in caseo veritas

2003-09-22T22:20:00.000-05:00

D00D! ahve you played teh new 1.6 Counterstrike!

Its totally sweet i totally PWNed sum n00bs!

2003-09-21T15:03:00.000-05:00

Alex: what have you been up to?
Cooper: *shrug*
Cooper: little of everything
Alex: best of BOTH worlds?
Cooper: heh
Alex: oh how I want to be in that number

2003-09-16T19:25:00.000-05:00

As promised, discrete points, a continuous freehand curve.

The addresses may change eventually. And don't laugh. It's my first attempt.

2003-09-15T18:53:00.000-05:00

Sorry it's been awhile.

a)I was sick. Badness all around there.
b)I'm IN FREAKING COLLEGE.

*ahem*

So I just wrote the first two of those applets I was talking about. They allow the user to explore inverse functions; i.e. you draw a function on the axes and it plots the inverse of that function. When (if?) they get posted, I'll pop a link up here so you can peruse to your hearts' content. I'm rather proud of myself, since I came from no Java at all to those applets in about, oh, half to three-quarters of an hour.

My sister now has a 'blog! Check out the new link.

I tried 'Spicy Chicken Enchiladas' for lunch in the dining hall. They were neither spicy nor enchiladas. For one, they were made from wheat flour, which is ridiculous. I was like someone made bland chicken burritos and sprayed them with cream.

I swear, the Mexican food here is a cocktease.

I'm quite hyper this afternoon/evening, quite inexplicably. Could be the caffeine. Or the 96% I got on the Calc test I was worried about.

2003-09-04T12:14:00.000-05:00

Well, the chimichangas are fairly good here.

Surprising, because all of the other 'Mexican' food is atrocious. Really it is.

The only problem with the chimichangas is the beef: it tastes like it was prepared by an Italian. Instead of diced onion, red chiles, jalapeno, and maybe some cumin, they prepared the ground beef with diced bell pepper and what I think was a hint of garlic, and lots of tomato.

But I'll take what I can get, I suppose.

2003-08-30T13:17:00.000-05:00

Well, who's bored as fuck?

That's right, folks, Cooper is indeed bored as fuck.

You see, because all of the Lower Peninsula is an hour and a half at most from MSU, all the Michiganders go home for Labor Day.

And those who haven't left yet are at the football game. Which adds another level to the boredom: hearing the band and crowd from my room, and not really wanting to be at the game but at the same time envying those at the game for having something they want to do that they're doing.

Sigh.

I would go do something with the other out-of-staters (like Ashley upstairs, who's from Buffalo), but obviously none of us knows what there is to do here.

Oi.

But last night was fun. Scary movie night in Inna's and Sarah's room. I skipped most of it except the last half of Requiem for a Dream. Then the movie night moved to Chris' room, where we watched the last half of The Two Towers. Suchness was fun.

But I guess the honeymoon's over. I'm thinking of closing my windows and busting the sax, seeing as I only have neighbours on one side (the other side is the laundry room/lounge area), and I think they're out, and in any case they blast loud music all the time with their door open.

So if you have any ideas on something fun I could do, gimme a shout out.

2003-08-28T23:28:00.000-05:00

So now I not only have ninja friends, I also have bus driver friends.

2003-08-24T14:03:00.000-05:00

I went to church at University Baptist this morning.

I had a great time. I found out (via people asking where I'm from) that Chad Helgesson, the ISA physics and calculus teacher, went to UBC when he lived here. I didn't even know he lived here.

Funkay.

I also got all but one of the books I had left to get. So I'll cross my fingers and hope I can find it sometime soon.

I bought a hot pot. For $6.94. List: $19.99. Who is a god? Cooper is a god.

Classes start tomorrow.

2003-08-23T20:21:00.000-05:00

Tonight in the bookstore, I made ninja friends.

Hoo-ah!

2003-08-22T19:01:00.000-05:00

So I'm in East Lansing at Michigan State University.

Yay!

Move-in went smoothly because:
1. Gilchrist has a small population
2. Gilchrist is mostly upperclassmen
3. My roommate was already here
4. Alexis is a complete badass

So that was Wednesday. Alexis and I also spent time with the younger generation of Courtrights. That was interesting. Lots of emotions flying all over the place being misinterpreted.

Thursday I drove Alexis to the Detroit airport for her flight home. We at Six Mile Road and I-275, at this Chinese place. Our check was written in Chinese. How cool is that.

Then I got back to MSU and went to the Honors Convocation, which went smoothly, 'cept they put my two badass accomplishments right next to each other in the PowerPoint presentation about 'Someone in your class. . . '. Harrumph.

Then was the first pep rally at Spartan Stadium. Moderately boring to dull. But--then it rained.

Basically everyone left, and as we did so it really opened up, then came the hail, then came the football in Landon Field. I acquired the nickname 'Slips', which is actually short for 'Slippery Guy', because as a rusher I was very good at getting past the blockers, due to my sweaty and muddy condition.

Today I had an interview with Dr. Brian Keller, with whom I will have my PAship when school starts. We'll be working on the Core-Plus Mathematics Curriculum, which is used in its current incarnation by 600,000 children. Cutting edge shit. I think he's going to teach me Java so I can program Web applets to help kids with visualising concepts. I'm excited about that. Dr. Keller seems pretty cool.

I do miss everyone, though. Particularly Brittney.

And I miss Las Asusenas.

2003-08-19T00:20:00.000-05:00

Hello from sunny Cleveland, Ohio!

'Cept I'm actually in Shaker Heights, and it's not sunny because it's one o'clock.

It's not ever really that sunny anyway.

We got into town this afternoon around 16. After driving many miles. Arkansas sucks, Kentucky's pretty but easy to get lost in, 18-wheelers have 18 wheels for a very good reason (and it's not to lift them up to show them off), and--according to my sister--it's against the rules to drive on I-71 with a nosebleed.

Also, it's a bad idea to say 'pee-pee potty' anywhere in the vicinity of a two-year-old. Trust me on that one.

I had a lovely dinner conversation with the Rinderknechts. Tonight was Jakob's last night in Shaker, so he fixed a lovely dinner. Jakob is the sort of fellow that I at once am drawn to become and fear becoming. He's erudite, clever, and sometimes appears to have the gift of sophistry. But he's definitely sincere about it. I donno. He's cool.

It's kind of surreal to return to one's childhood haunts. Hans and I rocked it to the mic of Shaker (i.e. we chilled out at the Rinderknecht residence playing with Baroque instruments) for most of the rest of the evening. Tomorrow maybe I'll hook up with Eddie Ceaser or Ed Cormany.

Good ol' Shaker, how sometimes I miss thee, and other times am glad for having missed thee.

Other news: N/A

2003-08-14T19:10:00.000-05:00

Well, my party was pretty good. Got some jazz on.

So I left San Antonio this afternoon.

Austin traffic sucks my vas deferens like a bendy straw. I saw three accidents occur. On I-35. Going approximately 50 miles per hour. And that was at 15. Jebus.

I'm spending the night at Alexis' place in Waco. We're going to leave tomorrow around, oh, 7 or so. Yay roadtrips.

2003-08-11T14:33:00.000-05:00

Well.

I'm now sheening with sweat.

I just packed the majority of my stuff in the car. Surprisingly, it fit. Hell, I could even take along another passenger.

So what I have yet to pack:
laptop
jewellery
just enough clothes to last until next wednesday
some sweaters, hats, and pajamas that I'll stuff in bewteen rattley things
money (checkbook, wallet, box of quarters)
R2D2 die (from the Star Wars Deluxe Edition Trivial Pursuit)
notebooks
kites
a wristwatch
some beads
Martial, my teddybear
important documents
two Homies
bugle
Homer Simpson singing hula doll
alarm clock
four pair of shoes

Sigh. I'm leaving soon. This makes me anxious.

2003-08-09T23:38:00.000-05:00

A notice to everyone:

Cooper's Going Away / Graduation Party
19.00
Tuesday, 12 August 2003
Cooper's House (IM or call for directions)

Chicken fajitas, grilled vegetables, games, music, dancing, tomfoolery, and a good time in general.

Come if you want to see me, because I'm leaving on Thursday!

2003-08-09T21:01:00.000-05:00

Well.

We went to dinner at Mamacita's in Kerrville tonight, as it was Family Day.

That was good. They have a dish Queso del Mar 'Cheese of the Sea', that's Monterrey Jack and picante sauce over boiled shrimp, then they flame it. Tasty. But the trip, in addition to being good, was rather pointless because apparently earlier this year, they opened a Mamacita's in San Antonio.

Also, it was highly allergenic. We drove home via Texas 16 (a very cool road with many interesting historical attractions), and someone was burning ash-juniper aka

mountain cedar

aka

hell shit tree.

We just happened to have the air-conditioner on outside air.

So now I feel like shizzit. I can feel the aerosolised oils digging into my sinuses like a battalion of little allergen-ants.

Dig dig dig. Dig dig dig. Dig dig dig dig dig.

Dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig dig

fuck.

2003-08-07T20:13:00.000-05:00

Brittney, I'm sorry, but if Howard Dean and Al Gore ever have a lovechild, I'm leaving you for her/him.

2003-08-07T16:09:00.000-05:00

Katie: shh. chill, bambini. think happy thoughts.

It's one-hundred eight degrees Fahrenheit outside.

2003-08-07T13:09:00.000-05:00

So after many moons of waiting--and only a week before I leave--I find out my roommate's name, address, and phone number.

He's a music ed major from West Virginia. I have yet to talk to him.

And I'm an uptight asshole, so I'm freaking out right now about:
1. Buying appliances.
2. Getting all of my stuff packed.
3. All of my stuff fitting (in the car or in my room).
4. Not dying on the 1542-mile drive.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!

2003-08-05T18:42:00.000-05:00

My love is like woe.
My kiss is like woe.
My touch is like woe.
My sex is like woe.
My ass is like woe.
My body's like woe.

2003-08-04T21:54:00.000-05:00

The problem with really opening your heart to someone is that when she breaks it you still love her.

2003-08-01T10:03:00.000-05:00

MONKEY-HUMP YOUR FACE!

2003-08-01T00:22:00.000-05:00

Mike: Finally get to see yo bitch a$$ go north!
Mike: Nah, I'll give ya a hug and sing ya a song.

2003-07-30T18:40:00.000-05:00

Katie: cooooper. you don't have to sell your body to the night.

2003-07-30T18:37:00.000-05:00

Well.

Right now I'm at Trinity University for the National Junior Classical League Convention.

It's a busier NJCL than I've ever been to, which is why I'm only now getting Internet access. But apparently you can just plug in an Ethernet cable to the wall and go. Which is lovely. 100Mbps=joy.

Events so far:
Grammar Test. No good. I was very much asleep. Didn't even turn it in.
Greek Derivatives Test. Easy test. Good (?).
Roman History Test. FEH!
Poetry Comp Test. FEH.
Prose Comp Test. feh? I think I may have done well.
Ancient Geography Test. Hellzya. I know there was a lot I didn't know, but overall it was easier than I expected.
Essay Competition. This thing starts at 8.15. They cap it at 30 girls and 30 boys for each grade 9-12 and 30 boys and 30 girls for grades 6-8 combined. So they know in advance how many of us there are going to be. So they put us in a room that is too small. So the 30% overflow have to be fit in between already-seated competitors (They're supposed to be every other seat.) which is irritating but forgiveable. So by random chance, they stick me right next to Xine. So it's a small world.

It's interesting to be the only representative of my school. Mr. Sears isn't particularly doing anything in the chaperone department, just calls my cell periodically to check that I'm breathing.

I'd thought I might have Brittney stop by the campus or somesuch on free time, but it turns out they're actually keeping people out this year, in addition to keeping people in. And I've no wish to get in trouble or get her in trouble.

That's just about all I can think of. I bought a suave long-sleeve tee shirt that reads CARPE DIEM AUT ITE AD INFERNUM. The sleeve says SOCIETAS LATINA.

Damn, I love Nationals.

2003-07-24T00:44:00.000-05:00

Alex: I'd suck Drew off, but not date drew
Alex: cause drew is nasty

2003-07-22T19:11:00.000-05:00

You know what's nice about enetation? It includes IP tracking.

So if you're going to leave a comment and you want me not to know who you are, you should at least use a different connexion or something.

2003-07-22T11:28:00.000-05:00

Well, the weekend was--pretty much a normal weekend, I guess.

On Saturday, hung out with Brittney before work, then I went to Jim's with Ben and Mikey. Esther, Kim, and Jenny showed up.

Jenny's nosering disappointed me. I was expecting maybe 18-gauge gold bull ring through her septum. No such luck. Just a little gem along the curve.

Um, I talked to Julianna for a while. She wrote a very special note in my notebook (though parting with my notebook for the 45 minutes or so it took was rather distressing--it is a new notebook, after all), the contents of which I shall not reveal. She also drew a pretty picture of a rose.

Then Ben, Mikey, Esther, Kim, and Jenny left. Leaving me 100% alone. So I called April and chatted for a bit.

Then Brittney showed up, so we spent some quality time there.

Sunday was the usual Sunday. Tried to order plane tickets, but apparently we missed out on all the good deals by waiting too long. Went to Brittney's grandmother's house for a little bit. That was cool.

Then we came back to my house to chill. Watched Talk Sex.

Monday was, well, Monday. Donno what to say there. Mostly because I don't remember it too well. My dad and I trimmed the front tree.

And this morning I've been cutting up the limb-trimmings in the front. Got a cut on my hand. Ow. In a bit, I'm going over to Brittney's to help her move back there from Sara's (long story).

So I must run to finish cutting. Tootles.

2003-07-18T21:12:00.000-05:00

Yo.

Got back from Blanco a little bit ago.

That was mad fun. Driving around the Hill Country looking for 85+ cemeteries and only finding ca. 15 of them. Playing with spiders the size of my hand. Contemplating the spider bites on my hand. Chasing blazing-fast skink-looking lizards over tombstones.

And most of that was this morning.

But really, I had an awesome time, and I hope to get some hardcore poetry out of it. I've already got a few lines to run with.

I would like to apologise to the unknown Leroy out there for the shoddy grammar on the comment last week. My bad. I was on the run, and my mind was fuddled with how to translate 'State' in 'Michigan State University'. Provinciae is rather a shitty pass for it. Also, many thanks for the corrections.

Which reminds me--there's lots of German I need translated. Care to HBO and give her a whirl, all you Deutschspreckers?

Verstorben, aber nicht vergessen.
Seid unverzagt und hoffet auf den Herrn.
Ich weiss, dass mein Erlosser lebet
Selig sind die Toten, die in dem Herrn sterben, von nan mi.

And a bit of wisdom for all you peops: when you hear a construction like Who yo' name is?, you know you're listening to Nelly.

2003-07-12T21:27:00.000-05:00

Just got back from Michigan.

Was delayed about 14 hours doing so. Stayed in a posh Chicago hotel for free. Ordered linguine with clam sauce (Italian guy on the other end: will that be red or white?) for delivery at 1.30.

Anyway, my courses next year:

fall
4 GRM 101 (Elementary German I)
4 LIN 401 (Intro to Linguistics)
3 LIN 441 (Historical Linguistics)
3 LTN 401 (Augustan and Early Imperial Prose)
3 MTH 254 H (Honors Calculus III)
17 hours total

spring
4 GRM 102 (Elementary German II)
3 CLA 160 (Myth and Tolkien)
3 LIN 434 (Intro to Syntax)
3 LIN 471 (Sociolinguistics)
3 MTH 309 (Linear Algebra I)
16 hours total

It's pretty cool to be a junior. All those 400-levels are kind of scary, though. Ah, well. My parents seem to dig it, so I figure screw the naysayers. My mom took 18 hours every semester and did summer school, and she definitely pulled it out. Maybe heavy coursework is in my genes. Or in my jeans. :-?

I don't wear jeans.

I prefer my heavy coursework in khakis.

I definitely ran with that one too far. Which reminds me of something I read in a book I perused in East Lansing (O'Reilly's guide to C++ programming or something like that):

A student programmer once wrote a program to perform some simple mathematical operations. After compiling it, he entered RUN, but the results scrolled across the screen so fast that he could not read them to check them against the correct answers.
He asked: 'If I tell it to WALK, will it go slower?'

So tomorrow I'm leaving for Pat's cabin. I'll have my cell with me, but it's roaming at the cabin itself, so don't expect any calls from me, unless I'm in Blanco, in which case I probably won't, because none of you ever returns my calls. Going to be doing some hardcore writingness. And some hardcore playingness.

2003-07-10T21:53:00.000-05:00

So it turns out I'm incredibly lonely.

I took a walk in the rain, and as the rain ended the fireflies came up out of the grass where they'd taken shelter.

It was beautiful.

And then the beauty faded into a sense of bereavement as the fireflies' flashes faded into darkness, lingering just long enough to allow me to follow it, a vague shadow of what had been.

Yes, that's cheesy. For some reason, I'm full of crazy emotion.

If something goes wrong, I'm the first to admit it.
The first to admit it, the last one to know.
If something goes right, it's likely to lose me.
It's apt to confuse me, because it's such an unusual sight.
I'll say it again: I can't get used to something so right.
Paul Simon

2003-07-10T20:37:00.000-05:00

Yo.

So I'm at MSU right now. I guess the whole 'No internet. . . bitches.' thing was a mite hasty. Except the bitches part.

Though I did get a call from 337.739.4894. Who apparently is not a bitch, because s/he called me.

Learn from this enlightened one, my children.

So, um, yeah, I decided to take German I instead of O-Chem. Heh.

That means four out of five classes will be in Wells Hall (largest class building on campus). Assuming I get all the classes I want. But hopefully they won't be full, as none of them is particularly a mass-requirement class. Maybe GRM 101 (German) and LIN 400 (Intro to Linguistics), but I doubt it.

Um, other than that, not much. Just chillin'.

See, this is weird. MSU just kind of feels right. Like really feels right. The people, the buildings, the campus, East Lansing. . .

But that presents a conflict of interest, because leaving home (and especially Brittney) sucks my nads.

Wow, um, don't read that the wrong way.

But yeah, such is teen angst.

Someone give me a shout out, or I will flay you. I promise.
PS I miss you all.

2003-07-09T00:17:00.000-05:00

Howdy.

I'll be out of town until Friday. No internet. Will have cell phone with me. Not that anyone ever calls, bitches.

Show is going to be next Wednesday, 16 July, at Texas Murder Music (6000-something Culebra, inside the Loop). Show starts at 20.00. I Voted for Kodos will perform last, but there will be about five or six bands total playing. Cover is $6.

Whether or not you want to come is up to you. Brittney and I will be there. It may or may not be a rockin' show.

I'll also be out of town from Sunday until next Friday (with the above exception of Wednesday).

So I found out today that my bandmate, Mike, the bassist, who was my in to the band (because he knows Rachel Haring) is the same Mike that Sara Barcus pedophilically dated last fall. I knew he looked familiar: it was the photograph of him she showed me in English class.

Turns out he's also buds/music pals with Jackson, the crazy ISA skacore kid.

I think Mike and I are soulmates.

Anyway, must get self ready for trip.

2003-07-07T16:21:00.000-05:00

Um, Blogger is fucking up.

2003-07-07T16:19:00.000-05:00

It's a rainy Monday afternoon in San Antonio.

Sorry I haven't posted in so long.

Friday (4 July) was devoted to visiting/bringing crap to my sister in Waco.

Problem: my grandfather's car (which is now my dad's car) had electrical issues, and we were trying to drive 250 miles in the rain. So we stopped in Austin at the Pep Boys store.

Luckily, our two-hour wait was alleviated by the presence of much shopping, inter alia a thrift store, Payless Shoesource, Starbucks. I bought some sandals at Payless, then went to the thrift store and bought $30 worth of pimp shit. Got a polyester jacket, a la late Beatles, kind of like the leather one that Han Solo wears in A New Hope, two vests, a brick-red-and-white-stripe knit blazer, and a gi featuring on the back a black man in tiger stance against a setting sun, captioned Master Yi MOOSUL TUKONG.

So we get into the car (which is not permanently fixed), and my parents randomly melt down into little-kid bitching. Serious annoying shit.

We met Alexis in Austin (she was driving down while the car was being inspected), at McKinney Falls State Park. Fire ants.

I don't recall what happened Friday night at all. Weird.

Saturday Brittney and I went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Tastiness. Then I did laundry. And played marriage counselor for my parents. Fuck that shit, they need to grow up. That night I went out with Ben.

We ate at Jim's, then went to Mikey's house, then went outside and urinated on cars. Yay. Went to Dave's house; he was being a miscreant with explosives. The boy made a tennis-ball bomb, i.e. a tennis ball filled with gunpowder and a fuse. He threw it down the street. What a dumbshit. It landed in his neighbours' yard, but no damage. Sounded/looked cool, though. Then he & co. went off to have a Roman candle fight.

Ben, Mikey, & I went back to Mikey's house and talked about gay sex a lot.

Sunday, as usual, was Brittneyday. We went to Jim's and ate their new wings. Then we headed to Eisenhower Park for a walk. /Cry.

I'm having a tough time dealing with the whole separation thing. Kind of tough, only have a month left, &c., &c. She's having an even tougher time of it, though, and I think that's the hardest part for me. Weird thing: her eyes are so absolutely beautiful when she's crying. I think that statement betrays a conflict of interest. But I'm no expert: I got a 3 on Macroeconomics.

This morning I haven't really done much, just more weeding clothes out. I did about an hour of work for my dad, and some research into PC TV tuners. They're a little expensive.

I also made a successful fruit smoothie.

Right now, I'm off to find more clothes to throw out. Take it easy.

2003-07-03T23:57:00.000-05:00

So I just got in from Jim's.

I was there with Erika, Monica, Jason, and then Sunil showed up.

He had The Silver Chair by CS Lewis, and he was smacking me upside the head with the spine of the book, causing me to put his keys in my pants (atop my penis) when he went to the restroom. Then Brittney showed up, which was good because it allowed us to see each other today.

But Sunil kept hitting me and the caffeine was gettting to me and so I felt nauseated and my head hurt (I think he gave me some sort of brain damage), so I wasn't good company, which tended to upset Brittney, which made bad juju at the table.

And I was already past curfew, so I wanted to go, but Monica/Erika begged me to stay. So I did for a while, but then I started feeling really not good so I decided to go home.

Sigh. Brittney was upset that she only got to see me for a little. Understandable; I felt the same way. But I also was upset that Sunil kind of killed the evening for me by fucking beating me. We ended on a kind of sour note.

So on the way home I called Sunil's phone and sang Fly Me to the Moon to Brittney.

Sigh. Tomorrow we're going to Waco to give my sister some furniture and have a Fourth of July picnic.

Now I'm going to go lie down, because I have a fucking headache and I want to dieish.

Meanwhile, check out this.

2003-07-02T15:49:00.000-05:00

So we're having our house painted on the exterior. The painters are really cool guys. So they need someone to go pick up the paint they ordered. I figured, sure.

Greg (painter) calls in the order, and tells me it's under his name, Waikem.

So I'm turning from Wurzbach onto Blanco and my nose explodes. Blood everywhere, including all down the front of the fruity purple-and-pink aloha shirt I bought for my sister, which she gave back to me because it was too small, and which I wear much too often for my girlfriend or my mother. I almost crash the car a few times going down Blanco (luckily the paint store isn't very far), but I manage to pull in safely, then sit in the car for ten minutes or so waiting for the nosebleed to stop and wipe off my hands on all the old ATM receipts that I hadn't gotten around to cleaning out yet.

Meanwhile, I've forgotten that name--Wiseman? Willcomb?--so I have to go in and ask them to a) give me an order I don't know the name on b) put it on Greg's tab c) give me a receipt, all with blood down my throat, all over my shirt and pants, and a bunch up under my fingernails and in the cracks of my knuckles.

Other news: I got my USB card in the mail today. It's a four-port USB 2.0 PCMCIA card with full bus-power capability. So now instead of the factory-installed 1.1 USB port, I have 4 1.1 ports and 4 2.0 ports.

Hell yeah.

Back to cleaning my room/feeling nausteated from having swallowed all that blood. . .

Fuck, I hope the blood comes out of that shirt.

2003-07-02T00:01:00.000-05:00

This morning Brittney and I went to fly kites at Oak Meadow Elementary. We stopped by Laura's house first (she was in her 'unmentionables' according to mom), then by Kovner's (he came with us to the school and stayed a while). The wind was mildly uncooperative. And it was hot. So we tied our kites to a tree and played on the swingset. Yay, swingsets.

Then we came home and I attempted to make a frozen-banana-and-strawberry smoothie for us, but the banana was too frozen, so it didn't blend nicely enough, and I didn't want to put very much milk in, just enough to make it a little creamy. So I tried to mash the fruit down in the blender with a plastic spoon. Yeah, that didn't work. Screwed up the blender, the spoon, the smoothie-to-be, the kitchen counter, my culinary pride, and my teeth.

But it didn't turn out that badly. And Brittney was amused to watch me.

Well.

Had another rehearsal with the Gadgets today. It was a bit more fun than yesterday, less hot. Perhaps it was because today, I brought Cicero the Space Monkey with me.

Apparently I've been selected the Sound Equipment Engineer. They have some nice stuff, but so far I guess it just hasn't been put to full employment.

We're playing at some place on Culebra on 16 July, opening for I Voted for Kodos.

Other news: I got my AP scores today--
5 US Government
5 Microeconomics
5 Biology
5 Calculus BC
5 Statistics
4 English Literature
4 Latin Literature
4 Comparative Government
4 Physics C (Mechanics)
3 Macroeconomics

Thoughts: Surprised a little about Biology. Expected maybe a 4. Annoyed with Latin Lit, though I know I made enough stupid mistakes that the score is fully understandable. I'll just never have the LTN 101 and LTN 102 marks on my transcript. . . boo hoo. Pissed at myself for English Lit, but also thinking it was a weird test. Surprised on CompGov and Physics, both of which were total bullshit anyway. And the 3 in Macro, well, it does mar my record, but it was a free test and I should have read more about interest rates.

Damn the interest rates! Full speed ahead!

But really, I think 63 hours is quite enough to have going into college.

2003-07-01T00:14:00.000-05:00

I have a nametag with my name on it!

Oh, wait, that says 'Brittney'. Damn.

Damn!

;-Þ

2003-06-30T23:37:00.000-05:00

So.

I'm in a ska band now. Just for the summer. The Go Go Gadgets. They're all right. Standard garage band stuff, I guess. We have a gig on 16 July. Details upcoming.

First rehearsal was today. In a garage.

A very rich garage. Damn, seriously.

And then I went to Pappadeaux, just to pop in and get a kiss, but Brittney was done, so we went to Jim's. Then Brittney did something silly as we were talking in the parking lot (don' remember what), and I slapped her face. She said it was really hot. This is weird, because I have serious power issues.

I mean, come on, a lot of fetishes are based on the male having power over the female. And that's just kind of icky. I mean, how you going to get off on controlling someone else? That's totally cheap.

But it really turned her on. So I guess maybe I'll have to do it again sometime. Once I get up the nerve.

She also told me to masturbate on the way home. Which I did. Came down Wurzbach from Blanco to NW Military.

Alex: that's fucking nasty
Alex: I wanna see!!

Well, I have a room to clean/pack up before Thursday.

2003-06-30T08:45:00.000-05:00

Ha ha, now enetation works. I am a genius. That is all.

2003-06-29T01:13:00.000-05:00

Well, I saw that enetation is effectively defunct, but apparently so is every other bit of commenting software/services out there. So I guess you don't get to leave comments. How highly unsatisfactory.

2003-06-29T00:49:00.000-05:00

Harrumph.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

So, major events:

1. Found out my residence hall for MSU next year. Gilchrist Hall. W3rd.
2. STAR conference. Won two tickets to Sea World with my saxin' skizzills. And met a lot of cool people. That was cool. It was sad, because the conference is just such a retreat from the rest of the world--and going back home means the end of those peculiar relationships. *sigh* And like three or four girls fell in love with me, which bizzites for both parties.
3. Brittney graduated! This makes me very happy and proud. Like smiling ridiculously happy and proud. Like loving her forever and ever and ever happy and proud.
4. Sea World! Basically, a glorified public swimming pool.
5. Um, I've been working as the IT department for my dad's law practice. He fucks the computers up, and I remedy them. I only charge $15/hr, which is substantially lower than I could, but after all, he is my dad, right?
6. Gay sex is legal! Whoo hoo! Bust out the butt lube, fellows! But seriously, there will be a sodomy party at my house. Proceeds benefit the Democratic National Committee's Special Task Force to Clone Bill Clinton Before 2004. Be there or be. . . straight.
7. I've decided to buy a bounce house. For my saxophone. Seriously, folks, playing in a bounce house is like heroin, but fewer needles and less damage. Unless you take a tumble with your sax. In which case you might die. I wonder if bounce houses are UL rated. My dorm requires appliances be UL rated.
8. I got a cell phone. Give me a shoutout on AIM or an email, and I'll send you the number.

There are probably some things there I forgot. And a lot of details that skipped through die cracken. I'll post more frequently, I promise.

A parting thought:
Alex: Drew makes me cum. . .

2003-06-05T10:00:00.000-05:00

I will update for the end of the year. . . sometime. . . maybe the end of the calendar year. Actually, I hope much sooner, but now I'll be sure to exceed your minimum expectations.

But for now, a question that's been on my mind recently:

Why is it that when Li'l Kim says,
I'm in the crib givin' niggas deep throats. . .,
it's cute, but when I say it, it's racist?

2003-05-29T22:17:00.000-05:00

Goddamn.

Blogger is being a total bia.

And I'm not going to retype that whole post.

Mo'fo'.

2003-05-27T17:11:00.000-05:00

Just posting in the hopes that Blogger will quit f__king up.

2003-05-26T00:53:00.000-05:00

This weekend deserves an update, but to adapt Gandalf: many weekends receive an update which do not deserve one; and many which do not receive one deserve it.

But very briefly: Brittney truly is the most wonderful girl I've known.

2003-05-24T08:37:00.000-05:00

Sigh.

I'm worried.

You see, this morning I was supposed to take Brittney out to breakfast to celebrate the end of her time at ACE and the end of my time at NESA.

I'm really proud of her. She's been worried about passing (I think that's getting an 80, but it could be a 70) the credit-by-exam for English IV and US History. She got 89 on the English III. A few days ago she got 90 on English IV. So she called me last night to tell me that she got 93 on the US History. Hell yeah. That means her last day of school is Wednesday.

I'm really proud of her.

Wow, I said that twice.

Anyway, the worry: I was supposed to call her this morning to wake her up, but her phone died. So I'm just going to go over there and hope for the best, I suppose. Sigh.

Well, I'd better get going.

2003-05-23T20:59:00.000-05:00

I just discovered that
All is demur. Raca!
happens to be an anagram of Drusilla Macrae.

2003-05-23T20:35:00.000-05:00

Second-to-last day of school.

Well, I decided to end it with a bang. So I pipe-bombed Lee.

Just kidding. What I really did was bring my sax and sit in the courtyard this morning, jamming. Had a wonderful time. Departed from my usual refined improv style in favour of what Mike termed 'going all free jazz'. Was badass. Went off in this weird combination of B-flat blues and A pentatonic, with lots of pops, squeaks (though no growls), and this cool polyphonic effect wherein I play fifths with myself. For about ten minutes. Was dirty out of breath (and dirty late to class) after that.

So that was cool.

Also got FareForward mostly done. Just waiting on Mrs. LeStrange's note for the front matter and Julia's non-fiction piece.

So this was all copacetic.

Then I tried to talk to April about stuff (see her last non-friends-only entry for a synopsis--though I would like to point out in my defense that getting April in trouble has never been a goal or object of mine, and indeed I didn't really ever consider it a possibility), and yeah, that didn't work so well. I'm really worried about her. I don't really understand her any more, and I don't know what to attribute that to.

But then after school (like ten minutes after that) I got out my anxiety by again rocking like a rock of ages. Until someone made me shut up. Unfortunately Brittney called my house while I was out. Frowny frown frown.

And then I helped my mom pack up her room (she's retiring from being a fifth-grade teacher) and went out for Greek food. Nummy.

And now I should set about working on my English project. Good night!

2003-05-21T22:47:00.000-05:00

Jesus, I need to update more often. Probably be easier when I have actual time.

Senior Recital was interesting. Got all teary-eyed. My song went pretty well. I think I'm a get the group together again to record it. Donno though. I'll have to see.

Went to the PBK luncheon. That was nice. Tasty food. This weird shrimp salad-paste thing with chili powder and paprika in it. Fruit. Chicken. Played my jazz interpretation of the Fundamental Theorem. Was cool.

NESA Banquet was good. Brittney Leal is really the most gorgeous woman in the world. She's very very beautiful, and that night, I could tell that she could see a glimpse of what I see every time I look at her. I wish she could see that all the time. Then she wouldn't look at me so funny every time I smile just because I looked at her.

The juniors roasted us pretty well. That is to say, the concept was good (Vega, representing me: 'Let's make like a fetus and head out.'), even though the execution was shitpoor. Possibly this should have been anticipated. Shrug.

The dancing was nice. DJ said he was going to play Fly Me to the Moon, but he dirty didn't. Bastard. Got my freak on anyway, much to Kathleen's dismay and Rocky's mad props.

I would have pictures of that, but unfortunately I, um, yeah, erased them from the data card. For which Brittney freakin' killed me. Quite deserved it.

The play went very well. The FireStarters folks gave it an excellent production, though there were perhaps a few things I'd have done differently. Ah well. Directing isn't my schtick. Victor Trevino did an excellent job, I thought the best of all the actors in the festival.

I just came in from the Summa reception. That was cool. I took Mr. Schanding. Saw many old friends/acquaintances, both among the students and the teachers.

Oh, AP tests. Feh. The only weird ones were Macroecon, Comp. Gov, and Physics. But during the US Gov't test, one of our Drosophilae from Biology walked across my test paper. I thought that was cool. Female, red eyes, normal wings.

All of my classes are so. . . done. The only work I have left is:
Calculus test (easy)
Physics test (easy)
English project (easy and fun, though Laura is bitching about it)

I turned in most of my books today. Just have Calculus and Physics out still. And Hiroshima by John Hersey.

2003-05-12T19:42:00.000-05:00

Oh, and

Freedom of Conscience by A. Cooper
FireStarters Youth Theatre Festival
420 South Alamo Street
19.00 Saturday, 17th May
14.00 Sunday, 18th May

Y'all chumps 'dbetter come.

2003-05-12T18:01:00.000-05:00

Imagine this, if you will: you walk into a high school chemistry lab. You hear an R&B song by the Beatles. Harmonica solo. Then. . .

Girl: Ugh. What is this. This is so gay.

Given that and the fuckers who drove by my house at 2.30 Sunday morning in a diesel towtruck with a megaphone commenting drunkenly on my neighbours' law decor, I'm a little reticent about humanity right now.

2003-05-11T02:51:00.000-05:00

Hello.

It's been three weeks or so. My bad.

You see, I've been busy with EVERYTHING.

First, the Jazz Festival. That was swingin'. The best parts were when Tyler and I did a sax duet version of Straight No Chaser by Monk. Thank you, Monk. We ended up out in the audience having an improv sax battle. Seriously, it was great. We both lost pieces of clothing to the audience. Don't really know what happened. Just know one minute I had my head in Tyler's bell, and the next Tyler wasn't wearing a shirt, and the next I was on a table. . .

Then, the next week, was Brittney's and my joint birthday party, which consisted of Twister, Risk, DDR, and a bunch of jamming out like monkeys. Vega met Bethany. Bethany said, 'Rowr.' Metaphorically speaking. Unfortunately, Vega has not called her, because he's an idiothead. When you get a girl's number, you must use this divine gift.

Wednesday, 30 April, I went to the awards ceremony for the Ides of March Contest. Won the Emily Dickinson Award for Lyricism. Cool beans.

That Friday, I went to First Friday with Jenny, Bethany, and Bethany's friend Morgan. Vega was supposed to go, but he got called out for some other thing at the last minute. A shame.

Before we picked Bethany and Morgan up, Jenny and Tejesh and I went to a bead store in Alamo Heights to buy beads. Good stuff. I made this pseudo-religious necklace/stoll thing. W3rd.

We parked across from Bryce's house, so we visited him. That was nice. I love Bryce. He's redoing his siding. At first glance, I thought his house had burned down. Scary.

This past week was AP tests, first English Lit (Mon.), then Statistics (Wed.) and Calculus BC (Thu.). Stats and Calc I'm confident of 4s at least; English Lit, I'm kind of scared.

I've just come in from Lee prom. There's a special update to The Players, which shows what happens when one makes out with Brittney while she's holding a camera.

*sigh* I'm tired. Next week will be busy as hell, too: Seven AP tests, Senior Awards, Senior Recital (and whatever practices for it I can swing!). But at the end of the week, damn, I'll be so high on seratonin. . .

Speaking of which--in Physics, I discovered that tuning forks are so much better than drugs. Try touching one to your nose lightly, or the hairs on the back of your neck, or your eyelashes. That shit fucks you up, motherfucker.

Anyhoo, I'm going to go upload some pictures now

2003-04-18T21:21:00.000-05:00

Shoot!

I have failed to mention this:

All That Jazz Festival
The Cove, 606 W. Cypress (near SAC, I think)
6 or 7 PM (My set starts at 8.)
$3

It'll be rockin'. Proceeds benefit NESA. Come.

2003-04-18T00:25:00.000-05:00

I'm being invaded.

A population of the family Formicidae is attempting to use my shower as a water supply.

It's been going on for about a week now. Every morning I turn on the faucet and ants tumble out, running for their cute little formicid lives.

Formic acid is named for those buggers. It's the acid that makes antbites sting. HCOOH. Also called methanoic acid, a name not derived from formica.

Good news: I won one of the Phi Beta Kappa San Antonio Chapter's scholarships. That's $1000 more in my bank account.

I also got a gold medal on the NLE, which is cool, because I thought I'd done dirtybad on it (see below, sometime in mid-March). That means I'm eligible for the NLE Scholarship. So I'll have to fill out that application and whatnot.

Observation: Cooper knows everyone at Jim's. EVERYONE.

2003-04-15T23:02:00.000-05:00

Jenny gave me another shirt today.

It's a dress-style shirt, with front buttons and bloused shoulders and sleeves. It's a little small on me. The sleeves come up to about halfway on my forearm (I wear them rolled), and the shoulders are pretty tight. But the chest is nice and loose.

So I wear this over my black Einstein t-shirt (from the 1987 NEISD Thinkathon that I got from my sister, who got it from my cousin Kelly, the one with the hole in the front) to the meeting I had tonight at EZ's (281 and Bitters) to work on the script for FireStarters. I go to order, just a drink, because I already ate (with Brittney), and the guy thinks I'm homeless. Heh. So my drink was on the house as charity, which was cool.

Heh.

So it turns out my director is really really cool. Top in his high school class, went to music school, found out he didn't like it, was homeless for a year and pulled a 3.5 anyway, went to Europe, was robbed by Russian customs agents, sneaked into a theatre where he saw 42nd Street, sneaked backstage, and got a $1000/week job touring Europe with them. Has been in the theatre ever since.

He's a great guy!

Anyhoo, I have physics and calculus homework, and millions of rewrites on Freedom of Conscience left, so if you'll excuse me. . .

2003-04-14T23:06:00.000-05:00

'In the night, the carne guisada, and in the morning, choriso con huevos.'

2003-04-14T22:15:00.000-05:00

It seems like a mighty long time. . .

So I got a nosebleed in Writing today. That was kind of badness. It dribbled on my (white dress) shirt.

But this was useful. I convinced first Kathleen, then Andy, Ari, and Jon, that I had been in a knife fight and the blood was from the other guy. Told them I had shanked him. Described the shank: a metal plate bracket, sharpened, with a rag and some duct tape for a handle.

Told the same story to my mom. She believed me. Then my dad and I made fun of her, leading into a discussion of shaving one's toes and including:
'Shank, shank, shank. . . shank, shank, shank. . . shank, shank, shank. . . shank a fool.'

So, what has happened in the time since I last posted?

Mostly just the usual. Played a LAN of AOE II: The Conquerors with Sunil and Ben Kinneman. Ben is cool, much cooler than I'd suspected. We had a conversation about, of all things, Aethelred II Unraed. Not only that, it was about the linguistic and cultural reasons behind the various translations of 'Unraed' (Unready, Clueless, Dumbass--I prefer Dumbass).

*thinks real hard*

I've been trying to write, really I have. But it's been spotty so far, and I'm feeling kind of--apoetic? Freedom of Conscience has been coming along, though.

Went to the NEISD board meeting to be recognised for being National Merit Finalist. That was cool. Saw Monica again for like the third time in a month, after not seeing her for three years. Strangeness.

I'd like to post clever things in my 'blog, but it seems I'm fresh out.

And apparently I'm April's 'wonderful father'.

2003-04-06T23:33:00.000-05:00

Alex: Drew, I love you
Cooper: *blink*
Alex: the way your body curves
Alex: the way you move when I caress your...eww...what am I saying
Alex: what's up Drew?
Cooper: not much

2003-04-06T21:35:00.000-05:00

someone: [gay porn site URL]
someone: Check out this great gay porn site.
Cooper: EH
someone: gay porn...I heard you like it from a friend. I'm a solicitor.
Cooper: that's not very courteous
someone: excuse me...is this Greg?
Cooper: no.
someone: Sorry..now that I look at your name, I realize the error. I'm looking for SilverHAMERguy. My mistake

2003-04-03T22:14:00.000-06:00

Oh, and check this:

Cooper: I have some stamina issues, but most guys do, and what I lack in cock I make up for in tongue
Kim: i think you struck me speechless
Kim: thats impressive
Kim: i had absolutely no witty comback for that
Cooper: sweet
Kim: you win that one
Cooper: and I didn't even have to use my line
Cooper: about
Cooper: heel-shaped bruises on the back of my head
Kim: two in a row isn't fair cooper
Cooper: you'll take it and like it, missy

2003-04-03T22:09:00.000-06:00

There's a lot I could say.

But tomorrow is Latin State.

W00t.

I didn't make the Certamen team.

But I am gonna jam like a monkey.

Interesting result I got back:
"Unless you are a man taking this quiz, Congratulations! You are truly fem! And if you are a man, why are you taking this quiz? Just taking this quiz damns your soul to hell. And believe me, there won't be any Judy Garland records or Architectural Digests there to make you feel at home. Stop playing with your eternal soul and straighten up!!!"

I don't read Architectural Digest.

2003-03-31T22:53:00.000-06:00

Burrito should really be slang for erection, don't you think?

2003-03-30T15:51:00.000-06:00

So I got bobthefish42@hotmail.com back.

That's cool.

But all of the old emails had been deleted. Go figure.

2003-03-30T08:43:00.000-06:00

Nosebleed.

Something woke me up. I wonder if it were the nosebleed
When you wake up with a nose full of blood, the first thing you think of is blowing it. This is the worst thing to do. The rapid change in pressure inside the nasal cavity undoes all the work your platelets have been doing, and it may rupture additional sensitive capillaries in the nose as well.
It was 6.34. My alarm wasn't supposed to go off until 8.01.

Kind of sounds like a Chuck Palanhiuk novel, doesn't it? Or perhaps I flatter myself.

Sorry it's been so long, guys.

You see, I've been funking out in every way.
weekly recap
Monday. School was school, then I had Certamen practice. Did pretty well, I think. It's very strange: Kim seems utterly convinced that I'll make the team and she won't.
Tuesday. School, again, was school, and then play practice for State. It went fairly well, seeing as I had to read three parts myself, because the band kids couldn't make it. Ah well.
Then FireStarters meeting. It was really productive. Lots of insight. My director is also tech director for the Festival, so I get any props/lights/sets I want. Smooth. Also, John Minton himself will be acting in it. As well as The World's Strongest Man from Pee-Wee's Playhouse. Only problem: I was given one (1) week to effectively double the length of the play (id est write three scenes). As of now, I've added half-again length to the play (a full-length scene and a short scene). I hope that'll do.
Wednesday. I picked up my glasses after school. Nifty. They're hypernerd. Then church, of course. Had a nice jam with Steve-o and Mike. Woodland has congas now. Hardcore. Uncle Tom and I rocked it on the congas.
Thursday. I was called out of Latin to the office. Sat in the office for 40-odd minutes. Finally got to see Dr. Lanford. Who told me that I was (again) Volunteer of the Month. Problem: the certificate was torn. 'I'll get this fixed and call you down later.' Yeah. Flippin' waste of time. Half the class period gone by and for what? A form letter and a torn certificate.
UIL after/instead of school. Got fifth in Science; donno about Spelling, but the words were ridiculously easy, which is a bad sign. Saw Monica Uddin and other Churchill peops. That was fun. Tried vigorously to escape Rachel's advances.
Friday. Really, an anticlimax. No Certamen, so I went home. Had a nice talk con los 'rentes re: life.
Went to Jim's with Ben, Vega, and April. Saw Laura (Shaw), Amanda, Taylor, Jeremy, and Sean there. Saw Sarah Bryan there, too. Julianna was working, so she came over and chilled out with us. Man, good times. Topics of conversation: dog sex, the Pope's breasts, the song 867-5309, et alia.
Found out that Paige and Laura hate me. Or so quoth April. Julia says no dice, but I'm uncertain.
Saturday. Went to breakfast with Brittney. That was nice. We went to Sunil's, woke him up (it was already 10), slept on him for five minutes, talked to his mom, then left.
The majority of the day was spent working on my Richard III paper. I think I'll get it done. I hope I'll get it done.
Around 23.30, Sunil calls. 'Come outside.'
So I do.
Sunil and Sarah Gonzalez are apparently just chillin' out. So they bug me. That was cool, until my mom (wearing only a men's dress shirt, her usual sleep attire) gets up and goes to check on me. Finding me not in bed, she kind of freaks out, and Sunil and Sarah run away. Mother wasn't too upset.
Sunday. Which brings us to the nosebleed. Fucking oak pollen.

2003-03-23T19:27:00.000-06:00

Well.

Apparently there was no choir rehearsal tonight. Hm. No-one told me. Bastards.

Spring Break

Monday I got my eyes checked. Going back to glasses. Just can't keep up with the contacts. Then I went to do research for an English paper and physics.
Tuesday What did I do? I can't really remember.
Wednesday I hung out with Brittney, finished my physics project, and went to Woodland. We went to LazerQuest. I got 2nd; Steve-o got 3rd. Then I hung out at Steve-o's.
ThursdayScience fair setup. Crap and annoying.
FridayScience fair. Crap and annoying; met some cool peops, then chilled with Sunil and Sarah. Damn they're cute.
SaturdayClothes. Bought much beautiful clothing, including some pimp shoes. Then went to the garage sale with Brittney and bought a fun hat and vest (total: $.25). Then ate at Jim's, then had a crazy makeout thing at Sunil's. It's tough to fit four people in Sunil's room, particularly when they're making out and you try to stay in pairs. If I'd been able to, say, nibble Sunil's neck, then it would have all been good. Then science fair awards. Got second in physics, which obligates me to attend state, something I have neither the time nor the desire to do.
SundayChurch. Then Brittney treated my family to dinner at Pappadeaux in honour of my dad's birthday (sort of).

Burning question: Why is it that 'bone' is so infrequently used as an intransitive verb, as in, She and I boned all night.?

2003-03-16T23:28:00.000-06:00

So. It's Sunday night.

Thursday I didn't go to school. I slept instead. The 'rents wouldn't let me wake up earlier than about 10; I slept till noon, when I went for Indian with my uncle and father.
Friday was the last day before Spring Break. Announcement: 'Wear clothes to school. Keep them on.' Jesu Christ, man. I ended up making this tart/cake/Danish thing for Calculus--it had blackberries and banana. Turned out very well, I think.
Saturday I had breakfast with Brittney, then we went to Sunil's. I had been intending to go to the San Antonio Poets Association meeting in the afternoon, but I was feeling quite ill, so I just went home.
Saturday night Brittney's dad went into the hospital. Some GI thing. Not sure what. Sounds unpleasant.
Sunday Brittney came to church with me (see her LiveJournal), then we came home and chilled out. Tomorrow is my parents' forty-eighth anniversary (they've only been married 24 years, but they got married twice), so they kind of left us to our own devices, which was just fine with us: we watched the Game Show Network. Then she visited her father at the hospital.
Sunil came over. We boffed. I won. Ridiculously.
Brittney came over. We three watched Children of Dune on SciFi. Disappointing. Visually stunning, just not much substance. How sad. I love those books.
And now I sit here, and everybody's gone.

But life is good, and once I get over this damn crappy illness (which I hope isn't mononucleosis), it'll be even better.

2003-03-12T23:24:00.000-06:00

Hey

Well, I'm freaking sick.

I could explain all about last Friday (First Friday), during which we (Sunil, Ben, Kendra, John, Dave, and Tony) hung out variously at Blue Star and Espuma, but I don't think I will, because I'd have to redact some details, and I'm tired.

You see, my parents won't let me go to school tomorrow.

Yeah, so this week:
Monday Certamen practice. Good stuff. Good to see Kim again. Kim is cool. Did fairly well in the warm-up, shittily in the round.
Tuesday Certamen practice. Good stuff. Good to see Rachel agian. Rachel's weird. Funkay. More than a little desperate. Did not so well in warm-up, a little better in the round. Can tell that William (the coach) doesn't favour me, mostly because of my relationships to Christine (whom he favours) and Sunil (whom he doesn't).
Today Missed the NHS meeting this morning. Oh well. Had Calculus. I like that class. I have to bring food to it on Friday. Donno what yet. Took the NLE. Was sick (see above). Knew all of the non-reading-comp questiosn for the Poetry Test, but few of the reading comp; knew most of the non-reading-comp questions, but all of the reading comp for the Prose Test. Damnass bitches. No medal for Cooper. Unless they toss questions. Then after school I went to visit Paw-paw. He was looking much better. Getting around without a cane for the most part. Seemed more alert. Was making jokes. He's hilarious. Then church. We painted signs for the garage sale (22 March--Woodland Baptist Church). Fun fun fun.

I also found out today that Freedom of Conscience won a space in the one-act division of the FireStarters festival. Cool, eh? First person to win two years in a row. I'm proud of me.

Now I'm going to call Brittney. Or something.

2003-03-06T20:50:00.000-06:00

God damn.

Our worthless/incompetent main office secretary did the announcements today.

It's 6 March; this means that she read the last letter from Travis out of the Alamo. Problem: she's seriously got a literacy problem. She read 'I am beseiged by as many as 1,000 of the Mexicans.' 'Beseiged' was pronounced 'bes-EYEg'd'. And she butchered 'fortification' and 'bombardment' as well as 'soldier'.

Then went on to make an announcement about the 'Martha Luther King' scholarship. Apparently applications are available in the Career Center.

And then Mr. Dirty Giner himself, the president, made a ridiculous press statement this evening.

Again, God damn.

2003-03-05T22:43:00.000-06:00

Just got in from my second reading from Courting the Muse.

It went fairly well. I read the first section of Ash-Wednesday to, I don't know, invoke the poetry gods.

And the damn Blogger won't update my email address. It's andrewcooper@flash.net.

Brittney took me to lunch today. *smile*

Other than that, not much happened today.

Progress continues on the script for Latin State. Heh heh.

2003-03-04T18:33:00.000-06:00

Wow!

Golly, it's been a month.

More, even.

See, someone hacked my email account, so I've had to get another one. I updated the link. That's my scapegoat for the long delay in blogging.

I, um, hmm. Don't really want to catch everyone up on all the news, but I will do this weekend:

Friday I had lunch with Philip Levine. That was cool. He's a great guy. Complained about Bush the whole time. He's very much like I imagine Mike will be when he's old and famous.

Friday night was Certamen prelims for Area. Sunil and I had fun, and we made it to finals with the third-place seed. Highlights: I answered the 20th toss-up with 'Your mom.' Mr. Lee acted upset, then Sunil and Mrs. Lib conspired to fool me into thinking that I'd really hurt his feelings. Chumps. *grin*

Saturday was Area proper. Good stuff. I got first (perfect score--though it was a ridiculously easy test) on Latin Derivatives, first on Decathlon, and second in Caesar Dicit. My Decathlon score was the highest senior score (second-highest over all; Sophie Cantu, the sophomore Girl Wonder of Latin, beat me by a point or two), so I won the nifty SACS scholarship that Ben got last year. Yay.

And we got second in Certamen, beating Mac who got the second-place seed.

Lee did fairly well overall, but of course we can't compete with the bigger programs in the area, so we didn't do so well in our division on sweepstakes.

Sunday. Not much else happened. Sang in church. Came home. Yadda yadda.

Monday was a Gathering of Poets and Writers. Pretty good, a little long, a little tedious. You know.

Tuesday School. 'Nough said.

2003-01-28T21:44:00.000-06:00

State of the Union

Ever have one of those experiences where you just want to shoot everything that moves or that can't be used to help you shoot everything that moves?

Bush: We've shown the terrorists what American justice is.
Cooper: You mean locking people up without mercy or any respect for their civil rights?
Bush: Yup.
prison inmate: That's just what I've been saying.

In other news, the new TAKS test is idiotic. More on that later, when I've more exactly formulated my reasons for burning the literature, urinating on the ashes, and feeding them to a syphilitic skunk.

But. . .

Brittney is awesome.

2003-01-26T22:18:00.000-06:00

Superbowl.

Yay. Went to Benjy's to watch the Big Game. Didn't watch most of it, just chilled out with Ben and Mikey and, of course, Brittney.

Jon Bon Jovi is hot; Gwen Steffani is not hot.

Brittney is hot.

Ben's dog is seriously fat. He's a cocker spaniel, but he's fat. Seriously, probably two feet across. He barks at everything. He's cutely obese, which is bad, because he's prone to biting you if you touch him at all. And his name is Pongo.

What the hell.

Anyway, much homework to do, including physics lab, calculus problems, writing, revising The Phoenix, and who knows what I've forgotten.

I should probably get on that, huh?

2003-01-26T13:30:00.000-06:00

It's been a while since I last posted. Sorry about that.

Latin Club actually seems to be working now. Which is quite nice.

Not much else has gone on, 'cept Paige called Brittney 'adorable'. Weird. Not necessarily bad. Just unexpected and weird.

I wrote another Epigram from the Event Horizon. It's about the Thrid Law of Thermodynamics. Strange topic for a poem.

Can't immediately think of much else. Probably because Brittney is hugging me right now and telling me I need to come down for dinner.

Yum.

Toodles.

2003-01-21T23:40:00.000-06:00

When sex motels have a group rate, is it a discount or a surcharge?

I'm inclined to think it's a surcharge.

2003-01-21T17:26:00.000-06:00

Well, today was. . . absolutely normal.

Except that Erika and Sunil were dropping crazy hints about what Erika did this weekend--apparently she herself remembers not. Funkay.

Other than that, not much went on. NHS meeting. Showed Vega my play. He dug. I think. Vin liked the part of it he read, but that was just the scene with the jazz maestro named Vincenzo.

In a few weeks, I'm planning on going to a peace march. It departs from Hemisfair at noon on 15 Feb. So everyone should come to that, tell Bush he's being a fucktard with Iraq.

So I'm going to go do other stuff now. Good e'en.

2003-01-19T22:14:00.000-06:00

Wow.

Golly. It's been almost two weeks. Crazy.

I've been busy. School starting up again is fun, as one might expect. So what have I been doing with my time?

Brittney. Been having a damn swell time. We've gone downtown, we've gone to Dave's, we've gotten our Stratford clothes (I'll describe them after the dance; don't want to spoil it),
Church. I've started going to Woodland BC with Brittney on Wednesday nights again. I missed Steve-o, Emily, Mike, Caroline, and everyone else--so I went back. It's now a regular thing.
Book. I've scheduled two readings soon to promote (and, more importantly, sell) my book. The first is Saturday, 1 Feb., at 15.30 at Espuma Coffee and Tea Emporium, 928 S. Alamo. The second is Wednesday, 5 March, at 20.00 at Barnes & Noble Fiesta Trails. Please, everybody come. I want an audience. I've been doing stuff for my book, like going to the weekly open-mic at Espuma. Which is cool by itself.
Writing. I've actually been doing this! Yay! I finished the first draught of a play for FireStarters (that makes three submissions again this year). It had been killing me, but the hard part is done; now comes all the fun.
Other stuff. I went to see Bryce play at the InnerCity Development Coffehouse. That was primo shit. Very inspirational; I'm now working on quite the major poem because of it.

Hm, what else happened in the last two weeks?

Oh yes--I got $28.5K from Chicago in financial aid, plus about $6K in estimated federal loans. Much better than playing the full $39.5K.

And Jeff randomly gave me his dragon necklace. . .

2003-01-06T23:03:00.000-06:00

Yeah, so I could post about my life, but that would be inconsistent.

So here's to Cooper's loserdom:

Cooper: [talks about Murder in the Cathedral]
Krystal: I'm not familar with that play
Cooper: it's by T. S. Eliot
Cooper: never had a major production
Cooper: because it's in rhymed verse
Cooper: but it's so great
Krystal: hmmm, interesting
Cooper: it's about Thomas aBeckett
Cooper: incredible!
Krystal: hmm- I'll hafta read it
Cooper: (that was supposed to be French, but I just realised it's the same word in English)
Cooper: *hangs head in shame*
Krystal: brilliant Cooper

2003-01-03T00:35:00.000-06:00

Alex: How's it hangin'?
Alex: answer in the form of a scalar.
Cooper: 1 sverdrup=999315.5 m^3/s
Alex: right....
Alex: so it's like huge or something
Alex: lol...you're white it cant be that big
Cooper: lol
Alex: alright what's the stats?
Alex: how much heat are you packing?
Cooper: lol
Alex: well, you're not going to answer the question I take it
Cooper: quite a bit of heat
Alex: quantify that please...
Cooper: will you take it in Btu?
Alex: umm....
Alex: from who?
Cooper: Btu=British thermal unit
Alex: umm....inches will do just fine
Cooper: you said heat
Alex: Drew, fine...
Alex: How big is your wang in inches?
Cooper: 7.5
Alex: dammnit
Alex: I wanna see

2003-01-02T23:29:00.000-06:00

It's been quite a bit since the last post. Sorry 'bout that.

I've been out of town.

I went to Lake Brownwood State Park, near the lovely metropolis of Brownwood (home of Howard Payne University), for four days with my parents and sister.

The last time the park was seriously maintained was probably pre-Reagan.

At which time they moved the entrance down the road about 1.5 mi. So we stayed in the old ranger's cabin. That was cool. The whole everything was built by the CCC from '33 to '42, so it was all good fieldstone architecture, kind of Wrightian in places, lots of verandahs and ornate staircases as well. Sort of an oddball place.

But it's all falling into disrepair. The coolest part were the unofficial trails that went through the ruins of what very recently were modern buildings.

We stopped at numerous cemeteries along the way there and back, including Baby Head Cemetery and Macedonia Weedon Cemetary. Both were awesome. I think I'm going to do a Spoon-River-Anthology-type poetry collection this summer, maybe with rubbings or photos, this summer. I figure, I have a car, I have time, I have a book of detailed maps and can get USGS topos, why not be 'culturally-centred' in my art? Maybe I'll become the founder of the Balcones Escarpment School or some Texasy shit like that.

I do love cemeteries.

So we celebrated the New Year by listening to Bohemian Rhapsody in the cabin. Whence the new photos of Alexis and me.

When we got back, after much groaning and complaint on the part of my parents about my driving, I chilled out for a while, then took Brittney to Jim's, then to Sunil's for a spell, then to her house where we played DDR. Then I came home.

So here's to 2003!

2002-12-27T22:09:00.000-06:00

Well, lots happened yesterday. Mostly just my family loving Brittney. And Brittney and my dad making fun of me. While I played With a Little Help from My Friends on my saxophone.

Blargh.

Then today. Chores. Hung out with my grandfather.

Sunil: my cousin is here
Sunil: shes like 5
Cooper: is she hot?
Sunil: shes like 5
Cooper: is she hot?
Sunil: well, yeah

2002-12-25T23:09:00.000-06:00

Happy Xmas!

Today was a very very good day.

It didn't start out too well. Brittney was supposed to come over to open gifts with us, but her family didn't wake up in time. See her LJ for information about that.

And really for the rest of the day, you can reference it as well. I'm a little tired/lazy.

What I got for Xmas:
warm clothes (gloves, flannel boxers, socks, sweaters)
chocolate
a very nice pen/pencil set from Brittney, engraved 'A. Cooper'
an auto compass
a tie
an orange
a Bob Dylan CD set, including bonus DVD clips of him live
phonics flash cards
and some other stuff as well that I'm once again too lazy to enumerate.

What I got Brittney for Xmas:
a garland of pink flowers and a peace-sign patch
a pool cue
and (upcoming) a pool-cue case

After she left, we watched Ice Age. Now I'm watching some movie with John Travolta, and--gasp!--it's actually good!

Alex: Drew!!
Cooper: happy xmas
Alex: thanx
Alex: dude, you're so damn sexy
Cooper: thanks
Alex: I just want ot take choclate syrup and pour it all over you

Yeah.

2002-12-24T20:20:00.000-06:00

It's Xmas Eve.

I just got home from singing at the candlelight service at Abiding Presence. My sister and my parents went, which was cool. First time my sister had been to a Lutheran mass. Surprisingly, she liked it.

Saw Mrs. Petrich. I really love that woman. It's too bad all of this with Christine has been going on, because it interferes quite the little bit with that. Christine wasn't there tonight; she and Paul were at Paul's relatives'.

My parents saw Mrs. Petrich. They talked. That was cool.

And I was hit upon, if in a very freshmanlike style, by Kendra. That's a little odd. But it's all good, I suppose.

Earlier, I went to the mall with Alexis to get gifts for Mother. Why is it that the only damn JC Penney's stores are hell far away from my house? I almost got into an accident getting off 410 at Ingram. Then people were jerks in the parking lot (I wasn't). Then on the way home I witnessed an accident, so I stopped to help. Glad I did. I like stopping to help. No-one was hurt, but lots of emotion, and I think I may have prevented at least a few injustices.

Contuing on in the spirit of reverse chronology:

Yesterday, I did. . . not a whole lot. I shopped for people, mostly Brittney and my sister. Ran into Uncle Rick at the mall. Er, what used to be the mall. Sears in Central Park.

Was followed in North Star by some eighth-grade girls. Feh. That was annoying. They kept staring at me and giggling. Too bad I had to go to Claire's to get some gifts--they, as eighth-grade girls, absolutely had to go to that store. They kept staring at me through the ceiling mirrors.

Now I'm going downstairs to sing hymns/carols with my family. And work on the puzzle we bought.

Brittney's coming over to open presents tomorrow.

*smile*

2002-12-22T23:24:00.000-06:00

Saturday. Went to Cuero, Texas, for my family's annual Xmas shopping trek. We go to a small Texas town every year for all of our shopping.

Highlights: freaking my sister out with demon talk. Finding a copy of Jerry Falwell Presents Ollie North: Liberty An American Hero for $1.00 at a resale shop.

Also bought Brittney something. *smile*

Then I took Brittney to the nermal Xmas party at Krystal's. That was really cool. We caroled, and this old lady really loved it. *smile* I think it made her very happy. Then we had a white elephant gift exchange and watched The Princess Bride amidst a very sex-charged atmosphere. Always fun, especially the part where I hit all upon Eric Patenaude. Heh.

Then some other stuff transpired.

Sunday. Went to church. Ate lunch. Slept. Went to Brittney's. Am now watching That '70s Show with my sister.

2002-12-20T22:05:00.000-06:00

Back from dinner and a game with my sister and parents.

So, to continue our narrative, which we started in medias res:

Last night Brittney brought over my Xmas present--she insisted that it go under my tree. How cute!

She also brought Kate, which was cool. We went to Kate's apartment (near my house, cooly enough), walked her dog, and met her mom, then grabbed Cool Hand Luke from Blockbuster and came back to my house to watch it. Brittney and I shared a blanket. . . and Kate avoided us with her eyes awkwardly.

Then Brittney and Kate shared a blanket, and Kate hid in the corner of the couch awkwardly. Then Brittney and Kate and I shared a blanket, and Kate was just scared.

Good film.

You see, we were hiding from the Homeowner's Association party my dad hosted.

Scott (ca. 35): Who're you?
Brittney: I'm Brittney. I'm (point) dating him.
Cooper: Hi.
Scott: Ah, you're the man of the hour. And who're you?
Kate: I'm Kate.
Scott: And who're you dating?
Kate: No-one. . .

This morning, I jammed with Mike. He brought a conch. Awesome. We did a blues version of the plastic Jesus song from Cool Hand Luke.

Then Calculus. Yay. Got 88% on the AP section. Chuong got 100%. Damn him.

Then Creative Writing--watched Princess Mononoke. Weird anime crap. Very sexual. Very funny.

Then lunch with Brittney. Played tunes on my laptop, to which we danced. We always end up dancing. Not crap hug-dancing, either, but high-class dancing. Hand in hand, hand on waist dancing.

I love Brittney.

Then Physics. Blech. Got a 98 on the final. Not too bad, but I may still get a B for the semester.

Then Pat's house, where I played with magnets and helped her with some email.

*feels groovy--except for the overeating-of-shellfish-at-Olive-Garden part*

2002-12-20T18:03:00.000-06:00

Well

I'm feelin' good.

Michigan State called me a few minutes ago with the biggest scholarship they offer: full everything, plus they pay me $1000 a year. And up to $6000 of whatever outside scholarships I get.

So yay!

And right now, my sister and I are being very cute: we're both working on the same table on our new laptops. We're bonding through computers. Too bad we have dialup, so we actually have to talk instead of IMing each other.

Well, out for celebratory dinner. Will update remainder of day upon return.

2002-12-19T16:58:00.000-06:00

My, my, my. . .

I wore my Air Force shirt today. It's just about a size too small, so it shows off my figure in a very nice way. I like it muchly.

So I see my Physics classmate, Mark, who formerly went to a school with Air Force ROTC. He says, 'Good day, Sergeant.' I think he's addressing James Sargent, but then as James is nowhere to be found, nor is his little brother Jon(Brittney's freshman), I figure out he's talking to me. He unbuttons my shirt, pulls some AFROTC medals out of his pocket, and puts them on my shirt. Funkay.

So I was Staff Sergeant Gallegos all day. Yay!

I think maybe he intends me to keep his insignia. I'll have to clear it up with him tomorrow during the Physics final.

Finals today: Dance and Biology. Dance was. . . Dance. Lots of freshman angst, lots of fun movement, designed some cool choreo. Jenny gave me for Xmas: an MC Hammer-style metallic plaid jacket, a crazy diagonal-check yellow shirt with green collar, and a weird blousy thing.

Biology was pretty easy, just standard stuff. Parts of the cell, &c.

Tomorrow's finals: Calculus and Physics.

Cooper: Will you go out with me and buy me an iPod for my birthday?
EJ: How good are you in bed?
Cooper: pretty good
Cooper: I suck dick very well
EJ: "pretty good?" "very well?" no, I'm afraid this is all too little, too late.
Cooper: damn
EJ: should of thought of this back when you holding onto your knickers like a fucking life jacket.

2002-12-18T19:13:00.000-06:00

Well--

This is the first post on my new laptop. *smile*

I really like this motherfucker. Really and truly.

It's great, because when you take it to school, you annoy teachers while increasing your productivity. It really drives everyone nuts.

So, let's see--what happened yesterday and today?

Yesterday, I took my English and Creative Writing exams. They were pretty easy. The rest of the day was devoted to chillin'. Then I helped Brittney study. Heh heh. That's always fun.

I also found out that Elaine Ayo and Erika Noriega both were accepted to the University of Chicago. They both really want to go there, and they both are excellent women. That would be fun, going to school with them.

Today, I had Calculus Part II, Latin, and Creative Writing again. Then I hung out after school with Brittney, discussing the possession of freshmen. I told Roger to smoke a lot of pot and take hormones, so he can have breasts and thereby meet or exceed Sunil's freshman in every aspect.

Right now, I'm listening to Bobby McFerrin's uber-genius CD, Beyond Words. I am also thinking what a fucktard Trent Lott is and wondering why it is that in the past few months Republicans have been so blatantly displaying every aspect of that which their PR machine says they are not:
1. Racism. Trent Lott, et al.
2. Big business. Cheney as veep, et al.
3. Establishment. Kissinger.
4. Cover-uppers. Poindexter, the guy who engineered Iran-Contra. Kissinger Associates, Inc.

*sigh*

I think I'm either going to have to get involved in politics or skip the country.

Anyhoo, back to ripping my CDs onto this computer.

2002-12-16T21:27:00.000-06:00

Well, I haven't really got any time for this post, because it's finals week and I have a paper to plan and a book report to write tonight.

Yay.

So the immediate reason I'm posting:

I was accepted to the University of Chicago for next fall.

I'll find out about aid/scholarships within a few weeks--just in time for Christmas, hopefully.

Other events of the day/weekend:

Choir concert went extraordinarily well. I was surprised. Never sounded that good in rehearsal. Also, it was phenomenal in that my parents and Brittney went, and I had to warm up while they ate dinner (it was a dinner concert). They really like that lady. I wonder why. . .?

Afterward, we all ate ice cream and decorated the Christmas tree.

Today, I took the remainder of my statistics exam, saw Brittney (yay!), took the first half of my Calculus exam (yay!), chilled in Latin (Sunil boxed my ears pretty well), ate crazy-good pastry that Christian made, finished The Royal Tenenbaums (yay!), slept/taught calculus through Physics, fought Adam Roukema for possession of the freshman Roger, helped Brittney with calculus after school (yay!), saw Mr. Wick at TCs (yay!), then came home to find I'd gotten into Chicago.

Not a bad day, not a bad day at all.

Except I was sick for most of it, extremely emotional once or twice, and tired throughout.

Ah well. On to homework!

2002-12-15T00:47:00.000-06:00

Just got home from Sarah's (Ben's chica's) 16th birthday party.

That was fun. Except it was at her grandmother's house, which is just north of Alamo Heights on Nacogdoches. Don't get me wrong; nice house. Very nice house. But impossible to find at night.

I turned in next door (in full view of the party), got stuck in that driveway, couldn't back out (scratched my car on a tree), and had to fight hell-traffic on Nacogdoches.

But the party was awesome. There were DJs in the garage; Brittney and I danced the night away. Then I was doing donkey kicks in a techno song and kicked the discoball down. It shattered. Good form, eh?

I took Brittney home. I love that girl.

Last night was Saturnalia. Very fun. Mike's parents and little brother came, which was tres hardcore. I like Mike's family.

Then Brittney and Sunil and I went to Sunil's house to watch Harry Potter, which just ended up in Sunil playing video games and Brittney and I making out. I dropped Brittney at home (well, at school, because her car was there), then went back to Sunil's.

I spent the night, but I didn't sleep--played GTA III, Unreal Tournament, and Battleground 1942 all night. My thumb muscles are very sore from all of that.

I'm going to bed now, because I have to be up at 7.00 tomorrow morning, er, this morning.

2002-12-12T22:57:00.000-06:00

Well, damn it.

I had a post all typed out, and my dad's damnass computer crashed. Fuckety.

I was using it because Goat broke Brittney's computer, so she was over here working on her Hamlet essay on my computer.

All I wanted to do was update my 'blog. But no. Too much to ask, apparently.

*sigh*

Anyhoo.

So what I said in my original post: I'm blah.

Not discontent, not unhappy, just blah. Almost like contentedness, but with a slightly negative tint. *sigh* Like the world is so dramatic and therefore mimetic, except it's not lifelike at all, just flat. Grey.

Brittney does make me happy, though. Very happy. Even when she has a paper to write, so I have to tell her to write the paper, and she writes the paper, and so we can't just make the hell out all night. She makes me smile.

Also, I'm writing. The fact that I'm writing means that I still love the world.

I think my pseudo-depression thing is based in a theory I'm still refining. Or maybe it's that my theory is based in the pseudo-depression.

Theory: humanity exists as a cobbling-together of the various emotional shrapnel from our own inflictions. I'm working on a play about it. Three scenes of robed, bearded men walking aorund in a head-high pool of fog.

Very much parallel to the book I read in its entirety the night before last: Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer. I highly recommend the book.

*sigh* Maybe it's just hormonal.

Saturnalia is tomorrow. That's happy. Two hours of pizza, Gladiator, and video games in the name of Latin Club.

Sunday is the church concert. That should be fun, assuming that I can hit my notes.

At the rehearsal last night, I utterly butchered everything because the monitor speaker was causing feedback, so we had it off. Yuck. So bad. So very bad.

And I just had a weird conversation with Carmen. She's eerily like me. Except more dramatic, if that be possible.

Perhaps just more honest. I think things and am afraid to say them, lest I validate my fears. She just goes ahead and vocalises the same thoughts.

Man, I'm weary all of a sudden. I think I shall sleep.

Goodnight.

2002-12-10T12:48:00.000-06:00

Man, Blogger's fucky.

I didn't post last night; too busy. May post tonight.

But I've started writing again! It's been about a month and a half or maybe two months since I really wrote last.

College apps and depressing social scene/love life have been interfering with writing.

But Cooper appears to be all better now. And he has lots of news. Which he will share tonight.

It's Kenneth Branagh's birthday (42)!

2002-12-09T11:41:00.000-06:00

No time for a real post, but I actually found another EJ Fischer: http://www.steungroep.nl/archief/kranten/find20020613.txt

I have much to post tonight.

*smile*

2002-12-07T18:48:00.000-06:00

I'll start where I left off:

Friday afternoon, I found out that the physics-project evaluators from South West Texas State University dug me. So much so that they want to hire me over the summer as a research assistant. I guess one of two things happened: a) they bought my bullshit b) they recognised I'm good at bullshitting.

We also had a Latin Club meeting after school, followed by Cooper driving ass far to make the reservation for Saturnalia at Gattiland and getting caught in every possible rush-hour jam on the North Side.

Then I talked to Brittney on the phone for some time.

This morning, I went over to Pat Hammond's house for more computer work. Work is nice. It makes money. Money is nice.

I sold her a copy of my book; she dug it and wants to send a copy to Naomi Shihab Nye. I love having friends in San Antonio's literary circles.

Then I went over to NESA Unplugged. Jammed out like a monkey. Good stuff. Especially (surprise) on a piano piece Mr. Connelly played. I accompanied him on sax. It was really nice. I also danced with Devon, which was cool--except she totally smacked me in the face because she didn't realise I was dancing.

*smile*

I really want to hang out with Brittney tonight. In fact, I wanted her to go. But, alas, her parents are out of town and she can't do anything. But I did talk to her for several hours, and that's always shibbie.

I'm going to work on a play now. Good evening.

2002-12-06T12:49:00.000-06:00

I wrote a poem yesterday while cutting school to get tacos:

Protections

a protected left
is like protected sex

protected sex
means no AIDS or babies
and you don't get killed fucking

protected lefts
mean you don't have to yield
and you don't get FUCKING KILLED

2002-12-05T18:10:00.000-06:00

Today was fun.

I went out for tacos to Taco House, on San Pedro south of Jackson-Keller. Yummy. I love Taco House. Especially when I leave class to get it, with the teacher's duplicity. I love breaking rules that are pointless.

I had a chorizo and egg and two bean and cheese. Vega watched me eat the bean and cheese.

He said it was 'like seeing Aphrodite totally smite some guy'. Vega's got this weird obsession with bean and cheese tacos.

After that, I went to English. MacRae gone once more. Just talked the whole period, doing the crap busy work she left.

After that, I went to ISA and slept in the hall, using my dance bag as a pillow, instead of eating lunch. They don't mind sleepers at ISA. Good folks.

Kaley woke me up and we talked. That girl is cool. She's all Gothed out, but she's very quiet. Mysterious, even. I hope she never is used. That happens to too many freshmen.

I saw Brittney twice today, once before school and once after lunch. Never enough time with that girl. But I'm calling her tonight to 'help her with calculus'.

Biology was fun today. More and more, I think Jerome is good for Kathleen. She's never been so beautiful as she is now. Plus, now she's all about making the dirty jokes. That's damn exciting, because she's really witty and quite able to make said jokes well.

Unrelated matter: Cooper would like to note that he is FUCKING DONE WITH APPLYING TO COLLEGES!

Yay!

2002-12-04T23:51:00.000-06:00

Good to know that I've been utterly removed from Christine's and Paul's 'blog.

Not just the link. All of the comments and references are gone.

I sort of expected that. At least they're being fucking consistent. . .

2002-12-04T22:17:00.000-06:00

I left a part of today out.

I was a bottle of wine. I wore a burgundy collarless dress shirt, a black vest (the one with the crazy lining that fascinates stoned people), burgundy pants, and black shoes.

*smile*

And suspenders. I damn love suspenders.

I think I need to wear vests more. They give me something to take off that isn't my shirt. Seriously, when I come home, my first impulse is to remove clothing from my torso. When I wear vests, I don't go around naked.

That means I need to purchase more vests. Or get them as presents. But they can be expensive, so I'd feel bad if I got one. Damn. Most people wouldn't shop at a thrift store to get such a nice gift for someone. But that's totally the best place to buy dress vests. They have a wide selection, and they're cheap, so you can buy one to go with each outfit, instead of just having like two and looking like a loser for always wearing the same clothes.

Oh! damn, another addendum: we did the short, sad Catullus poems today. 85, 92, &c. Man, Lesbia was such a hoocher to that dude. How love blinds. . .

2002-12-04T21:59:00.000-06:00

Blogger's being fucky, hence the double post.

I've also added a link to Get Your War On, which is an awesome cartoon EJ pointed out to me.

2002-12-04T21:47:00.001-06:00

Whew.

Physics project is done! Yay!

*dance dance*

*pique turn into cabinet*

Public apology: I'm sorry for the hurt feelings regarding Paige and Ryan. I was a little blunt in what I said and it hurt some people. Sorry about that.

So the whole drama thing between April and Paige and me seems to have worked itself mostly out. I think we're all at a much better understanding of each other now.

Except Paige won't apologise for beating me up. She admits it was wrong, but she said she's "let that stuff go", and so I should too. But she won't apologise and she says she isn't sorry.

Somehow, that doesn't satisfy me. I mean, it really feels like a hit-and-run. So it looks like I've got some burning in my soul about it ("continue to be such a bitch"), when really I'm concerned about why Paige can't be sorry about something she knows is wrong. I don't want to reinforce that.

*sigh*

And Christine has once again dumped me entirely. Apparently the issue is that because he wooed her away from me, but she wouldn't go to him right away, preferring to stay with me (I was oblivious), he has a very deep hurt in his heart that she wasn't with him right away. Or indeed that she wasn't with him forever.

So she's dropped me to make him not hurt.

All I have to say about that can be summarised in two points:
1. It isn't my fault that he's hurt; the cause of the problem is within himself and between him and Christine, and so getting rid of me won't change that fact at all, merely make it less obvious. I can't change the past, and getting rid of me can't change the past.
2. It's never a good or healthy thing to give up a friend expressly because of a relationship.

So I'm worried about her and hurt and feeling like complete shit about that whole thing. I cried for a long time the night before last about it. I'm really worried about her.

But on the plus side:
WonderBaby195: So you wanna come over tomorrow after I work and I'll give you a blowjob?

And there's apparently something serious going on between Ben and Sarah. Which I see as a good thing, so long as they both just are real with each other and not go into this high school crazy angst crap.

Life on the whole seems good. I'm in love and she loves me, and I know I've got some friends who still like me, and I've got my music (massive jam on Saturday--Lee Theatre, show at 14, crazy music at 16.30), and I'm excited about college.

And the Latin Club shirts finally came in! *yay dance* Just looking at it is like going to a rave. A Fight-Club-themed rave. Featuring a Roman Legionary with neon pink armour and shield detailing.

I fucking love rollercoasters, don't you?