Free At Last with an Electric Guitar at an Airport Terminal

You all know, by now at least, the title is completely irrelevant to the entry. But now that I have your attention...well you know the drill.

• Free! or Am I?


• Electric Guitar


• The Terminal


• Many More Days To Come

FREE AT LAST, OR AM I?

I still remember the first day I stepped onto TCHS grounds, and that's alot since I can only vaguely remember what I did this morning. So, I conclude, this year has only passed in the time span of less than 4 hours. Just kidding. But anyway, the last day of school sort of just crept by; I didn't even know, until Thursday night, we had no school the next day. I think it was because of the finals, but luckily that's all over and we have the rest of summer to kick back and enjoy.

Well, for some people at least. If you're like me, you have summer school. I think the word summer is great, I think the word school is alright, but when those words unite, who would have ever thought it would be so horrible? I mean, you add 3 and 4 (two very good numbers; and they're good only because if they weren't, my analogy wouldn't make sense), and you get 7 (a fabulous number by the way). You don't get 1 (which is a horrible number, and again it's horrible because then my analogy works). So, obviously then...summer school must be defying the laws of numbers!

Yes, I realize there are no "laws of numbers" that make one number better than another. But whether the laws exist or not, summer school is still illegal, and hax0rs always get logged out.

ELECTRIC GUITAR

I was looking at some guitars the other day and came across this one. The price is only $109.99, 110, so I figure if I get $10 bucks a week, for allowance that is, I'll have to save for 11 weeks, or 3 months. Not bad, not bad at all.

Then my dad came along. Now, he's usually a tough one 'cause no matter what I say, he thinks all I need in life is nothing but the bare necessities. Which is true, but it's not like I'm hitching a free ride here; if I want something from that guy, I gotta work my ass off.

"Hey, dad, can I show you something?"

"What? Your report card?"

Oh great, that's just great. Now he's expecting something good on my report card, and I have to let him down with the idea of an electric guitar.

"No, no, that's not coming until later. But take a look at this."

I showed him the giant image of the guitar.

"Wow, that looks good."

"Yeah, it looks really good. It comes with an amp, the guitar itself, 3 picks, a cable, the case, and a chord book. A guitar, alone, already costs, at minimal, $115. This package has everything you need already for only $110. So I was thinking, if I save for about 11 weeks, I could get it. But it is the summer, and I'd really like it if I could play a little before school starts. So you think you could give me an advance?"

"You already have one," he said. And those words almost made me lose hope.

"Yeah, I know. But there's two types of guitars. And acoustic, and an electric. They both sound different, and this offer is just too good."

"Well, fine. Only, though, if you do my laundry, the dishes, iron my clothes, and vacuum the house every week, for let's say...a year. And when you get your first job, you're paying me back $110."

"What? I thought you were giving me an advance, why do I have to pay you back?"

"The $110 is not for the guitar, it's the extra fees I'm charging you for an advance."

"You're turning into a corrupted bank."

"Don't make me change my mind."

"Yes, sir."

Wow, I can't believe I am that lucky. A little work here and there, but in the long run, it'll all pay off. How will it pay off you ask?

......

Yeah, anyways, it's going to pay off, whether I can answer you right now or not.

THE TERMINAL (THE MOVIE)

I'm going to pretend today is sunday. So "today" I went to church at about 9:30. Worship songs, yadayadayada, hypocrisy speech, blah blah blah, bible study, erghhhtheyuaa, and then a gourmet lunch at the built in restuarant. (Chicken and rice at the cafeteria.)

Afterwards, me and some people, John, Stuart, and Ben (who I believe now owes me 7 bucks), went to the movie theaters on Atlantic, 'cause Temple City didn't have The Terminal, and we waited for an hour until the movie started. And if you haven't caught on, the movie was The Terminal.

It was, just flat out, a good movie. Creative; a nice fresh breeze of change from the man has this much alotted time to save the world and catch some chicks on the way movie. Honestly, who could have ever thought of a movie about a guy stuck at an airport terminal? And to make it good too!? Geniuses I tell you. I highly recommend it.

MANY MORE DAYS TO COME...

Have a good summer everybody. Unless you have summer school, then I guess...well, don't have a good summer. Unless you like summer school, then, by all means, have a horrible summer.

And remember, buy candy from Ben and Stuart; they're raising money for BS.....S. On the market, each item costs $1. Mention my name, and they'll give it to you for half price. If at first, they say no, be persistent; it's a code I worked out with them. You have to at least ask 3 times.

Okay, bye now. Oh yeah, and if you see me running and if they're close behind, you have to jump in and stop them. It's another code, and they'll give you free candy bars.

Studying with Cannibal-Scented Deodorant

The title has absolutely nothing to do with what I'm going to talk about. It was merely to get your attention. Now that I have it, you can do nothing but read the whole thing and leave a comment.

• Study


• Cannibals


• Deodorant


• Questions


• Assignments

STUDY

I did nothing but study this weekend. Well, I'm not going to do anything but study this weekend; it's only sunday and saturday counts as a weekday because I say so.

1.) Work on Pathways Final. An email interview with Professor Don Thorsen of Theology from APU. Should be very interesting. I have to write a report and do an oral speech.

2.) Make an English Portfolio. Benchmarks, essays, and stuff go inside the folder. I also have to write a "Dear Reader" letter. Gee, like people can't read essays without proper instructions from the author.

3.) Study for Spanish.

4.) Study for Math.

5.) Study for P.E.

Wait, what?

CANNIBALS

I watched Hannibal on USA yesterday. Spoookkyy. Anyway, I wonder: Could any one we know be a cannibal? Are you born a cannibal? After thinking awhile about the movie, I came to the conclusion that all cannibals are evil psychos who get off watching people scream in pain. But, then, I thought about the 3rd world countries who have ancient tribes or whatnot that practice cannabilism. And it occured to me that the Greeks and Romans practiced cannabilism too; and they certainly are not evil psychos who get off watching people scream in pain.

On the contrary, they were quite civilized; we actually owe alot to the Greeks. They gave us theater, philosophy, politics, democracy, and so on. So my conclusion now is that canniblism is instinct; rather than a murderer's desire, it's a cannibal's need. They know no other way to survive, so obviously they eat people. Still a scary thought though.

DEODORANT

On a lighter note, I had a dream I married deodorant. Old Spice Pure Spirit to be exact. I think it was because Andrew and I were discussing the origins of deodorant for like 5 hours. And how it actually came 20,000 light years away from the sun on a planet called Eath. Not Earth, Eath. Interesting, yes?

STUDY QUESTIONS

1.) Why do you think saturday is actually a weekday, and not a weekend? Keep in mind that I am right, and the calendar of the whole world is wrong.

2.) Are you a cannibal?

3.) The Greeks invented democracy. Who invented the toilet?

4.) Where does deodorant come from?

ASSIGNMENTS

1.) Write a full thesis on why toilets keep the Earth and Eath in order from total civilization chaos.

2.) Form an outline on the full thesis.

3.) Write an essay based on the outline.

4.) Due Monday.

A NOTE

I wonder why I'm demanding homework from what I write in my blog now. I swear, the finals are getting to me. Good luck guys. And remember summer is just over the scantrons. Oh great, summer school starts the week after. One of these days I'm going to die, and they'll ban finals. I'll be a hero.

Reminiscencing On Everything That Was Done For Us

I wonder why we're all in the timeline of great tragedy and sorrow. I can hope that in future wars, death casualities will never match to D-Day. I can always hope that the people who haven't died yet, would come back from the war, alive. And I can always hope that future leaders of such compassion for America, will remain well. But then the heroes would be forgotten; forgotten in the midst of hope for future persons, and not remembered as the past heads further and further away.

• 60th Anniversary of D-Day


• Another 5 Die


• Remember Reagan

60TH ANNIVERSARY OF D-DAY

Today is the 60th anniversay of D-Day. On June 6, 1944, Operation Overlord commenced with a landing of over 5,000 ships, 11,000 airplanes, and 150,000 service men.¹ After suffering hell on the beaches, more than 4,000 Allied Forces were dead. But after the shock had hit the troops of the blood massacre and death, "Fortress Europe had been breached." ²

Operation Overlord was a mission against Nazi Germany. It was a mission for freedom against Adolf Hitler. Against a tyrant who loved his people, and put his morals on the line for them.

Adolf Hitler killed off more than 1,000,000 million Jews. America saw that as wrong, and the soldiers acted upon it. They fought not only for America, but for people half way around the world. There's something extraordinary about these men, and I can't quite put my finger on it, but the word comes close to 'miracle.'

ANOTHER 5 DIE

Five U.S. soldiers were killed when their vehicle was attacked near Sadr City.³ I don't know why the news sources, including the LA Times, didn't show the names of the people who died. It's the least they could do, seriously.

The total death toll is about over 600, with the death of the five soldiers.⁴ Why? Why did they put their lives at risk? Why? I can't imagine the amount of bravery, patriotism, and self-neglect even if you told me.


REMEMBER REAGAN

Our 40th president, one that has attracted great amounts of popularity, has died. June 5, 2004 is his passing date, and shall his memory never be forgotten.
It was Alzheimer's that took his life. It first starts off with memory loss. Then it gets worse by progressing to a more higher stage of memory loss; forgetting common words and phrases, and objects, and names. Then, the concentration of the person is affected. It becomes increasingly difficult to pay attention. All the while, the memory keeps getting worse until he or she has lost the ability to respond with the environment. ⁵

That is what happened to Mr. Reagan. By the time he died, he didn't know of his immense contributions towards pushing America to where it is now. He is credited with ending the Cold War, which stopped communism from spreading. And:

"In 1986 Reagan obtained an overhaul of the income tax code, which eliminated many deductions and exempted millions of people with low incomes. At the end of his administration, the Nation was enjoying its longest recorded period of peacetime prosperity without recession or depression." ⁶

There were alot of other things he did. But that is sort of out of place here. I think the main point is to remember him, period. He is one of the few presidents I admire most. His speeches were not of this world; there was an audio recording on KFI the other day, and it was absolutely amazing. Here is an excerpt from Ronald Reagan's speech on commemorating D-Day:

"Forty summers have passed since the battle that you fought here. You were young the day you took these cliffs; some of you were hardly more than boys, with the deepest joys of life before you. Yet, you risked everything here. Why? Why did you do it? What impelled you to put aside the instinct for self-preservation and risk your lives to take these cliffs? What inspired all the men of the armies that met here? We look at you, and somehow we know the answer. It was faith and belief. It was loyalty and love."

I will always remember yesterday, as the day America lost a little bit of it's soul; the soul Reagan worked so hard to make truly great for us.

WORK CITED

• ^1-2 D-Day Memorial Foundation. URL: http://www.dday.org/html/d-day_history.html


• ³ King, Laura. "Premier of Iraq Calls for End to Insurgency." Los Angeles Times, 5 June, 2004, p. 1.


• ⁴ Newsday. URL: http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/world/ny-woiraq053834682...


• ⁵ Alzheimer's Association. URL: http://www.alz.org/AboutAD/Stages.asp


• ⁶ Whitehouse.gov. URL: http://www.whitehouse.gov/history/p...
  
  

My Joke Spot

I hate jokes.

Well, at least the ones that are brain stumpers. For example, me and Ben were talking after the orchestra concert--which was a disaster by the way--and he asked me how to spell 'spot.'

Me: S-P-O-T, Ben...

Ben: Okay, what do you do when you see a green light?

This was it I thought, the point in time where I was going to show him I'm no idiot. I mean, what kind of question is that?

Me: I stop.

I looked at him with a triumphant gaze, but all he could do was give me one of those "you're a stupid moron" looks. And then I realized what he meant. SINCE WHEN DO I STOP AT A GREEN LIGHT?

I hate jokes.