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Re-organization The first two paragraphs are programming notes, skip down for the normal stuff. You know, I've become very lax in updating this blog, and the website in general, mainly because I env er had much that I really wanted to do with it. Sure, I could blame it on the fact that I've been in school almost the entire time I've had this thing working, but I won't. Basically, I haven't regularly updated this blog this entire year because I decided sometime in December since all I ever 'do' that's 'worthwhile' happens on the weekends, so I should only really write the WEEKEND UPDATEs. However, due to the fact that the weekend ends Sunday Night, and I rarely was able to write before Monday afternoon, fully three days after the start of weekendular events, I'd normally have forgotten enough details to make writing something meaningless. Therefore, I'm moving to an daily blog schedule. This doesn't necessarily mean I'll actually update every day, but that, unless for some reason I can't get to the computer on a day and I still want to write about it, I'm serializing any kind of update-- there will be no multi-day crap. But blah blah, none of this actually matters, if you are actually reading this, you probably want to know about what's going on and not blog paradigm shifts. So, on Thursday, we had graduation practice at 8AM. (Check out pics for, uh, pics of it.) My garage door didn't open, so I bumped to Hot 96.3 (blazing commercials and weak pseudorap, dangit) in the Range Rover. Nazzy and Matt and Sean were at the top 20 breakfast at the Saint Alphonsusosauruswhatever church hall, so the rest of the crew had to eat breakfast in the school cafeteria with all the rest of the unwashed masses. So, we had sausage and egg casserole, breakfast variants of generic Arby's potato cakes (breakfast variants in the sense of served at breakfast as hash browns instead of at lunch as potato cakes), and some assorted tropical fruit, milk and OJ. Dang, I wish we had that kind of fruit everyday, though the prepacked peaches come pretty close. It was far too early for the pseudo-LTC to be funny. (On a related note, this sentance originally read 'it was far to funny for the pseudo-LTC to be early', which oddly gives a good sense of what the conversation was like.) NHS handed out the student-voted awards we had done on the way to the senior field trip, which was fun. The Nazz and Ostendork cleaned up, Getting stuff like 'Most likely to Succeed', 'Most Likely to cure SARS' (Nazz), 'Most Athletic' (Ostendorf), etc. Oh, Jachetta and I got 'Most Likely to Take Over the World', and Seamus somehow or another recived 'Most Likely to be a Pyschic'. Although it'd definately be humorous to see him on a commercial done up in Rastafarian gear, speaking Jamaican and dealing Tarot cards to people on the phone as incense burned in the background, I'm not sure how, uh, accurate to his personality it is. Graduation practice went very smoothly! We only had to go through things once, which is better than other classes in the past, whcih is good. I get to say something when I lead the tassel movage, and I didn't even ask to be allowed to, muahahahahahahaha. Schaumberg just got up there, moved the tassel, and sat back down last yeat. What a dork. When it comes to Senior Class Secretary / Treasurer, verily, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BENJAMINS. Well, after we were dismissed, I dropped by P. Schmiddy's room to see waht was going on. We talked a little, mainly her telling me which one of the many girl hair implements (bobby pin) I could use to keep my squarehat on my head. Then I went with B. Grizzy and Wall Street to the Starbucks by Brebuf. I should have called Andy up, since he goes there and they have open campus, but I didn't, and lazed around at home for the subsequent two and a half days. I did use my time off to put a new xdoc/ebook/newsreader on my Cli鬠that actually makes use of it's ri-res capabilites. It's called MobiPocket, and although it only gives you a limited selection of news feeds at the site, the .enews file that 'suscribes' the program to the feed is just basic XML, so I've been putting together to get stuff Slashdot and Penny Arcade to go on it. I've also discovered out of this the Baen Free Library, which has some nice xdoc/ebook copies of what is apparently a bunch of Good SF novels, if Slashdot is to be trusted. Zaat eet foah todaaay. Individual Post | Comments (0) 23:32 0305.12 pr0m (and WEEKEND UPDATE) So. Samstag was an interesting day, I think. I woke up that morning and went to IMS with dad. He had gotten tickets from one of his old Dell coworkers who now races vintage F1 cars; he and his wife, who is also a racer, went with us as well. We had tickets to one of the skyboxes, which was awesome, but spent most of our time in the restricted-access pit area, which was also awesome, seeing as I stood close by, and even met one or two of the most famous faces in racing, or something else equally jingoistic. We were also quite close to the pit entrance from the track when driver Billy Boat lost control of his car and plowed it backwards at 200 odd miles per hour into the outer pit wall. Of course, he hit a massive hunk of protective styrofoam, which made this incredible 'POOM' noise, much more enjoyable in many ways than the crunching sound of steel against concrete that he would have made 20 years ago. He was fine, of course. But once they had finally cleared all the styrofoam bits off the track, a big storm front pulled in, so we stayed in the skybox until practice was cancelled. When we got home, I figured that the rain hadn't been too bad, because Irishman's Run (the body of water, not the subdivision) was up to its banks, but wasn't flooding. However, when I looked out a few hours later, the entire flood plain was under water. The fools down at Eagle Creek Resevoir apperently don't understand that the purpose of floodgates is for the prevention and control of floods, not the creation thereof. (Upon my mentioning of this in calculus, Ian remarked that this was the reason why the people that work there do in fact work there and not as doctors, which is definately a true statement.) It eventually cut off Ford Road at 96th street, so I spent a little bit of the afternoon scouting routes out from my house that didn't have any earmarks of being able to flood, and decided Cooper Road was the best way to get out. Speaking of this flood crap, I find it quite humorous that the County decided to put up roadblocks on our road at its first East and West intersections saying that it was closed. W 96th St. / East 800 South / Whatever was in fact completely clear. What did actually flood (past the point of passability, even) was the low point on Ford Road just north of the Eagle Creek bridge, where they had simply put small standup signs that said "high water". They also saw fit to decorate the largest, deepest pothole ever (which just happens to be on my street) with a nice orange road cone instead of, say, patching it. Geat job, guys, Boone or Marion or both. Prom was actually quite nice. It was at a supermarket-turned-convention-center-thing in Carmel, which was very well put together, outside of the fact that the front still, you know, looked like a Marsh. As the amount of text regarding prom would make this bloggage horrendously enormous, I'm throwing it in the extended entry so that the main page isn't disgutingly distended by all the text. On Mother's Day I got up and went to church, which I didn't think I was going to do. I got there unsurpisingly late, and saw Andrea in the foyer, but due to the position in the service order (we got there during communion, or a prayer, or something or other) unfortuately didn't actually say anything to her. On a side note, if she lets her hair grow any longer, it's going to get to Eve-length, which would be, uh, interesting. Speaking of college people, everybody else was back, too, and I talked to them for a while after church. The fam and I were Yen Chinggin' it for lunch, and then we went back to the track for a pretty uneventful afternoon. That's about it, I think. pr0m So, at about eightish, I got dressed up and drove the 740iL out to the school, and picked up Nazz and Jay. You see, we were going to this thing called 'prom'. I think everybody had a good time. On the way over, we listened to some Pavarotti off my Us three met up with Seamus as well as Doggimus Maximus and his motley band of Limo Riders when we got there, and partied until the fire alarm went off at 2345 due to a lightning strike. Although the DJ had quite a nice setup and all, he mainly played that silly, inbetweenish brand of Hip-Hop that isn't rap, nor is it mainstream pop garbage. Lalo and I agreed it was most inferior to what could have been played. Speaking of Rap and Lalo, although I didn't get a picture of him, he was dressed up like Pharrell in the second scene of the Pass the Courvoisier part II music video, which was pretty awesome. I shouted rap lyrics from time to time on songs I actually knew, which fit and all, seeing how I was straight thugggin', as it were, in the clothing department. So, I took some pictures with the old Nikon Coolpix 950, which has an optical sight, which means I like it. You can find them over there in the pics section. Although the prom itself was enjoyable, there wasn't anything particularly worthwhile of relating here, but I will do some storytelling anyhow. Or not-- coming back to this after a few hours makes me realize what I had begun to write was exceedingly similar to the fevered banter of a middle-school-aged girl, so I'll excuse the reader from it. But, uh, everyone I talked to was pretty enthused about my blingage, it seemed. This is quite good, as I figured it'd either be viewed as most excellent or most idiotic. However, P. Schmiddy was the only one to say anything in particular (positive, even) about my tie, which I think is almost as cool as the chains, but, you know. The fire alarm thing cut the ending short, which was just fine as far as I was concerned, it felt as if the thing was already at a lull in the first place. I've overheaard some gripes about the lack of a 'last dance', but, uh, you know, that's not something about which I would care XD XD XD XD XD XD XD XD So, we got out and it appeared it was raining heavily, although it really wasn't. I feel like I've written about the trip to afterprom as well as afterprom proper, but, I can't find it, so suffer again. So, I enforced the rap listening rule on the way to afterprom, which was a much shorter drive as I stayed North. Nazz says he doesn't understand rap, but I don't seed that there's that much to undertsand about it-- it isn't some magnificent audiorty work like Mozart or the Beatles or something, just something with a decent beat and mainly truthful, although somewhat clich鬠lyrics. It's a sight better than Avpgbfrille Lavigngneigh or whatever. After dropping them two off at the school (where the afterprom was) I cruised around Zionsville for a few with the windows down and the sunroof open, bumpin' to the phat beats of Bigge Smalls. And then, I went back to school, because got bored. Whoever was in charge of the afterprom did a fine job. I mean, seriously, it was very, very well put together. However, it was far too complicated for me, for example, to play poker or blackjack or ansewer random trivia questions at 0130-- that is to say, this would have been great at about 2030 or 2100 or something, not that it would have made any sense to have it at that time. So, I left for home about twoish, and didn't recieve any kind of prizes... although I did have a good helping of mini-eclaires. MMM LIGHTNING TASTY. Individual Post | Comments (0) 01:03 0305.4 FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY No, no monster truck rallies, sorry. Nor crazy Strong Bad stuff, for that matter. Anyhow, Friday was a day of most excellence. Woke up late, per susual, got to school on timeish, blah blah. Chem was enjoyable. We did some stuff, and maybe took a test, or a quiz, or something. I'm not sure-- everything before 8 o'clock tends to be a blur to me. Second Period the famous P. Schmiddy announced her boyfriend (or whatever, doesn't matter now) proposed to her the neight before, so class was more just everybody being excited than it was studying English Sonnet rhymescheme like it was in the lesson plan. Speaking of which... P. Schmid, she did let loose the dogs of noise,Wow, that turned out better than I expected. So, uh, the rest of school was mainly tests, though we had some fun in seventh period listening to a public defender talk about crazy court cases with which he's been involved. After Dannach, I went to der Kò des Burgers and had a double whopper, because I don't thimk I had much for lunch. To kill some more time, I went to TEH RITTARDZ FROZAN CUSTARED and got the usual. As Matt wasn't working, the service was slow as all get-out. But uh, anyway, that killed enough time for me to get back to the Football Stadium right as the Lacrosse game began. Lacrosse, or La Crosse, or "Silly French Name for Pretty Interesting Iroquois-derived Sport" as I enver call it, is, uh, pretty interesting, in addition to having a silly French name and being derived from the Iriquois. What isn't interetsing, though, and in fact downright scary is to have a bunch of freshmen girls trying to talk to you while you watch it. I'm sorry, folks, just because I say hello to you in the hallway and happen to know your older siblings doesn't mean I'm old chums with you, or whatever. Anyhow, the Zionsville boys decisively thrashed Park Tudor (Park Schmooder!) 7 to 4. I jeered the fools mentioning that they pay more for high school than most pay for college to get thoroughly trounced by the best public school in the state. Oh, and in academics, too. HAHE ROBBLE ROBBLE 8D After the game there was ye olde MORP dance at the school. See, MORP is the reverse of 'Prom', hur hur hur. Hung out with Popeshirt, Doggimus Maximus and ORRRR! for a while, but the Maximum in Doggitude left because all he ever does is sell frozen custard and play Dork Age of Carmelot or whatever, and ORRRR! had his girlfriend or whatever with him, so Herr Leunig and I decided to practice our fencing techniques with empty 2-liters of Sprite, because it's not like we would dance or anything. I mean, come on. Dance at a dance? Pfft. Yeah, I ended up talking to MSG and P. Schmiddy after a while, as they were doing the Chapperonage. I don't remember much about it, except perhaps politics or something-- but not with the P. After the dance I ended up at the Shake and Steak, where I had some milk and chicken soup. Popeshirt proceeded to razz me for it, for whatever reason. I mean, it's midnight-- not a time for ground beef and carbonated beverages. There were some other people from school there, and we all ended up leaving at the time. Greg proceeded to smoke them all in his little manual 2-door "Laser" or whatever the heck he has. And that was about it for that day. Individual Post | Comments (0) |