Currently Listening Cookin' With the Miles Davis Quintet By Miles Davis Quintet see related

There was a rhino.

His name was Larry. He had just been laid off at his office, where he had worked for seventeen years. Having a wife who just gave birth to his fourth kid, the lay-off wasn't at the most welcome of times. On his way home from work, he couldn't help but stomp his foot a few times, even though the act made him grimace a bit due to the sore that had come to envelop his whole left limb.

How would he explain it to his family? He'd have to word it in such a way that the children wouldn't be made wise as to just how big a threat the lay-off posed to the hole they lived in, adorned in such a way that even his boss had been a bit thrown off when she came to eat with them a month previous.

AHA! That was it!

He'd always had a bit of a hankering that his stuck-up boss had a thing for him, and while the fact that she fired him almost certainly approved that theory (out of bitterness, naturally), he decided to add to it that she must be firing him due to the fine adornings of his humble hole.

Another stomp and another grimace welcomed the new thought.

Currently Listening 10,000 Days see related

I hate the title of this album. It could be a freaking Disturbed album

Okay. Here's a rant.

Drumline camp going all this week. Freaking insane stuff. Like coming home barely walking decently with questionable mixtures of sweat and sunscreen and dirt and oil all over you.

Anywho, I wanted to sign up for Concurrent Enrollment for U.S. History through CCCC. Not as hard as APUSH, but basically gives the exact credits (i.e. high school and college hours). Reasonable enough, right?

Upon trying to register, however, I realized the unfortunate truth that PISD is a tad bit on the gimp side when it comes to registrations. OH but not just this! It seems that CCCC is also quite lacking with the intelligence. So, when the two get together, it's a given that the parties are spectacular.

After waiting two hours at CCCC, I talked to an idiot who said she was working her last day and obviously cared nothing about anything. Then I was sent to another line, where somebody who was fantastically charming and joyful spoke with me and let me know I needed a transcript.

Okay.

I go to Plano, they can't give me an official one, so I get an unofficial and the official is mailed. On last Friday. Today I was told that CCCC still hasn't received it. At most it's twenty minutes from Plano to CCCC.

So. No official transcript, I can't register. Registration closed on Wednesday. I was told I could email some lady and let her know my situation was being molested pretty severely, and so I did. I emailed her, and a BEAUTIFUL email at that, and then I receive a response two days later saying, "I understand you are frustrated, Jonathan. An official transcript is needed, and our campus closes at 8pm tonight. If it comes in, you can registrar."

My beautiful email was not an angry one. It was more like me oh my quad c's got some stupids. And then the only other thing she says is that I can registrar (this being a verb outside of Spanish? Not sure) if my transcript comes in. Right, but my question was all about if it DIDNT come in on time. Dummy.

My mother gets upset, and while I die outside earlier today, she's off yelling at everyone ever to do with registering in PISD or CCCC.

Only to find out that the class only filled up for 1st period, which is Jazz Band, meaning there's no way I could have done it at all anyway.

I'd like to politely smack the face of my counselor at Vines. Just politely. Just a real quick smack. She had told me 4th period. On top of that, she didn't even send off my transcripts to Plano. Which, mind you, is a bit of an important thing considering it's my next year and all.

So there was a ton of dumb bullshit for no payoff. It's so frustrating to get pissed at someone and not be able to say, "Who else can I talk to?" because you already know that guy's just as dumb and clueless.

So there we are. I had to get it out somehow, and seeing as how my mom already yelled at everyone I wanted to yell at, I didn't know where else to turn.

Thanks xanga, you have a purpose yet.

Currently Listening J.A.C. By Tosca see related

oioi.

Certain musics just go with night. And when they do, they do.

It's fantastic.

At times it's like WHOA I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LISTEN TO. But lately I've felt more of a GEEEE LOOK AT ALL THESE PHAT BEATS TO INDULGE IN!

Voot Cha made an amazing song. It's entitled Japan, and it was finished yesterday (though this post will make it look like this is a post on Monday, don't be fooled! It's Sunday through and through!).

The song includes drums (fabulous drums, I do admit), guitar, bass, vocals, backup vocals, flute, sleigh bells, tambourines, trumpet, trombone, tuba, cello, violin, piano, lap slide guitar, and xylophone. It's a freaking beast. We packed it to the top, even going so far as to scare the Polyphonic bassist.

Shirts are silly. Shaving is silly.

I finished Huck Finn this morning. It was satisfying. Man who knew! What a surprise last ten pages! That ol' Mark Twain...

I dearly hope that I will actually still have hold of a life when school begins. I think I will. Here's to hoping that thought holds true.

I want a scooter. I want a scooter from 1980something made by Honda. They made badass scooters. And then I'm going to drive it. And be a badass. Only problem would be that the Plano parking lot doesnt seem to mesh with scooters in me old thinkbox.

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Strange to think how often I used to write in here. And how much!

It would be a whole novel for all of my adventures. Then lots changed, and then lots more changed, and on top of that some more changed. Course at heart, I'm the same dude, but some people certainly aren't. And I suppose you can't begin to change changed people. But then some may only appear changed due to their changed correlation to you!

Chimichanga!

What a complex mix of lifetruths.

Currently Listening At War with the Mystics By The Flaming Lips see related

Myspace is a ridiculous mess. Am I right?

Starts off with the gay adoptive fathers of spam, and then it turns into spam without the gay adoptive fathers. And sadly Tom still wants to be on everyone's friends lists.

So I declare what I've declared all along. Xanga's better, and not just for the name - which clearly wins over gayspace, but for the simple fact that it doesn't make you uneasy when it enters the room, like its evil counterpart never fails to do.

So perhaps with the proclamation made, people will return to where blogging began, and where it belongs.

http://weshotjr.blogspot.com/2006/03/profile-voot-cha-index.html

Read away, my friends!

And come to the VCI show this Saturday at Red Blood Club in Deep Ellum.

Which takes place right after the Plano Drumline Spring Show, Spettacolo, which you should also go to.