Wednesday, December 24, 2008

The Eve of Christmas


It is the Eve of Christmas and it is Wednesday. I'm not wearing a collared shirt today. But, of course, I am updating the blog. My fam celebrated Christmas a while ago, like the day after school got out. So my Eve of Christmas was actually the day of the last day of school of 2008, the day I wore the Olympic suit. Our Christmas was good. As you can see from the picture, I received many ties. Five to be exact. The one that is hanging from my neck is a Christmas tie, you know, for good measure. For the record, the ties are hard to see on purpose, due to the fact I have not worn them in public as of yet.

Today though is the Eve of Christmas for the vast majority of the world. That is quite the feat if you think about it. Christmas is in every calender, every everywhere. And what's funny is you start seeing it after Halloween. Christmas is quite the holiday.

I have some sad news to report. According to Google Trends, the third most searched for term today is Mark Everett. Mark Everett (real name- Manuel Benitez) "was only nine years old when he began his acting career. He was fairly successful, starring in commercials, TV shows and movies." Thanks wikipedia. The reason I bring this man up is he was shot and killed yesterday in a standoff. Although he was a fugitive and featured on "America's Most Wanted," he did have a young son. I hope he recovers.

Also, the snowzilla (snowzilla picture, snowzilla pictures, snowzilla alaska) is said to have "appeared." This stuff interesting myths are. Snowzilla? I've never even heard of it.

Have fun, web surfers. And, have a wonderful, Eve of Christmas, eagerly awaiting, the Day, of Christmas;

What is poveglia?

Friday, December 19, 2008

1984


I wear my blue suit two times a year. The last day of school and the last day of school. Try to figure that out. I'll give you a hint. I wore the blue suit today.

Take a look at previous "blue suit" days:


Okay, time to explain. My father worked at the 1984 Olympic Games in Los Angeles, California. The blue suit was his uniform. This blue suit is wonderful in all aspects of the word. Look up "wonderful" in the dictionary and you will see a picture of this blue suit. I'm not kidding. Look it up...

Did you know that earlier today I wrote the word gullible on the ceiling above your head?

Mr. Shuster really got a kick out of the blue suit. He said he attended the games with his wife and really enjoyed it. Mr. Shuster being Mr. Shuster whipped out his camera phone and snapped a few shots, one of the emblem on the jacket, one of the jacket (with me in it of course) and one of the whole shebang.

As I was walking out of school, some kid, I'm assuming an underclassman, yelled: "Hey what are you? Part of the blue man group? Did you get that at the 99¢ store?" Naturally, I waited for him, as he was walking behind him. I decided to make him feel really stupid, as I walked right next to him as he walked with his friends. I told him I did in fact buy it at the 99¢ store and he should get one too. We are going to where them, as twins, the first day back from break. As we walked out the front gates of the school, he said he needed to go to his locker. Really? I clearly made him uncomfortable. My job is done.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Gentleman


I don't think today could have gone any better, in terms of clothing that is. Today I was a British businessman, complete with black umbrella. The inspiration hit me as I opened up my secret santa gift on Friday: the hat. I remembered I had attained a huge tweed overcoat from a "dead man" (click here and read the last paragraph for more info), so I decided to wear my wool suit coat with some nice gray slacks, accompanied by my wonderful black loafers. Then I topped it off with the tweed overcoat and the hat. Pretty dapper, I'd say. Today was clearly the coldest day of the year thus far. I must say I was prepared. People were freezing and enjoying their unstoppable chattering teeth while I worried about my fingers getting a wee-bit chilly. In fact, Mr. Chris Deveux was convinced it was snowing outside. It was a happy moment.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Be ready...


This will probably be the longest post I have ever written up to this point. It's going to contain complex, detailed analysis of the band banquet on Friday night and a party on Sunday night.

Friday:

Okay let me explain. Friday night was the marching band banquet for 2008. Since I am a senior, I guess it was special. Most seniors were very emotional (I'm mainly referring to the "senior practice") but I was definitely not one of them. I just don't get emotional. Every senior said "some words," most gave a full on speech, I kept mine short and sweet. I declared that I joined marching band my freshman year because the drum deserved it. I got some laughs. Nevertheless, this concept really came true to me this year. My good buddies Mr. Jonny Trousdale and Mr. Kelii Miyata did not join drumline this year for their own individual reasons. I was pretty down about, but I figured my contribution to the drumline is significant enough that if I did not join again, the drumline would suffer greatly, not only because of skill level (haha) but because I was a leader, and with that comes responsibility. I really had no idea what would happen this year, but, let me tell you, it turned out pretty insanely awesome. I don't know what changed, but whatever it was, I'm glad it did. I made a bunch of friends I probably would never had made had I not been enthralled by drumming. We had our laughs, after all, we were the senior center. We played bridge, ate tapioca, and to whoever stole my dentures, I will find you (if you have no idea what I'm talking about, I apologize). I made some memories this year, here's a list of a few:
  1. Scrambled bacon/steamed water- I haven't laughed that hard in a long long time.
  2. Car wars with Kelsey Fabry- It got pretty interesting towards the end (car batteries and karma)
  3. "Why do you have pants?" "Yeah" I don't even want to explain.
  4. Douglas Newbill's broken collarbone
  5. Talking to Trevor Fabry and Nico Hernandez about meat for 45 minutes.
  6. Playing with drumline at rallies. Rallies=irony at it's finest. Rallies are known for their cause of boredom; people cheer the loudest when a white streamer flies between the field goal posts. However, while everybody is walking in and out, they are watching the drumline play. We get the most attention out of the entire rally, when, in theory, we should be getting the least. It's awesome.
  7. I bet there are many more. Please jog my memory.

I had a good time this year. I wish my buddies could have joined me, but it's done now and they missed out. So what's next? Mr. Steve Hernandez is pleading with me to do Winter Drumline. So I guess I'm going to do it. I'll see you all then.

About the banquet: it was a Las Vegas theme so naturally, I wore Hawaii themed clothing. I won Best Dressed for the third year in a row, I was excited. During intermission, the drumline and color guard exchanged their secret santa gifts. I wish wish wish I took a picture of what I gave Mr. David Maresca. I got him a sweet brown suitcase, with treasures such as an "Idiot's Guide To Raising Your Credit Report" an instruction book on the Spanish language and an Ella Fitzgerald record. It was quite the sight. I went to Goodwill and spent $7 to get all my secret santa stuff for the banquet and for the upcoming Wednesday's Christmas party at church. I received a cool hat from Ms. Chloe Porshe. I am grateful.

By the way, the picture symbolizes the ending of the season.





Moving on: Saturday.

Okay, here we go. I was told by Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick that there was a party on Friday night. I told him I probably couldn't go, which ended up being true. I asked him how it went and he told me it was never Friday, it was Saturday. I sat in amazement and decided to go. I don't know the girl, where the party was at, what time it starts. Nothing at all.

I find out it's a really nice party at a hotel. That's it. 20 mins before 7 pm I get a hold of Mr. Kyle Dietz and he tells me the address of the hotel and that it is "just a dance party." Wow. So I pick up Mr. Scott Weir at 7:20 to go to this "party" that Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick. We had no idea what we were getting into or even what we were doing. Talk about spur of the moment. On the way over there, we talked about the girl, Ms. Amber White. I had never even heard of her, Scott said he met her once three years ago.

We arrive at the hotel and see Mr. Dylan Bennett outside. Naturally, I roll down my window and yell out to Dylan:

"Dylan! What's up man!"
"What are you guys doing here? You were invited?"
"Yeah man! I'm gonna go park!"
"*look of disbelief*"

I hurry up and park, only to see Dylan completely gone. Scott claims to have seen him get in a car. We go over to where he was standing and on the ground was an unbelievable sight. Dylan had turned into three packs of playing cards. It was astounding.

Mr. Scott Weir decided to call Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick and tell him to come outside to tell us where to go. We stood over the decks of cards (Mr. Dylan Bennett), in the freezing cold, dressed in suits. As we stood, we notice a girl walk outside. She kinda looks around, sees us and hurries over to us exclaiming: "Are you guys with Gabe? There are going to be a ton of party crashers tonight," as she walks away and back into the hotel. Bewilderment overtook our emotions. Soon Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick came outside explaining the intense security as they did not want ANY party crashers tonight, which is exactly what Mr. Scott Weir and I were. He even showed us the high-tech "Amber White's Sweet Sixteen" bracelet he had on for entry. As we stood, I rejected party crasher Mr. Garrison Hopper walked out of the hotel. I had not seen this guy since elementary school. We immediately recognized each other and had a little convo. It was the definition of awesome.

Anyway, Mr. Gabe Kirkpatrick walked Mr. Scott Weir and I into the hotel to get out of cold. Here we stood, before the master of ceremony's, some lady who had the guest list. We were not going to be allowed in until we get direct permission from Ms. Amber White herself. This is quite the party. I kept telling Mr. Scott Weir as well as others that the key to this was being polite. On the way in to the party, there was man walking and he looked at me and I at him and I asked, "How's it goin?" and he answered "Fine thanks." Mr. Scott Weir asked me what in the world I was doing. I told him I was being polite, it's the key.

We finally get in. We were told by the master of ceremonies that we could step inside only for Ms. Amber White's entrance, then we would have to get Ms. Amber White's permission to stay immediately after. We were in. We, the party crashers, had gotten into the uncrashable party. Once Amber made her entrance, she made a little speech, explaining she was so glad her most special friends could join her on her birthday. I looked at Mr. Scott Weir and snickered.

Soon, we become enthralled in an addictive game of Craps. At the hotel, there was separate small "casino." Craps is a very interesting game, this particular round resulting in many multi-thousandaires (haha). Little did we know, we were supposed to keep our chips. Oh well. Last night is done now. It was quite ironic as when we walked into the room, everybody swarmed the poker tables. Mr. Scoot Weir and I stood in the middle, confused on what we should do. We were soon lured to the Craps table. What began as just the two of us, became the most popular table in the "casino." This where we met "The Man." This guy was pro. I don't how he did it, but he insisted suit jackets were made to carry poker chips. Interesting. Anyway, we saw this guy allover the place, always alone. We played blackjack with him too. This was quite the interesting party, indeed. I don't know what left. The party catered this wonderful chicken. This was Mr. Scott Weir's favorite part of the party. I'd have to say my favorite part of the party was singing to Ms. Amber White's uncle, Eric, "Happy Birthday" as Saturday was his actual birthday, and out of the love of his heart, he attended his nieces sweet sixteen. I thought it was so random. This guy was Mr. Las Vegas. Not even kidding. I don't feeling like explaining myself.

Oh yeah, and more. Attending Ms. Amber White's party were many "interesting" individuals, most thinking extremely highly of themselves. Most of the party, they wore their shirts open to display their "defined" muscles, and to accompany the bare chestedness, they thought it was so cool to wear their ties on their heads. But wait, there's more. So at this hotel, there is obviously more than one room you can rent out. Because of this, one of the rooms closest to the room dedicated to Ms. Amber White's sweet sixteen was filled with a bunch of older folks. So these bare-chested, tie-headed "basketball players" (thank you for clearing that up, Mr. Joel Waddell) decide to run into the older folks party and dance and yell and act like complete idiots. After the buffoons left, I almost walked in there and apologized for their behavior. I should have.

Here is something else that is sad: the entire party went outside to see the "unveiling" of Ms. Amber White's "present." This was the majority reaction: "Oh, it's only a Jeep Liberty. My mom drives that!" Are you kidding me! That's dedication right there. The only time I talked to Ms. Amber White was moments before Mr. Scott Weir and I left; she exclaimed: "I got a new car!" Soon after, Mr. Scott Weir and I left, reflecting on the party and the wonderful events that took place. Thank you, Ms. Amber White, so much for "inviting" us to your party. I signed your behemoth of a card.

What a night.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Ralph Lauren


Today's inspiration: yesterday: Byron Mak: lunch: declaration: preppy people who wear sweaters around their neck: I tell him I'm going to do it: I show up looking like a country club, preppy New Englander: I tell people I finished 18 holes before school and plan to go play polo after school: I did in a sense: without horses:

Today I have to write the script for my new film "William Matthews," the story of a boy who becomes a recluse after his friends disappear. It's a really depressing story, and I'm not gonna lie, I'm not exactly in the best mood right now. In theory, it really can not get any better than this, but this is not theory, this is reality. I really do not want to write this script. Listening to slow depressing music helps me get in the mode. I'm listening to A Perfect Circle's "The Noose." Lovely title, ain't it? It sets the tone for the project I guess. We'll I'm going to get started. The film is due Jan 16, so expect an internet premiere on this very blog sometime around that day. Wish me luck. Happy reading:

ADDITION: I forgot a very important aspect of my day. As you know I was mocking the preppy clothing style we all know and love. I walked into third period, with my popped collar and sweater around my neck when I run into Mr. Westlund, you know, the disney animator sub, who, very ironically, was wearing his sweater the EXACT same way I was. I don't know if he realized I was mocking the style, but either way, I felt rather uncomfortable as I walked past him the three times I did during the day. Very strange experienece. And the funny thing is, I've never seen anybody in real life wear a sweater like that, only in the movies and magazine ads, and the one day I do it? Mr. Westlund picks up on it.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Crime Scene Investigation


Today reminded me of CSI. I wore "Police Line Do Not Cross" tie I received as a gift. People liked it, as did I. It was really hard to tie though, which was rather strange. Whatever. I don't have much to talk about. Drumline is almost done, we have one competition left. I'm debating about joining winter dl, the audition is in 15 mins. I really can't afford it though. I guess we'll see what happens.

I'm sitting here right now trying to think of something to write. I know the reader enjoys interesting posts and I try to fuel that fire. Sometimes it is hard though, you know? Life is pretty good right now, good enough to not vent on this lovely blog of mine. Even if it was pretty bad right now, I probably wouldn't vent on this lovely blog of mine. This blog is dedicated to my senior year (and probably past that *a new idea*) and I don't want to waste the reader's time reading about my problems and mishaps.

Speaking of new ideas, I'm probably going to work at Hume this summer. I just sent in my application this week and I have to set up an interview. I really hope I get into a media position, that would be a dream come true. Getting paid for what I love doing!? Oh man, good stuff. I hope I love doing it. I'm thinking about continuing this "Wednesday" dress up deal forever. Wouldn't that be great? When I'm 40, I'll be sitting in my cubicle somewhere with a fancy outfit on, writing on this blog. Wouldn't that be something? I don't know. If I work at Hume, there's going to be some awesome possum updates. You can count on that.