Today’s CAR stars Omid, who we’ve mentioned multiple times before because of his annoying catchphrases. Although he’s probably the most distinguishable character of them all, it’s really weird – he’s the hardest to draw. I often succeed in drawing accurate representations of my characters through clever placement of lines for eyes, but Omid, for some reason, was just really hard to draw.


Anyway, I can’t believe I haven’t played Kingdom Hearts yet, but my daimn SAT IIs are coming up in 2 weeks. So there’s no Disney/Square crossover goodness with Haley Joel Osment pronouncing it “TEEDUS” like it SHOULD BE until after that. And then there are college applications. Wow. Just lots of stuff to go over. At least I’m surviving so far in school this year.

Speaking about that! I got a really expensive TI-89 calculator off eBay. It’s like the Rolls-Royce of calculators. 3D graphing, pretty print equations, a solver, and MARIO. I can’t believe it’s allowed on the SAT IIs, but why challenge a big plus to my college chances. Just as long as I don’t lose it or it doesn’t break in the next day or so, I’m set.


James:Your mom was pretty good for her first time.
Hannah: Who?
James: Your MOM.


Okay so Hannah called me up and said she wanted to go to the arcade to play that damn dancing game, and then Bryan IMed me up and told me that he wanted to go to the arcade to play that damn dancing game, then I told James to stop filming Omid and to go to the arcade to play that damn dancing game, when Conrad (-o +u, -n +m, -d +g) all talked to me and was like don’t let Bryan tell me to not take me so I can take you to Sophie who said she wanted to go to the arcade to play that damn dancing game, so I was all like driving to Fairfax (after eating PORK) to pick up C__ra_ and then get Bryan on the top of his hill and then drive 500 miles and 500 more to get Sophie and we were all driving and listening to Jewish techno when we arrived at the arcade and saw James wearing a stupid preppy plaid button-down shirt which I told him to wear and was also stupid and he was playing Marvel vs. Capcom 2 and then I danced to Dynamite Rave with kneedrops and acting insane while we sang along to Petit Love and told Hannah’s mom how to play and then taught some other people and then I completely lost at Bust-a-Move when I went across the street for some Vanilla Coke and then drove away leaving Bryan and James behind and accidentally leaving Sophie’s sweatshirt on the car so it fell off and we drove around the block and then went to Fairfax where we filled up on water and carried a bag around offering it to “burned out” hippies and then wanted some ice cream but saw that there was nothing open so we went to Albertson’s and got some ice cream pops and then dropped Sophie and Birdie off and made Bryan walk up his hill although not really while I drove James to his house at 88 MPH down the freeway listening to the Snatch soundtrack as I drove back home and arrived just in time to be legal because it was 11:59 and then I tried out a blacklight I bought which was really just a darkly tinted bulb and then I took this picture and wrote a blog.


Rumsfeld says other nations privately back war plans – Well duh, of course Rumsfeld says that, the prick. He wants to obliterate Iraq. The “private countries” are probably Hawaii and Alaska, anyway.

I went to the dentist today. My teeth ache, but they’re whiter than they’ve ever been. My new dentist, Catherine Cox (who has the same name as my stepmom’s mom), had me sink my teeth into fluoride for a minute, and then have me not drink anything for an hour afterwards. Bleah. But at least I can see white in my mouth again.

The following is an essay for English. It’s more in-depth about my trip to the dentist today, told from an existentialist view point. In other words, it’s not much different from any other essay. But I just have to tell it with less emotion, that’s all. By the way, jeffreyatw.com v4 will so most definitely be based on various book covers of Albert Camus’ “The Stranger.” That book is the rox.

I went to my new dentist’s office today. The atmosphere was pleasant – much more classy than my previous children’s dentist’s office. As I entered through the door, the aroma of burnt vanilla wafted by me. I sat down and waited for a while, quenching my boredom with a TIME Magazine. After a while, an assistant dentist asked me in, greeted me, and told me about the operation for today.

She said that my teeth would be x-rayed, polished and scraped. Although it’s the usual procedure, she was surprised that I didn’t wince or even give a sigh of reluctance, as most patients couldn’t put up with those procedures time after time. I shrugged, and said that it was inevitable, and that I had to go through with it, so there’s no need to complain.

Having my teeth x-rayed did hurt, though. The tools in my mouth hurt my tongue and roof. Her suspicion of me died during the x-ray, as she discovered that I’m a bit more human than most people take me to be. I kept thinking, though, that it’d all be over in due time, and that passed the time along.

She left to develop the x-rays, and I was left in the room alone. I entertained myself by reading about miscellaneous celebrities. I took a look out the window for a while to watch the clouds rolling by. A water tower on a distant hill read “’02,” graffiti sprayed on by the departing senior class. I rolled my head around on the cushion of the reclined seat, trying to pick out the fine print of the safety warnings above the small sink. After what seemed like an hour, the dentist walked in.

Dr. Cox was a middle-aged, friendly-looking doctor with eyes that reflected years of experience in her field. She explained to me that my teeth show amazing resilience through all the torture I give them, given that I often forget to brush and am liberal with my sugary food intake. I agreed, shrugging my shoulders and saying that I don’t like to brag.

She did suggest, though, that I have my wisdom teeth pulled soon, and that I consider braces for some of my awkwardly positioned teeth. I nodded, agreeing, and the doctor eyed me with a look of sympathy. After a moment, she asked if that was all right. I was taken by surprise, since I thought I had already agreed. She said that she both procedures would have a profound impact and that she understood that I would have to think about it. I had to explain to her that it didn’t matter to me. When my time comes, my time comes. Besides, a little change never did any harm.

My teeth were expertly cleaned. The dentist didn’t snap the polishing brush against the ends of my gums like my old one did, and consequently I had no problem keeping my mouth open like I did at the last one. The procedure went quickly, and I left, thanking the dentist, her assistant, and the receptionist on my way out.