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Saturday, August 16, 2003
Lesson of the day: Do not put condom lubricant in your hair for any reason… ever. Not only does it make your hair look slick and greasy, but it will also make your scalp itch.
I tell you this with the utmost concern for you as an individual. Wow today was really cool. Tyler and I did nothing and ate nothing but peanut butter toast until about 4 P.M. Andy’s dad was very nice to come over and haul Tyler and I AND my guitar stuff and then even go over to Tyler’s house to get his drum set. Much thanks to his dad for that. We got to the skate park at around five, set up our stuff, warmed up for about 10 minutes, and then were told THAT I HAVE TO UNLEASH MY SOUL RIGHT NOW. Actually they told me that us and Down The Drain had a total of ten minutes to play. I was just like screw it. It would take us much more than 10 minutes by ourselves to play. So, whatever. They used my amp for announcements. I had enough time to find out that the wireless system on my guitar can reach all the way across the skate park. I was so ready to start walking down Palm with my amp cranked as loud as it can go and see how far I can go while still hearing my amp. There was such a delay from the other side of the park that it was so hard to play anything. I would play 4 notes and hear the first one just while I’m starting the 5th note. It’s like impossible to play anything that way. Oh well it was tons of fun. Lots of people were there. We got all loaded up around 8 something and went by CJ"s house so my mom could talk to his about coming over tonight. Then we met Bill and Heather at Hong Kong buffet. It was CJ, Tyler, Farrah, Bill, Heather, and I eating dinner. Yummy. I had 2 plates worth and a bowl of egg drop soup. We saw the contenders from Josh Folk’s surprise birthday party. They came in and said hello. Eventually, Farrah’s dad came and picked her up and Bill and Heather went back to their homes. We were on the way back home and saw most of the same people outside the Just For Fun area. There was Josh Folk, Ashley Davis, Lauren King, Katie ???, and Leiah Garcia. We had such a time. We had some fun involving a condom (hence the lesson of the day). Whoa, it was nuts. We walked to my house from there at close to 9:30ish. Now I am just hanging out with CJ and Tyler and we are having fun. -Brice
Posted at 11:10 pm by morningstar
Friday, August 15, 2003
I love you. Words from Farrah herself. Because she’s sitting here right now, on my lap, watching me write this. She’s real nice to me right now. I like it. I’m hanging out with Farrah and Tylons and Megan and CJ and Andy. I went out to Lyons Park with Matt and Wes and Alix earlier. We had 2 acoustic guitars and one electric and three amps. We played some fun music and some stupid music and then Evan Whitten came up and took the electric guitar and tried to play Jimi Hendrix. Didn’t do much of a good job though. After a while, Johnny-Drunk-I-Married-My-Cousin-And-Got-My-Friend-Who’s-In-The-Pickup-Truck-Over-There-Argh.-I-Will-Cut-You-Open-If-You-Touch-Me-Again-Argh.-Don’t-Stand-So-Close-To-Me-And-Don’t-Criticize-Me-Any-More-Argh. came around and was like really drunk and his friend looked and sounded like he was high. He kept telling Johnny Drunkass to shut the hell up and let us play. He kept calling him an asshole too. They were a strange couple of townfolk. Matt was really getting pissed off at him. The guy kept giving us the shaka and we were like what the hell is he doing. Alix and I were constantly looking back and forth at each other like, wow he's been drinking an aweful lot. It seemed as if he had had a plethora of drinks. A cop showed up after awhile and the guy tossed his beer into the garbage and kept asking me if the cop was still there and Wes was like, "You should go sit over there and not say anything if the cop comes over." The guy muttered something about managers. Wes said, "I'm just trying to make sure you don't get caught." The man says, "Caught what?" (this guy WAS the one driving the pickup truck too, not the other dude). Wes says, "I think the cop will be able to tell." The man says, "No, I'm out of here." He turns to me and whispers, "Is he still there?" I nod to him and he says, "I'm not going yet." He tells me that I'm in control and I'm just like what the hell ever man. Hope you leave soon... Wes says, "Are you sure you will be alright driving?" The man says,"Alright? Watch this." As he's walking away towards his truck, "Thank you boys for the live entertainment." Whatever, bye! Haha. WHOA! Ah so many people were at my house when I got home. It was completely and utterly surprising. I knew someone was there but not all of them. It wasn’t a massive number of people but plenty enough to be surprised about when they are here and I’m not. There was Farrah and CJ and Tyler and Andy and Megan, all here when I wasn’t. I don’t mind at all though. I hung out with Farrah and that was nice because it was peaceful. I was sitting on a speaker in my room when the strobe light was on and the music was playing and stuff and everybody got up and they were like, "Ah where’s Brice?" I thought the spectacle was hilarious so I just watched them. Fun times. CJ and Farrah and Megan all went home (in that order). Andy and Tyler are still here, though Andy is leaving very shortly. Tyler is staying here for tonight and tomorrow because his mom is out of town. Tomorrow is the skate competition. Farrah asked me to do something with her tomorrow morning but then when she was here she was talking about something else so I don’t think that’s happening anymore. Skate comp at five and then I don’t know what else. It will be fun anyways. Between drunk guys at Lions Park and 5 people in my room when I get home, I guess it was kind of sort of wild today. Oh yeah, school. It was school. First week of school is over. First weekend of school has begun. Slutpuppy in the words of CJ. -Brice
Posted at 11:58 pm by morningstar
Thursday, August 14, 2003
Ah, a better day. School was relatively fun, I’ve learned a lot from my American History teacher so far. He teaches very well, very interesting. Bleh, who cares? Math next, Mauri and ah crap Jennifer (another friend I forgot to name yesterday) are in this class. My Algebra II teacher looks just like Steve Baker only in the woman form. Not to mention Amanda is also in that class because our schedules are exactly identical. Biology next (by the way each classroom is just "right across the hall", it takes all of 2 seconds to exit one class and enter the next… literally). Biology I have Matt and Andrew in. We went on a field trip today, out to the lake. That was so cool. Dr. Williams is the coolest damn biology teacher in the world. He has to be. Lunch was out on the deck of S.T.A.R. Lab $1/slice pizza and $.50 canned sodas. It was great. I ate lunch with the same bunch today out in a crevice. It was a nice crevice though, don’t get me wrong. After S.T.A.R. Lab I had English where we had a discussion over part I of Speak. It was great, I had plenty of my own Speak philosophies to share that the teacher seemed to like so I guess I did my part. I came home, played guitar with Marcus, set up band practice and everything and talked online the most I have talked online in FOREVER. Several hours. Somewhere in there I did my homework too, I am not completely neglectful. Ah tiresome. Going to sleep. Kinda passing out… Bleh. -Brice
Posted at 11:53 pm by morningstar
Wednesday, August 13, 2003
Today was a rather typical school day. I have some new friends at OWCC. They are cool. Let me see if I can name them… There’s Nick (I call him sparrow), Mauri, Hannah Banana (just found out she lives within like a couple hundred feet of me), Jay (he’s a cool guy), Andrew (he plays guitar), Megan and Lindsay were already my friends, another Lindsey, Andrew, and Marika of course. They are all very nice people and I call them my friends now. I eat lunch with most of them. Excluding Andrew and Marika. My mom is so damn stupid… First she tells me yesterday that I have a dentist appointment today at 2:40. I tell her that I have to finish out the school day because I don’t want to have to leave early, so I’m just going to have to be a little late. Big freakin’ deal. So I get out at 2:50 and my dad is outside P building waiting on me. We start toward the dentist’s office and he hands me the cell phone and the card that says when my appointment is and has their phone number on it. He tells me to call them and tell them I’m on the way. They have no idea what I’m talking about. They don’t have an appointment for me today. I say excuse me for just one second and turn to my dad and tell him to read the date on the card. Wednesday, September 10th… Not only is it not September, but it’s not even the 10th. My mom was retarded and my dad didn’t catch it. Drat, what a waste of time. My dad dropped me off at Farrah’s for awhile (YAY). But she ended up kicking me out and then I threw a fit and then she beat the crap out of me so we were even. Haha. Yeah. Not so much fun. We went to Chicken’s house after the festivities. Saw Andy, and Megan, and Chicken and Robert. ‘Twas a good time for hanging out. I struck a few chords on her acoustic guitar and everyone talked and played a cheap version of Name That Tune. What fun. -Brice
Posted at 11:27 pm by morningstar
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
The day is too uninteresting to write about today. Hopefully this is more amusing...
I never saw your face,
you were just an apparition.
An apparition of everything divine,
an apparition of everything phenomenal.
But also, an apparition that is just out of reach,
hovering just so far away as to not be able to attain you.
Your intent is so unclear.
Your disguise is what I fear.
You’re apparition was a fraud.
A faceless nothing bound within a cloak of treachery.
You had no face, you had no thoughts,
You weren’t even there.
You were nothing.
Posted at 10:19 pm by morningstar
Monday, August 11, 2003
The worst 48 hours thus far in my lifetime…
You very well know how horrid yesterday was. Well, take that and add something going on with Farrah doing something a long time ago that I just found out about leading into a very horrible break-up. I don’t know what to describe it to you as. I lack the proper wording to do so… I won’t go into any detail about what happened that made me mad but Farrah made me very upset and she sounded as if she didn’t want to be dating anymore so I first said that if that’s what she wanted then I would end it. But I was willing to forgive her for what she had done because it was nothing recent. It happened in May and nothing like it had happened since. So I gave her the choice. I said, "Since you are telling me two different things, one in your journal that you don't want to be dating anymore, and one thing now that you're telling me that you do, ultimately, tell me right now, do you still want to be together? Simply yes or no, nothing else." She didn’t give me a simple yes or no answer but it ended up being a no anyway… At this time I’m completely confused because she says she still loves me so much and stuff but she "just can’t" go out with me right now. Well I ended up finding out the real reason later on. She wants to be able to be herself without having to worry about me. Which I got her to admit was being able to flirt without me getting mad at her. I guess you could call it some sort of break. Not completely breaking our bonds but temporarily losing all relationship-related tie-downs… I think the whole point is for experimentation. Things have been down hill since Saturday night. I have yet to see anything go well. I have to leave. School tomorrow. Bad day. Bye. -Brice
Posted at 11:37 pm by morningstar
Sunday, August 10, 2003
Today I fell, but it didn’t feel better…
The song is wrong… It doesn’t feel better when you fall. Especially not when you fall as far as I have today. Nothing good happened today. My mother scolded me all day. I wasn’t allowed on the computer or on the telephone until nighttime. My only option as far as things to do was work. All the while, Farrah was at the mall with Sean and Jessica (not that it really made much difference, I wouldn’t have been allowed to talk to her anyway). I stayed over at Tyler’s house last night. That was fun. The part about having to be home at 10 A.M. to start working wasn’t. So technically, my mom has been scolding me since last night. She hasn’t said anything, not one thing, nice to me since she came home from Biloxi (I guess she lost…). Almost every damn thing once in my room, is now in a box or a big black garbage bag. Only with the intent of being emptied later in the week. In fact, to get on the computer tonight, I had to fish out all the computer cables and the mouse and keyboard to use it. There’s nothing out of place in my room anymore. And I don’t intend for there to be anything out of place after I empty out the boxes/bags either. It would be too much trouble later on. I did manage to sew my old AFI patch onto my bag today. I hope I did a better job this year than I did last. Last year, at the end of the year it was hanging by a thread. I was surprised it didn’t tear off completely like the others did. My mom… AHH! I wanted to work with the door closed because I always work with the door closed so I can play my music.
"NO!", coming from the next room over.
"I’d like to talk to Farrah before she leaves to the mall."
"NO!"
"Not even on the pho…"
"NO!"
"But I can work and talk at the same t…"
"NO! I’m sick of your fucking mess. You’re such a fucking slob. You will not do anything, not talk on the phone, not talk on the computer, nothing until this is finished!"
…a typical scene from today’s events.
I finally managed to call Farrah… She was about to go do something with Megan. I let her go do whatever it was they were going to do. I ate dinner, after which I came upstairs and put the computer together so as to get on it. The job’s still not finished… I can’t make plans to do anything after school any day, or for any reason, until I pull things off my walls and get everything ready for painting. To finish off the night, I call Wes about the band. It’s not going to be the same anymore. Wes tells me he can’t scream anymore because it is ruining his singing voice (which is understandably more important to him to have). Finding a new screamer may be a lost cause. They’re impossible to find. And even if we did find one, people would probably already be sick of how many times we’ve changed our line-up in such a short period of time. And, then again, even if they aren’t, I sure as hell am. What a day… I am unsure what’s going to happen with the band that I’ve invested the past year of my life and lots of my money in and my mother is a no-good-dirty-rotten-pig-stealing-sack-of-potatoes. -Brice
Posted at 09:46 pm by morningstar
Saturday, August 09, 2003
Today was bleh. I did helped my father in the morning (as I promised) with putting up the new grill. The grill is so cool. It’s freaking huge! It’s made entirely of stainless steel and it has a side-burner and everything (just like on a stove). I COULD COOK EGGS OUT ON THE DECK! That’s so cool! After all that, I asked my dad to take me to Subway so we could eat He needed something from Winn-Dixie (eggs as a matter of fact) so he agreed to take me. Farrah had called me just before we left and asked me to come over so when we got back in the car I asked if he needed my help anymore and, if not, if I could get dropped of at Farrah’s. He said he didn’t need anything else because the job was done. So I got to go to Farrah’s house. I stayed for awhile (until 7 something at least) and then went over to Tyler’s. Very short/boring entry, I know. -Brice
Posted at 08:34 pm by morningstar
Friday, August 08, 2003
It was the second day of school and it was definitely better than the first. Today I talked to more people quite a bit more. I talked with Marcus and Matt obviously. I spent the whole day with Marcus again today but I actually talked a lot more with Marika today and got to know a couple of her friends a little better. I met Andrew and Jay. Those were the two guys names that I remember. There was a third guy who’s name I haven’t quite got. I think it may have been Kevin or something. I forget. Today we sat in the K building and talked for a good 2 or 3 hours. It was just a huge block of time that we had to do a number of things that didn’t take that block of time to accomplish. The things included taking two pictures (one for school picture and the other for student ID) and filling out a Campus Quest form. That time period also involved lunch. Then after lunch we were supposed to do day 2 of our reading assignment. It was where we got in a group of 3 and discussed our book with both other people. This was fun for me because the people that my teacher put me with had each read a book that I had already read. So I didn’t have to pay much attention. That and like 2 different orientation type of things lasted the rest of the day and we were let out at around 2:45 P.M. when again, I went straight to Farrah’s. I stayed there until 7:30 or so when we then went to Ross in Destin. Farrah got some new shirts and a pair of pants. I saw a shirt I wanted but I didn’t have the money to get it. I will go back for it. Then Farrah and I went over to Publix to buy ourselves a sandwich for dinner. When I got home (about 9:30ish) I was surprised to find that my dad had wandered astray from channel 360 on the TV (Fox News Channel). He had made it a full 2 channels prior to that to MSNBC. I thought it was pretty wild to see my dad watching a news channel other than Fox. My dad and I had quite some conversation when I arrived. We must have talked for half an hour straight (doesn’t sound like much but it really is with my father and I). What he first asked me was if I would help him tomorrow to install our new grill out on the deck for like 45 minutes. Then we got into talking about my new school and how when he was in high school he would have thought such a great opportunity as the OWCC Collegiate High School was not even possible and couldn’t even exist. "And", he said, "even if it did exist, I probably wouldn’t have had the sense to take advantage of such a thing." He got into all the struggle he had to make to pick a career field or at least something to study and thanks to his dumb-ass counselor, he wasted his first year of college at a useless vo tech type of school. It was useless because he was already 4 years more advanced than what he was learning in that class. Anyway, while he told me about while he was at high school they made them do a series of tests that are supposed to tell you what you would be best suited to do as a career in your life. Of course, like most people think, my dad thought that it was the stupidest damn thing in the world. When the results came in, it told him that he should be an artist and a pilot. Well, artist was like DUH for him because he could draw anything. He has always been an artist. But when he saw pilot he was just like what the hell?! He had never flown in his life, nor had he even considered it before. But then, in 1970, he for whatever reason decided that flying would just be the coolest thing in the world. The only problem was, he didn’t have the money to pay for flight school so he couldn’t train to be a pilot. But, you know what he did? He painted signs and such for a flight school and traded them for flying lessons. Then, when he was a qualified pilot, it was Vietnam era and the military was looking for tons of pilots so my dad got in and learned to fly jets (which he did for the following 20 years). He still flies today if I have ever said that. He flies big, big Federal Express planes now. How ironic how that test was right about him. My dad then went into a few fighter-flying experiences that could have cost him his life because of really stupid mistakes made by the pilots. The way he put it was really deep. He said to me, "I’m not much of a Christian man, you know, we don’t regularly attend church and all, but I am a believer in God and the only way I think that I lived through these things was because God Himself wanted me to live. I can’t think of any better explanation for it. Every one of those times, God must have been there, tapping me on the shoulder and showing me what was happening and telling me exactly what to do to get out of it safely." He firmly believes that God wanted him to live and I have no problem with believing it either. I think it is amazing and deep. -Brice Posted at 11:56 pm by morningstar
Thursday, August 07, 2003
The first day of school…
‘Twas the first day of a new semester of school. For me, ‘twas also the first day of a new school. OWCC Collegiate High School is, in many ways, better than NHS. Things would be so perfect if only I could be with Farrah. I only wish she could be there with me now instead of having to wait until second semester. I know now after the first day that we will be fine though. I can feel it. Because I was plenty able to talk to her and see her and be with her enough today for both of us to be able to survive the whole first semester. Ok, so here’s what happened today. I woke up first at 6 when Farrah called me to wish me a good day and tell me that she loved me (I told her to do that everyday because it made me feel so good the rest of the day). Then I fell asleep until about 7 when I woke up and took a shower and got dressed and all that mess. I left the house at 8, went to McDonald’s so my mom could get breakfast and then went to Marcus’ house to pick him up. We picked him up at 8:15 and got to OW at 8:30ish. The orientation type of thing started at 9 A.M. when they introduced us to the entire faculty (consisting of about 15 people) and gave us an overview of how things work at OW. They told us how we have to go to the S.T.A.R. LAB every morning and sign into the computer so that they know that we are here for the day and that with the freedom that we have at OW must also come the responsibility to remember such things as to sign in every morning and to be at class on time. There are no bells at OW. The just tell you when you are dismissed and that’s that. I really like that about it. After the orientation thing we split up into 4 groups (groups 10A, B, C, and D). I was in group B with Marcus (thank the lord our last names are so closely related to each other. I felt so lucky to have at least one friend in my group) and also someone that I had met once before, Marika (I’m surprised that she actually knew who I was after only meeting one time). We went to a room where we each received a name-tag and our schedule for the semester (which mine was wrong because I’m not supposed to have a social science class at all, but that will soon be fixed). Shortly thereafter each group went to a separate computer lab to do our assignment that they made us read our book over the summer for. What we had to do was pick a passage out of the book that meant something to us emotionally, type it out, and "mark it up." Marking it up meant making notes within the passage on certain points that stick out to us, and why they stick out. Our homework for the project (which I half-finished in class) was to write four separate entries. One entry on what we thought of the passage literally, one on what we thought of the passage emotionally, one was to analyze the passage intellectually, and one to say which genre we think the book falls under (i.e. science-fiction, historical-fiction, drama, mystery, etc.). Lunch afterwards was cool. That lunch far beats out any school lunch I’ve ever had. That’s for sure. It was weird not going into a lunch line and like taking stuff. You actually go and tell them what you want and they put it together for you and hand it to you on a REAL PLATE. It was nuts. I was freaking out. After lunch I didn’t enjoy so much. We spent two and a half hours building a bridge between two tables about 8 feet apart without being able to talk to each other or write notes about how to do it. That was not so cool. Oh and we couldn’t walk in the middle either. We’d be disqualified if we did. It was pretty crazy if you are thinking so. We got let out 10 minutes early (that was awesome, remember there’s no bells. it’s just whenever they let us go). Directly from school I went to Farrah’s house and spent from 3:30 until about 6 P.M. with her. Ahh, bliss… I love her dearly. I think I will do the same everyday. I will go to her house until my mom picks me up after work. Gotta love it! -Brice
Posted at 08:34 pm by morningstar
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