actually the most fun scout activity I've done in a while, which was nice. I even managed to refrain from killing anyone! The best part was probably playing football and 500 with a Nerf ball, because although I stink at throwing a real football, I've got mad Nerf skills. The only crappy part about that was our SPL made us do 10 push-ups every time people got muddy, such as when tackling. I thought that that was really stupid, and it took away a little bit of the fun. I mean, even we were having fun, they managed to take just a little bit away from us.
That night was pretty cold, but it was probably because I had to pee most of the night. Also, my sleeping bag is a little bit small for me, and it's not rated very low temperature-wise. My back still feels really messed up after spending the whole night laying on the ground with out a pillow...actually, my whole body hurts. I wish I knew why, but I'm going to blame a combination of being tackled during football and running aches. My training for that half-marathon I mentioned is going good, but my skins are starting to hurt. I tried going running after the campout, but my legs just hurt too bad. I ended up just taking a nice walk, instead.
In other news, I finally got a record player. A friend of my mom's that had told me he would give me his finally did. It was really our fault, because we didn't stop over by his place to pick it up... All of the records I got in Chicago sound GREAT. The Ramones album was brand new, and was made of thicker vinyl, but it sounded just as good as the other ones that were cleaned. I'm worried I put a scratch in one of my Rats albums, though...
Well, I hear the schoolbell, therefore I must end this post. Peace out!

Bass Guitars

Hello, my dear readers. I was going to write a post based on a randomly generated topic, from one of the various sites online, but I didn't find any I liked. It's probably all for the better, since I doubt I could manage to write more than a few sentences without getting bored. Therefore, instead, I think I'm going to write about my band until I think of something better.
Crush Of Society has finally got all parts of the essential band represented. I allowed my former bassist to re-join, probably a bad choice on my part, and I spoke to a dude in my scout troop and got him to agree to play guitar. We've got a temporary drummer, but he said he would only stay long enough for us to record one song (for an Employability Skills interview). I was just going to sing, but due to some recent developments, there's a chance I'll be playing bass as well. To go into more detail about those recent developments would involve a lot more writing, but I think it's worth it.
As I may have mentioned earlier, my guitar is currently broken. I recently diagnosed it, after having found holding a TV remote too close to the pickups will ruin it. Yes, I am that dumb. No need to remind me. So, in an attempt to get a new guitar that would fit my budget, I went to the local pawn shop. Lucky for me, my uncle just got a job there, so I knew I would have someone on my side to help me out. I went in, and as soon as he saw me, he took me over to the guitar rack and started talking. He told me he didn't want to let me walk out with a right handed guitar, because he felt that it would be a bad move. Quite honestly, I don't care much. I want a guitar that is going to work, and will last a while, before I'm going to worry about how the cutouts fit my hands and how the body hollows fit my ribcage. However, he seemed pretty bent on it, so I complied, knowing not to would be a disaster.
The problem was this: there was only one left-handed guitar currently in stock, and it was a bass. I had went looking for a regular, 6-string electric. However, when I picked it up and held it, it just seemed...right. I remembered that I had been interested in playing bass a while back, but I didn'twant to try and pursue that for fear of hurting my mom's feelings, because she had just gotten me the electric. I'm not sure if breaking it in order to get one was the best idea, but it's a bit late for that.
There are quite a few bass players that dominate the band, and I have no problem with joining their ranks. The Violent Femmes had the world's best bass player, and the Dead Milkmen's dude wasn't that bad, either. The next problem was the fact a lot of people feel the bassist can't also sing. To this I say: you're an unschooled fool, and don't deserve to purchase a Crush Of Society record until you get a proper rock education. Hello? Pink Floyd?? Roger Waters was the bassist, and he still managed to sing and lead the band.
As one last little comment, bass carries the whole band. The volume doesn't have to be turned down all the way, as most heavy metal fans say. I personally enjoy a song with a good bass section, as it is often much catchier of a tune.
So, to conclude this whole bass guitar purchasing thing, I'm currently waiting to find out what the price of the guitar is going to be. It was marked in the store as $185, but I found the manufacturer's site, and they have it listed brand new for $120. I don't think I'm gonna pay $185 anymore, if you know what I mean. I was going to put my purchase on layaway, but if it's anywhere near what I'm thinking it will be, I'm just going to walk out with it. My mom keeps telling me I should wait until my birthday, but that's a little less than 2 months from now. I'm not sure if I can really wait that long...
Hmm, looks like thoughts about a topic never did turn up. I suppose today's topic was all about bass, after all.

The Future Of Blogging

A question has been really persistent in my mind lately: what is the future of this blog? Moreover, what will happen to the rest of you, out there? Even the oldest blogs I've seen out here in Blogger are only from 2005, and they're all the ones with 100+ followers. Will we who started more recently eventually reach this stage? Am I going to have 100+ followers soon?
Or maybe the only people who were able to stay in it this long are the people who have that many followers. Did the rest just quit? Who knows...
I think my goal is to keep this blog going for as long as possible. If blogger faces any great financial or technical issues, you'll see me at the rallies to save it. Over the past year (yes, it's only been that long), I've grown to think of this place as my Internet home. I mean, it would be nice to get a big break and become famous like Vodka Mom, but I'm just happy to know at least a few people are reading the mindless rambling I type. If I managed to survive the point in time where I had 0 followers, the greater part of the time Boyd's world has been around, then I'm sure I'll survive having 17, like I currently do. It's almost better, in a way I can't really explain.
Will a new genre in writing begin to crop up, the Blog genre? It would be like the autobiography section that currently exists, but a bit more eclectic, more realistic. I don't mean to say that normal autobiographies aren't truthful, but they're written after the actual event. The author has gained new perceptions, that may affect the descriptions of the raw emotion. With blogging, a person often writes right after something happens. They've still got the unfiltered feelings, and it just tends to seem more...honest, if that makes sense.
Well, I know I want that elusive book deal; do you?

An Unread Letter

Dear preppy, gossipy girls in band,
What is your deal? I'm afraid I've never quite gotten the whole "torture a person to insanity" form of entertainment, and I've never really cared to get a demonstration. What do you people not get about the classic way of telling someone to stop bugging you, "f**k off"?
I just don't really see the amusement in making someone mad. Why does it amuse you to see me angry? I'm starting to wonder how on earth I got elected class president, what with all the people who seem to dislike me in this school. Now, I'm cool with people hating me. In fact, I like it; at least then there are no uncertain terms. However, when people decide to try and mess with my head, it really starts to annoy me. How many times do you have to hear me say that I have personal space issues (touch my hair and die) before you understand that I'm not kidding? Obviously, more than the number I've already said.
Seriously, where's the point? What is wrong with your head that you find amusement in this? Seriously, I've really relaxed my opinions on preps and such, but it's people like you that cause the properly-earned prejudice. No wonder all of us rejects (those not willing to sell emotion for false friendships) have such opinions. How could anyone have a good word to say about someone as vile as you?
I think I've said my 47 cents worth, and that's all I can really do. Thank goodness for the wonder of being able to express my thoughts through this blog...

Silence of the Vegetables

I was inspired to create this by a recent supermarket experience. When we were in line at the checkout, I noticed the movie Silence of the Lambs right next to a Veggie Tales movie. My mom told me it would make a hilarious blog post, and I'm relying on you to tell me if she was right or not.
Wouldn't it be a pretty pointless movie, though, because there's nothing wrong with eating or skinning (peeling) vegetables, is there?

Movie Review: Watchmen

Hey, so I just got home from seeing the movie Watchmen. I had no idea I was even going to until I read it on my mom's blog...It was pretty good. Therefore, I decided to do a review. Congrats, in that you happen to follow my blog and are lucky enough to be able to read this.
My first comment is definitely going to have to do with the fact it was rated "R" for a reason. Nudity, violence, profanity, the whole nine yards. My question is this: why did Dr. Manhattan stop wearing his only article of clothing about 10 minutes into the movie? Why was he even nude in the first place? Bruce Banner wore clothes even though he knew there was a risk he would suddenly become a giant and rip them, so why couldn't this super-hero? Whatever.
The violence was, well, violent. I hate gore, with the exception of really fake gore. This was really fake gore. It wasn't the Monty Python-style "made to be fake" stuff, but it was still quite crappy. Humans do not explode in the manner shown, nor does blood spray. It was very CGI.
The actual story took place in an alternate-universe version of the 80's, and they did a pretty good job with continuity. I'm glad I know so much about that time, and all the pop-culture, because otherwise I wouldn't have gotten half the jokes in it. As it was, I needed a lot of the political stuff explained.
It was a pretty good film, overall. I give it a:

4 out of 5 stars

It was good, just not five stars good. Great soundtrack, though.

Cold

I'm NOT in a good mood. Wanna know why? good, because that's my topic today.

So, yesterday, Ashley was coming over. She was going to arrive at 2 in the afternoon, and leave at 6. Well, my mom and I were going to move the couch from the basement to the living room for optimum movie-viewing, when the power went out. We went down to the basement, flicked on the lights, and got no response. I was freaking out, because I really had planned the whole afternoon around watching movies, but there wasn't too much we could do. My mom called DTE, the local power plant, and they told us they would have it fixed by 5 in the afternoon, at the latest. I called Ashley on my cell and told her to wear long sleeves, just in case they didn't get the power back on quickly. Yeah.

So, Ashley came over, and we played various board- and card- games for the next 4 hours. 5 came and went, and we still had no power. It was starting to get really cold, and I was getting annoyed. Ashley went home, and my mom, family friend Joe, and I all piled into the car and drove around, trying to see who had power and if the power people were working on the lines. We found nothing, but it was warm in the car so it didn't really matter. When we got back, there was still no power.

We made some hot cocoa on the stove, which is fortunately gas powered, and got dressed up warm. Joe went home, and we went to my grandparents house, who live nearby and had power, to get water. For those living in the city, allow me to explain further. In the country, we have our own personal well for each house. If the power goes out, the well stops pumping. no well equals no water. When we got back home, we just went to bed. There was nothing to do, because it was dark and cold. I surfed the web for a while, of course, but I didn't want to kill the battery, so that didn't provide much entertainment.
When I woke up the next morning, it was horrible. I could actually see my breathe in the house. I was reminded of going camping, except there was no warm fire to go and sit next to. We still had no water, so we had to pack up our clothes and stuff, to drive over to my grandparents to shower and stuff. That sucked, because their shower is basically a cement cubicle in the basement. The water is so mineral-rich it practically dries on your skin.
We got our power back Monday afternoon, which was nice. The house was all warm when we got home, and we kept it a bit above the norm to make up for any fuel we had saved the day before.
By the way, if this post seemed somewhat odd in tense, that is due to the fact part was written while we still had no power, and the other part was written today, with a different perspective, a different time.

Hey everyone. As a little addition to my last post, I actually decided not to go shooting that night. I didn't have any shells loaded (just trying to save the planet), and I didn't want to have my already enormous debt to my grandpa to increase. I rode home with my mom that day, and we got home to an answering machine blinking with a message from my grandma. apparently they were expecting me to get off the bus there, and when I didn't, they FREAKED. I found that a little odd, because they know I often ride home with my mom, and I don't actually live with them anymore. When I was 8, and my mom didn't work at the school, and I lived at their house, it was different. Now, I can fend for myself.
So, guess what I did yesterday? I went to band Festivals!! Festivals are a big area competition that we take part in every year, where we play three songs we've practiced and two we've never seen before. I had a ton of fun, even though our band got a 3 (the best was a 1, the worst 5). I don't look forward to the band events because of the playing, I look forward because of the fun I always have. What they say is true about band people, we do tend to stick together. OK, so there may be a few undesirable people (stupid gossipy preps who tend to whisper to each other, look in your direction, and giggle), but overall it's a nice environment. I've gotten to hang out with a lot of people I wouldn't have if it wasn't for band.
The competition was about an hour away, in the big city. The bus ride there was pretty fun, although I got a little ill-feeling because of motion sickness. When we got to the high school it was held at, there was a real culture-shock for most of us. Our school district has over an 18-mile radius, and still only has about 200 students per grade. I've been to the city in question, Flint, that we were in many times, so I had a little background experience, but apparently some people were not aware of the difference. The school had 2 pools, elevators, and hundreds of classrooms. All of the desks had doodles on them that, if they were found on desks in our schools, would earn us expulsion. They actually had lecture halls, something most kids had never seen before.
On the way home, we stopped at McDonald's. I still feel sorry for those poor employees... imagine about 100 loud, obnoxious band kids piled in one tiny place. The line was half an hour long... and I was at the back. My friend and I had time to go and play a game of air hockey (that's right - they had an arcade in the place) and get back in line with no noticeable difference.
I had thought the bus ride there was chaotic, but I hadn't seen anything yet. A busload of teens jumped up on caffeine is a bad thing indeed, believe me. It was totally dark on there the whole time, and that just seemed to add to the insanity. Towards the end, the driver was actually forced to turn on the lights in the back, to try and keep us in line.
The cool thing is, we still have a few more trips with band this year. We're going to see a Broadway play sometime soon, and we always make a trip to Cedar Point at the end of the year. There's also a lock-in, which is just pure insanity. They lock us in the school, and set us loose. I stayed up 25 hours straight that day...I'm not sure if anyone really got a good night's sleep. They didn't actually make us go to bed until 1 in the morning, and because virtually all the adults there were ladies, and the guys' half had all the TVs, we just stayed up. However, around 4 or 5, I did start to get really tired. I would be walking down the hall, and discover I somehow made it to the other end without remembering any of it. It was pretty cool, though.
Well, I've spent about an hour writing this, and I'm just tired. Tune in next time, at Boyd's World.

Shooting

Hey everyone. I can once again be found sitting in my mom's classroom, this time waiting for her to finish up with her teacher-stuff so I can go home and get ready to go shooting. I'm really not looking forward to going, although I know I'll have fun once I actually get there. I'm not exactly sure why I loathe going, but it is really hard for me to convince myself I'll have fun. I go with my grandpa, who has basically devoted his entire retired life to shooting sports. He actually owns a gun shop, which can be pretty cool. I've got a job there, where I clean muzzle-loaders and make various parts. The store specializes in muzzle-loading, although he can fix pretty much anything. It's a pretty good job.
When we go shooting on Thursdays, we shoot a few rounds of skeet. I'm in a league, so there's just one more reason for me to have to go out. If I don't shoot a certain number of birds (no, not real ones - clay discs) by a certain date, I'm disqualified. It's not like I'll win anything, either, because I'm not as good at skeet as I am good old fashioned muzzle-loading. It probably wouldn't be so bad if there was anyone my age out at the club. Instead, I get to spend 4 hours chilling with old dudes. In their defense, they do tell good stories, but it still is a bit boring.

Hmm....that was weird. 3 or 4 police-looking dudes just walked into my mom's classroom, and did some funky inspection. They apologized, because they didn't think anyone was in here, but they went on with the inspection. I think it had something to do with fire safety, but I wasn't really paying attention. The one guy, who didn't seem to have any purpose, had on a utility-belt type thing, and a bullet proof vest. I'm sure he was just afraid to have to be near us dangerous middle school kids...haahaa.
Well, I'm going to go shoot now. Wish me luck!

UBR (Unfocused Blogger Rambling)

Hey, I'm just chilling in my mom's classroom before I get my allergy shots. I feel that familiar urge to post on here, and I have the Internet at my disposal, so this is what you get.

First order of business: a question. I'm not sure what the commenter, C. Bowie Photography, was referring to when he said he was confused, so I'll answer a number of possible confusing things. If you were confused by my gratuitous use of the word "follow", then I'm afraid I can't help you out. If it was the whole question answer-thingy, I was answering something asked in a comment on my recent slideshow post about how I found someone's blog. Finally, if you were confused by the fact I am getting freaked out by the amount of music on my MP3, I don't know what to tell you. My Apologies. I hope these answers helped.

You know, I've been feeling bad lately that I haven't been posting as much as usual. Between reading webcomics, other blogs, and IMing friends, I haven't had a very open schedule. Plus, my Internet time has been reduced, so I have even less time to accomplish all other priorities. Talk about Mission: Impossible...

So, I got a bunch of sweet media stuff last night. I got 2 (yes, count it, 2) Killers CDs, the movies Clerks 2 and The Rocker. I went and saw The Rocker while it was in theatres, and I thought it was pretty good. Really, how could I not like it? It's the tale of a teen band that gets their big break. That's pretty much my dream. Crush Of Society is pretty much still none-existent. For those of you who are new to Boyd's World, by the way, that is my band. I'm the only member. Hurrah.

CDs and Followers

Hello, my dear readers, it's good to know you're out there. In response to a recently asked question (I got the E-mail when I got home today), I discover all of the blogs I follow through the followings and followers of those I follow. Could you keep up with the crazy use of the word "follow" in that sentence? Cool. In specific response to the exact question I was asked, I discovered your blog through the list of blogs my mom (sAm) follows.
I think I've got a bit of a...situation with my MP3 player. Specifically, I've become overwhelmed by the vast number of CDs I've got on it. Seriously, I've never listened to a B-52's album all the way through, yet I have 3 or 4 on there. I've been going to the library and walking away with stacks over a foot high. It's starting to be a problem, especially because I'm a bit afraid of the government tracking that stuff, and busting down my door. Fortunately, I'm a minor, so I don't get the heat. Sorry, mom.
It's also impossible to be able to listen to all of the CDs when I get that many. I get fixated on one or two, and I flood my mind with those lucky few. The rest get downloaded to my MP3 and only get played when I set it to shuffle.
Well, I've done my crappy observational humour, what more do you want? Fear not, dear readers, I'll be back again soon.

You Asked, I Gave

Movie Review: Coraline

Well, it's finally time for another movie review. What movie, you ask? Coraline. I went and saw it with a friend, and I enjoyed it a lot. Before I get to the actual review, though, I'd like to tell you what will make a movie horrible. Do you really want to know? OK. It sucks to walk in to a dark theatre, sit down, and discover the last person to sit there got a little too scared. Yeah, that happened. I nearly puked. Nasty.
OK, so back to the movie. When it started, I pretty quickly established that this "children's" movie belonged in the disturbia category more than the marketed one. Seriously, if I was a parent with a small (2-6) child, I would have walked out after about 15 minutes. The whole thing was very trippy, and not in a good way. I like movies of that style, however, so I really thought it was cool. The whole mirror-universe, slightly distorted reality thing is always a pleaser. I'd really rather not give out too much about it's plot, obviously, but I will tell you that it was good. Plus, the 3D was amazing.
My Rating?

4.756 out of 5 stars

If you are looking for a good movie to go to, this would be it.

Detroit Welcomes The Blues

Hello, my sincerest apologies for not having posted more recently. A lot has happened in the gap between this post and my last, so I'll try and fill you in.

On Monday, the day after my adventures pulling trap, I went to Detroit to see B.B. King and Buddy Guy in concert at the Fox theatre. It was an awesome concert, although B.B. did disappoint a little. However, Buddy Guy totally made up for any lacking. If you asked him his style he would say blues, but I'm pretty sure what I heard could be classified as rock. Seriously, at one point the back-up guitarist and he went into a 20 minute, Guitar Hero-style battle. He also jumped off the stage and, while still playing, walked through the crowd. It was pretty sweet. B.B. was pretty good, don't get me wrong, but he has really slowed down.

Before the concert, we went to eat at the Hard Rock cafe, because we're members of their little all-access club. It was pretty good, although there was way too much food. I got a new pin for my jacket at their gift shop, as seen to the right. I also got a pin that said "B.B. King" with a picture of Lucille beneath it. They're both on my sweet jacket, which happens to be the star of my next paragraph.

OK, so when I was getting dressed to go to the concert, I specifically made sure not to grab my pocket knife, because I knew they had metal detectors at the Fox. When I put my jacket on, though, did I think of that? No, of course not. my studded belt? Nope. I walked into the theatre, saw the doorways, and started laughing, along with my mom and her friend Joe. I went through them, and they started flashing, as expected. The dude operating them laughed too, and told me to go stand in a special roped-off area. My mom tried to follow me, under the defense that she was my mom, but the guy wouldn't let her. When the security guy with the wand walked up, he started to laugh too. He waved it over all of my pockets, with their big metal zippers, and set each one off. He had me hold my hands to my sides, and I felt vaguely like Spinal Tap's bassist, although I wasn't getting scanned for the same reason (I swear!). After he established I wasn't carrying any weapons, he let me go, after telling me, "That's a nice jacket, man. Don't stop wearing it just cause you're worried 'bout stuff like this." I told him I wouldn't.

Actually, other than Monday, my week has been rather event-less. I'll update next time something comes along, fear not.

Working For A Living

So, today I spent a large chunk of my time working at the gun club. It's pretty cool work, but it gets really cold. Basically, for trap, it involves me marking the shooter's hits and misses, shouting, "Lost!" when they miss a shot, and shouting "Change," and reading scores every five rounds. For skeet, I follow the squads around and pull the proper birds for when they need them, marking their scores. I'm not really going to explain how each game is played, if you want to find out, Google them.
So, I saw some stuff I knew in theory proved today. Like, I knew that trappers were always total jerks, and skeet shooters are generally nice, but it is much more noticeable in reality. The trappers, it's really funny, will totally freak out if everything isn't perfect. Now, they're nice dudes off the field, but when they're out there, they are intolerable perfectionists. Skeet shooters can be rude too, but they are usually pretty nice guys.
The crappy thing is, no matter how rude they are, I have to be polite, because I'm getting paid to put up with their crap. They do usually tip pretty well, so it's not exactly an entirely bad gig. Also, I get paid more than I would working at McDonald's, so it's actually a good job to have, in this economy.
This whole time, I kept thinking, "Hey, us pullers are people too!" I wish I could shout that right back at rude peeps, to heck with social norms!

Date

Hey, happy Valentines day. I went on a date with Ashley to celebrate. I was hoping to post earlier today, but I was way to excited to. I did discover, however, there is a limit to the number of times you can brush your teeth and put deodorant on in one day. I discovered this the good old scientific way, by testing it out. Yeah. We went to see Twilight, because she hadn't seen it yet.
Now, I'm sure everyone is currently thinking, "But Drew, that's already out of theatres!" Yes, but luckily for us there's an old-school theatre in town that plays the old, worn out spools from the old theatres. It's a really sweet place, and it feels like you just came out of the 50's when you go in there. The play the national anthem, they have a balcony, and they still do intermissions. Plus, with all the blemishes on the worn out film, it gives it that unique 80's movie feel. Even better, it's only a 3 dollar admission.
We had a lot of fun, even though it wasn't that great of a movie...there's just something about going to the movies with friends, even crappy movies, that is fun.
Well, I'm getting tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow. Peace out.

Friday Of Interest

Hello, and happy Friday. I really hadn't given much thought to the fact it's the 13th until I read other blogs that mentioned it, but that is pretty interesting. I saw a black cat with three legs today...does that mean anything? Whatever.
Guess what I did today? Well, among other things, I got my ear pierced. It's my first piercing, and it's pretty sweet looking. I've got a titanium stud in it, and I feel like a true punk now. I was surprised at how little I felt it, on account of the fact I just paid someone to shove a metal pin through my ear. My mom certainly didn't help, because she entertained herself by freaking me out with horror stories of intense pain.
Other than that, I played Guitar Hero at Best Buy for a while, then got a Killers CD. I like the song on GH of theirs, and I found a used copy of the CD it's on at F.Y.E. I'm actually listening to it right now, how ironic. When I got home, I walked to my grandparents house with my mom, because I left my MP3 player there.
Also, it was good exercise. I'm sort of training for a half-marathon in August, located in Chicago. My mom saw a flier for it while we were there, and decided to start training. I'm joining along because, well, I'd like the inherent muscles and strength. I somewhat need to lose the weight, but mainly I want to be a little more fit. Specifically, I'd like to be able to walk up the stairs at the college without needing to take a breather. I figured that as long as my mom was going to be running all the time, I might as well accompany her.
Well, I've filled my usual amount of space and I have nothing else to write about. Therefore, I'm going to end this before it gets rambling. Deal with it.

My Weekend, Broken Down

Hello, dear readers of Boyd's World. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a few days, deal with it.
The reason, probably, is that there is nothing much exciting happening currently. I'm going to the allergist's tonight, then for a walk, then probably home. Tomorrow, I've got my day after school tied up with shooting, featuring a complete cast of old people and obnoxiously conservative dudes who don't get the full scoop before dissing a person. Friday is when things begin to get interesting again, because I've got mid-winter break. Friday I'll probably be working, but Saturday Ashley and I are going to the movies. What is in the theatres that is good? I'm not a fan of gore, so please refrain from recommending My Bloody Valentine or Friday The Thirteenth. I've heard those two recommendations enough times already, I don't need to hear it from all of you as well.
Sunday, I'm pulling trap out at the local Sportsman's club, this time for pay. All through the summer, I did it as a volunteer, but this time it's for something else. It's not hard work, either, so I kind of luck out. I certainly need the cash. I've been totally broke, ever since I got back from Chicago. It'll be good to order CDs again. Actually, I still need a record player, so that will probably be my first investment. I know a place in town that has them, and I'm pretty sure they're the kind that record the albums as MP3 files. It would be pretty sweet to be able to hear the glorious sound of vinyl with the ease of an MP3 player.
Well, I've got to go to the allergists, and I don't have mobile blogging. Peace out, fans.