Velocity6619: how important is the world series? Yesterday, it was back to Starbase--yeesh, I'm starting to turn into one of their Friday regulars--and the Oasis, except neither Bryan, Adam, Sophie, OR (nor?) Hannah were there. But Chris was, so things weren't a total disappointment. Let's see...I tried out my first Rockstar energy drink, which owns Red Bull and Bawls as "Oasis Night Drink." (Rockstar lasts longer while Bawls gets drained faster...yeah). We came up with a challenge for all: Place an empty aluminum can in the middle of the DDR "pad," then play Kick the Can on Maniac without kicking the can. =) Also, thanks to Jeff's cry of "JAMES GOWDEY IS AMAZING", I got conversation and spontaneous hugs from random Oasis girls om^^;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; . Yeah, I'm sad, I'm still at the stage where I actually value those. Jeff and I also did a mock-D.A.R.E. scenario with Elliot when he offered us a cigarette ("CHICKEN! CHICKEN!!" "NO WAY MAN!!!* *COLD SHOULDER OF DEATH*). My parents want me to spend time on college applications and my personal statement, yet my dad took me to San Francisco today to see Game 6 of the World Series on the big screen outside the Metreon. I sound like a girl here, but I wore the worst possible outfit imaginable to Frisco--prep khaki pants and poofy white wiggah jacket. I forgot that tons of people in the city wear jeans, and being that it was a huge Giants day, everyone was clad in black and orange combos. I stood out like your mother. It was great, though; there were thousands of people packed onto the grassy knoll (ehe) outside the Metreon to watch the Big Game on a Big Screen. Some guys were banging drums and starting chants every other out, which kicked ass. My dad and I watched most of it, with me taking occasional dance breaks when the Angels went up. (my theory: why would I want to see them score?) At one point, who should I see there during one break at the MAX2 machine...but Chris the Starbase guy! We each passed So Deep--3rd time ever here, w00!--and I never saw him after that, since he was lost in the swarm of Giants fans. Run-ins are always fun. :) And I swear, even though the games cost 2, the Metreon is the place to get huge crowds. People gather to watch a newbie play Boom Boom Dollar, so it was a highlight of the day performing Put Your Faith in Me backwards for gaping soccer moms and little kids...speaking of old-school DDR songs, the original My Fire ("Relight My Fire") is so bad it sucks. After much Giants ass kicking, including a Bonds homer (the place exploded), the Angels won 6-5 after our team blew a 5-0 lead in the 7th. And there was much cursing. I've never seen so many dejected faces at once in my life. :P After the game (EHEHEHEHEH), there was traffic up the hizzle, and we listened to the wasteland of sports talk radio. Callers second-guessed Dusty Baker and whined about why they didn't put Lofton onto the DH and bring in Shinjo, who couldn't have done half as much as Lofton batting-wise (no matter how 1337 he is). Dusty is apparently "this close" to leaving the Giants based on previous sports-talk comments, as well as his relationship with the manager (no). I'd better go to bed now...I'll be doing the impossible and trying to run 18, yes, 18 focking (tm Hifumi) miles up and down Mt. Tam with my XC team. If the coach hadn't forced me, there is no way in hell I would have ever agreed to it. Random last things: Brownie points to anyone who can figure out what the last few lyrics are in the chorus to "Take On Me" (my new "play-on-Winamp-first-thing" song)...the results for the photoshop contest of "Hotlips Harrelson" (as the XC team has unanimously decided to name him) will be posted sometime later, so in the meantime, here are some sweet character sprites of me and him that Indogutsu made. Velocity6619: who is gary coleman?
	>> posted by CaptainCanada at 10/26/2002 11:18:59 PM

	Heh. I swear, there's nothing worse than a white girl with a black accent. Stupid TL. :) I'm still an emotional wreck as it is. I can't imagine a month that has gone worse for me than this (perfectly enough, that angsty post of mine was on 10/1). Last night took weight off my shoulders and left me feeling empty at the same time. I don't want to talk about it much, but some things are better left unsaid. I still haven't gotten a good night's sleep except for the 9 1/2 hours I got the day following a day where I was fueled on one hour. The stutter hasn't gotten any better, but at least some friends of mine know about it, so it isn't as much of a big deal to me to do it around them. The rest of the school, however...it's still part of the reason I don't talk to girls, participate in class, or what have you. My vocabulary has completely deteriorated. I still use "sophomoric phrasing" in my essays, a phrasing which has gotten me through 3 years of honors english with not too much of a hassle. Last year my teacher gushed about how great and "snappy" it was or whatever, so I was truly unprepared for this year's extremely strict standards. It's what I hate about high school english, although there's really no way to avoid it--conform to the teacher's style of writing or else you'll recieve a low grade. My summer assignment turned out so horrible that this teacher recommends I get the fuck out of her class. Due to a misunderstanding with the assignment, I apparently did half the assignment. I don't even want to think about what my grade was for that trash. This same teacher went around drilling my other teachers about how I was doing, checked my transcript and couldn't believe she saw so many A's from previous years, and planned a meeting with all my teachers, myself, and my parents, to talk about how much I'm sucking in school. Then I get to stutter back about what a carnival my life is except for the parts that really matter, and my mom lays down the law about my college essay and applications, and I feel no different than before except that I'll probably have less computer time and a lower self esteem. My theory on this whole AP lit disaster is that the constant use of AIM and the blogs are slowly eating away at my writing style and vocabulary. It's too conversational. But ugh...who doesn't like talking to their friends or writing about their day? Sacrifices sacrifices sacrifices. I'm not pissed at the teacher, I don't hold anything against her, but I want A) her to stop treating me like some scum of the earth sophomore who spells "you're" "your", and B) to sort out this summer assignment deal, because I swear I did everything the paper said. The one thing that went right today is that I got 3rd place in the Big Race today against Tam, helping us along to win by two places. But this teacher's comments on my latest paper wrecked my whole fucking day: - Sophomoric :( - Rejections of author's original intent - Shallow development of argument - Organization difficulty - Opinion in place of analysis - Prose style not AP C- - "James, I seriously question whether this is the right class for you. Please talk to Mrs. Duncan" (counselor) All right, I should be reading a chapter of the book, not blogging. I don't know why I'd force this reading onto anyone, all they'd think is "Woah, what a sack of depression beans." (tm Bryan). I need a good crying pillow. I'm out. (btw, I know this has nothing interesting in terms of content, but here's some easy laughs that should tide you over--my giant, fun pic collection hosted on Almasy's server. I'll be moving this blog very soon to Almasymarquis.com)
	>> posted by CaptainCanada at 10/22/2002 02:31:11 PM