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The Twins wrapped up their season... erm, excuse me, REGULAR season today, and begin their post-season run at a third ring on Tuesday, which means at least another week of long hair for me, hopefully longer. The post-season, not the hair. Har har. Right now I'm transferring my David Gray DVD to tape, so I can listen to it wherever I want (and not put up with that weirdo's sideways head-tilt thing).

Peace.
-Todd

I spent the better part of today listening to, again and again, The Flaming Lips album I bought last week, and it only seems to be getting better. I mean MY GOD! How in the fuck did they make their music so damned good? I also went to the Look Down show at Ginkgo, which included covers of Mason Jennings and Martin Devaney, as well as a sublime take on Kenny Rogers' The Gambler, which is a mighty-fine song. And the 'subdued version' of The Oh My God Hot Springs made my night absolutely spectacular, but if that wasn't already enough, I got to see the KISSMOBILE! After everyone left my house tonight, Ben and Sunny immediately came back and told me that the Kissmobile was parked just blocks from my house, so we went and took a gander, and the people responsible for driving it all over the country not only stopped to chat with us, but they also gave us some limited edition Mint Kisses! DUDE! It was a sweet night!

Peace.
-Todd

School was all fucked up today. We had this kind of half-day deal where each class lasts about a half-hour. With my extra two hours I had lunch at La Cucaracha and went to Eclipse and played a lot of pinball. I also bought a Flaming Lips album, which makes me happy. Anyway, after taking first place on the Star Wars machine and playing my proceeding two free games I made my way back home and watched some David Gray. For some reason I find myself utterly captivated by it yet again, despite having posessed it for just under a year. It's just so damned good. Tomorrow I have double late start, but I'm panicking (not really) because I need to have five photos in on Friday and have only one with which I'm comfortable handing in. I'll figure it out.

Peace.
-Todd

Twins game. 4-3. We won on a play at the plate from a pop-out by Bobby Kielty on which Guzman tagged up. It was intense.

After school today, John and I watched Being John Malkovich, which is awesome, and I watched some of my David Gray DVD, which is awesome. I watched mainly for the outstanding performance of Please Forgive Me at the the end, which is awesome.

Tomorrow we have an early release, which means we leave at around noon or something, which is awesome.

Peace.
-Todd

We revealed parts today for the musical. I looks to me like everyone's pretty happy with their role, or at least they're being real cool about it and not bitching, which is nice. It looks like a group that should know we're not going to take the same shit we gave them last year, but they all know we're going to have a lot of fun, too. I'm excited.

I couldn't go down the hall today without someone stopping me to comment on the party. It was 'dope,' 'off the hook,' 'da bomb,' and 'out of control.'

Peace.
-Todd

This weekend, summed up in layers of awesomeness:

The Party. There were so many people crammed into my house I could just about crap. Even though the clean-up sucked and the people were fuckin' savages, it was still Really Fuckin' Awesome.

One Hour Photo. At times a little slow and somewhat awkward, the film was very edgy and it scared the pants off me. All in all it was a Pretty Sweet movie.

Pay As You Exit. I think it leaves a little to be desired, but their work paired with mine gives Quickstop an Okay first album.

Casting. I'm the fucking producer! There's NO reason for me to have been there. It was a real Sucky experience.

Peace.
-Todd

Tonight I helped to accomplish the ordeal that is casting Fiddler on the Roof. It took three hours, and although this pales in comparison to past casting times, it doesn't make it suck any less.

I couldn't wait to get through with today. During my sixth hour I was as antsy as my kid brother on pep pills. I don't know why, though. It's not like I have anything to do this weekend, except maybe start work on my TOK paper... eugh. I also missed the football game because of casting and now I can't find out by how much Cretin killed us.

Peace.
-Todd

Auditions. Ugh. But I got postseason tickets today, which is nice. I also talked to Katie from Lake Forest for something like a half-hour. It sounds pretty righteous. I still don't have anything worthwhile to talk about. Um... I started reading (books) again. I'm almost finished with Farenheit 451. I suppose that's a good one to start over with. Here's the list of books I intend on reading in the next few days/weeks/months:

The Intuitionist by Colson Whitehead
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Hollowpoint by Rob Reuland
Slack Jaw by Jim Knipfel
Breaking Up America by Joseph Turow
John Henry Days by Colson Whitehead
Amnesia Moon by Jonathan Lethem

Peace.
-Todd

I reorganized some shit. Now there's a content (or lack thereof) page. The links have been reorganized, as well. Other'n that, I've got fuck all going on.

Peace.
-Todd

Kelsey's a bad college student. Hee. It's good to know she's not trying too hard.

I'm a bad high school student. I'm not going to school tomorrow because I'm taking seniors pictures at 12:45. It doesn't really matter, though. The only thing I'm really missing out on is choosing the theme for our yearbook. Ugh. It's down to "It's About Time" and "For the Record." The latter is partially my idea, in which we'd take pictures of students as per their favorite album covers, which I think is a damn cool idea. I doubt it wins, though. Fuck it. I don't care.

Peace.
-Todd

I'm just sitting in Mr. Cherin's room. I'm his TA, but that pretty much means I don't have to do a whole lot, which is nice. Instead I took a nap on the floor and blogged. Great, huh?

I went to the Twins game tonight. We won. Yeah... a nap would be nice. Hell, maybe I should just go to sleep.

I also got free tickets to Concert in the Park, somehow, I guess. Whatever.

Peace.
-Todd

Love to the Northeast!

Jesus fucking Christ, I got 51 hits yesterday. This is laughable by most standards, but 51 is a lot of goddamn hits for my piece of shit website, especially when I average about seven or so a day. It kinda makes me angry that the shock value of the past couple of days proceedings is what fueled this. It is indeed saddening that people only find me interesting when I get angry about something, but what the hell ever.

I think it's gotten a little ridiculous. It looks like Chad wants to drop it altogether, though, so I guess we can just leave well enough alone, for now. He's gotten his point across. I maintain that I don't agree with it. We're both stubborn bastards. It's likely that nothing will change. I don't think we'll drop it outright, so for lack of a less moronic way to put it, we're going to have to agree to disagree (What an awful cliché! I feel dirty).

Peace.
-Todd

I'm not very interested in prolonging any kind of grudge match between myself and Chad. I think what happened was that I reacted to the initial shock value and went all gung-ho defensive. By no means do I want to bury the hatchet, but I don't want to embroil myself in a hissy-fit with the kid. It's really not worth it. Like I said earlier, some of the shit I wrote was pretty harsh, and I retracted most of it, but as long as he uses his website as a spawning ground for hate, I'm going to take issue with it.

I finally got my schedule figured out:
2. Theory of Knowledge IB
3. Teacher Aide for Cherin
4. Advanced Journalism
5. Art & Design IB - Photography
6. Probability & Statistics AP

Peace.
-Todd

Chad went on the defensive. It appears as though I've pissed him off, and I guess that's something I shouldn't have done, because now I'm a "crybaby little bia that can't respect peoples opinions." Granted, he has the right to one. I won't deny him that. However, I shouldn't feel like I can't take issue with the particular opinion he's taken, so I don't. Chad seems pretty upset about that. What he fails to see is that it is his own intolerance making him angry, not that of other people. Of course, I'm just speculating.

Peace.
-Todd

I read what I just wrote and don't feel finished. I feel like I need to put out a note of self-preservation.

I'm not going to say that I don't label people or that I don't talk about them behind their backs. I am however, going to say that I don't hate anyone. What Chad's done doesn't please me and it does anger and irritate me, a lot, but I don't hate him. I can get angry at him for his opinions, but I don't feel like I could hate him for them. Though he says some pretty mean-spirited stuff, I don't think he is the 'very bad person' I made him out to be. I just think he may be confused and cynical, which, when combined can be pretty volatile. Hell, I know all about it.

I still don't like the kid and I still don't think he's very nice, but I don't feel right targeting him on my site and writing all sorts of shit about him. That drops me down to his level, and that's not somewhere I want to be. So, until he really pisses me off, I'll have to continue deriding his website and his opinions, but not him, even though he probably likes Vanilla Coke.

Peace.
-Todd

The kid has no sense. Nor does he make any. I mean, Jesus Christ, who the fuck does he think he is? He even writes about laughing at his own shitty jokes. But he's had it rough, I mean being a teenager is ~so hard~. He must have super-fucking-powers to even get out of bed in the morning. I really would like to find out whether or not the kid actually has anything to rant about, because at last check all I saw were complaints about how hard life is and how he doesn't have a girlfriend or how uncool he feels. Oh, and lets not forget about bad-mouthing (and putting up pictures of) people he doesn't even know just because he feels inferior to them in one way or another. I think I speak for almost everyone in the world when I say that he's not funny, has nothing to complain about and is, all-in-all, a very bad person.

The best part is that when Chad actually runs across this he'll try to write on his website about how he 'laughed out loud for fifteen minutes about how stupid Todd is.' Jesus, he should just be glad I'm throwing hits his way. I mean, godDAMN his hit-counter is displayed pretty freaking prominently, like he's proud of his 3125 visitors or something. There's a reason I put mine at the bottom: Because I know and acknowledge that no one gives a damn about the shit I do. Maybe I just don't understand his type of humor, but I think chances are pretty good that he's one of the only people that does. Because to me, humor doesn't include talking shit about people behind their backs or cracking random one-liners that just suck altogether, much less complaining about bad drivers and creating comic strips that don't make any sense to begin with.

I'm actually not satisfied with the way all that got put down, but it's the best I could do on the matter, as it still makes very little sense to me.

Peace.
-Todd

I'm waving the homer hanky again for the first time since 1991 and I am loving it: The Twins ended the A's win-streak at 20 tonight when Radke pitched a five-hit shutout against Oakland. It was great. Joe, Charlie, Max, Max, Andy, Teal and I all went to the game. I'm hoarse from yelling so damned much, but I don't care, because the Twins' magic number is at eight meaning that they are all but in the post-season. I'm very happy.

Peace.
-Todd

I, by no means, consider myself a superstitious or spiritual person, which is why I feel extremely lucky today: At about 7:00 I got a phone call from my father, at work, telling me I have no school on account of a power outage. I thought I was still asleep, dreaming. It's kind of ironic, but in some kind of backward Alanis Morrisette way: The lightning that kept me up all night promising to make my day at school miserable knocked out the power, therefore eliminating my need to be there at all. Instead I'm still awake, and not sleeping, but blogging? It's like rayeeehain...

Peace.
-Todd

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages: Presenting...

FÜKAROO
by Joe

So there's that, and then there's this. The former makes me quide glad. I can only hope that Joe will grace us with his comedic splendor more often. The latter, however, makes me so unbelievably angry, I've started a rant page.

I visited Chad's site under the pretense that little had changed and that he was still running a harmless rant page: Oh no. He's decided to post pictures of people that he doesn't like for one reason or another. I'm under the assumption that he doesn't like them as they are too 'elitist' to give him the time of day. I also happen to know that Chad is a very abrasive person and doesn't understand the meaning of good taste. He's so wrapped up in being on the outside looking in on the people he's labeled as 'cool' that he must hate them in order to fuel his pitiful journal. Christ, he even has the audacity to link my site after bad-mouthing my friends, not to mention posting my full name under a quote that I certainly don't remember speaking, at least not in recent memory. I think he thinks he knows me. I've spoken five words to the kid and he writes about me and calls my phone and leaves messages and shit. He can kiss my ass.

Peace.
-Todd

I finished editing the photos from Unlimited Sunshine:

31 August 2002

Heh, I'm actually at school right now and I'm doing nothing, as I have no first hour. I can't check my e-mail anymore because the district put a firewall on Yahoo! Mail. Bullish. I don't actually have anything to write because I am at school and there's nothing even remotely interesting about that.

I need to get my goddamned schedule fixed but they're not letting me do anything about it. I don't think I'm willing to sit idly by while they subtly shush me into a corner for an entire week of school. That's not something I like.

Peace.
-Todd

Tonight I drank two fluid ounces of Torani almond syrup. Needless to say I'm feeling pretty gross now. Blah.

I haven't resized the two-million pictures I took at Unlimited Sunshine, but as soon as I finish (which may take some time), they'll be up under 31 August 2002.

I was going to write some kind of review-type thing about the show, but Joseph beat me to it: Read.

Peace.
-Todd