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 Archive -- Week 10: 9/1/02 - 9/7/02
Song of the week: Vanessa Carleton - Ordinary Day
The most preferred school subject is: Art with 6 votes.
September 1, 2002 - rabbit rabbit
Hmm... I'm still pondering my physics situation. But in light of my sister's opinion of the film and theater arts class, as well as Derik Malenda's guestbook entry, I'm leaning toward not dropping physics. I'll let you know if I decide otherwise. Anyways, yesterday, I watched several (somewhat bad) movies: batteries not included, Evolution, and Bubble Boy. After I stopped procrastinating, I read A Doll's House and did some research for one of my english essays. I think I'll finish those up today. But other than that, I did absolutely nothing yesterday... And therefore, my update today is not very interesting. Oh, but don't forget to take this week's poll.
 
Image of the Day

From my personal MS Paint portfolio... It's called 'soul searching', and I made it about a month ago. Never got around to adding it to the site. So it's here now.

Bad Joke of the Day

Why did Humpty Dumpty have a great fall? 
To make up for a bad summer. 
September 2, 2002 - slam-dunk fun
Blah, I'm really tired and really bored and I don't feel like finishing my english essays. I awoke to a phone call this morning, and it was some lady who wanted to write an article or something about my SAT score. I answered her dumb questions, and I was pissed off that she woke me up. But the more I thought about it, the more it offended me. I guess I should't be offended. But what the hell? All I am is a number to that lady. And whenever I see a unit principal or something, they go, "I heard about your SAT score" or something like that. And it's just like, what do they really care about? First of all, they act like it's their accomplishment or something. Second of all, it's not even a big accomplishment. Standardized tests are retarded. Getting a good score should not make anyone feel great about themselves. I'd rather have someone know that my favorite color's blue and that I like hot dogs than for them to know what I got on some retarded test. I hate when people try to make me out to be special or different because I'm smart. That's probably one of the things I hate more than anything. The other day, my friends were trying to figure out what each one of us was in the "cliche group of friends"... and of course, I was "the smart one"... well hell, I don't WANT to be "the smart one". I'd rather be "the fruity one" or "the dorky one" than "the smart one". Anyways, I'm just rambling now. I wish people didn't make a big deal of things that really don't mean anything. 
 
Image of the Day

I just got done watching this movie. Believe it or not, I actually saw it in theaters when it came out. I have no idea why. I guess I just couldn't resist a "rappin' genie with an attitude". With the great acting in this movie, it's a wonder he's not in millions and millions of others.

Lyric of the Day - "Impossible" by Joe Nichols

Unsinkable ships sink,
Unbreakable walls break.
Sometimes the things you think would never happen
Happen just like that.
Unbendable steel bends.
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable,
I've learned to never underestimate the impossible.
September 3, 2002 - it's a beautiful life
I'm in one of those "life is going by so fast" moods... I can't believe I'm already in my senior year. And at times like now, I find myself wishing I had someone who knew what I was talking about, and who I can actually talk to about it on a one-to-one basis. I mean, I kinda feel like there's distance between me and all my other friends. Like, they always have someone else to be with. Then again, I guess I always do too. But I just wish there was one person I could always count on hanging out with on any given day. And someone I could talk to about life and crap, that actually could relate. And someone that could completely understand me. And hell, I'm not even talking about a romantic thing. I have a romantic thing already... I just want a close friend like that. But then again, I guess I'm just in one of those moods.
 
Image of the Day

"Dear Henry, where were you? We waited, and waited, but then decided..."

Quote of the Day - Arjay Flecher

"It's really amazing how incredibly fast life goes. Boom! You're born. You go through life, meeting troubles along the way, but you overcome those troubles, and you have a blast. And before you know it, you're dead. If that ain't beauty, I don't know what is."
September 4, 2002 - mates, doodles, and crazy people
Woo hoo! I start work today!! I hope it all goes well. Betsy and I aren't doing too great. I don't want to lose this relationship, I really don't. But sometimes, I feel like it's just slipping through my hands... I just can't let it. I wish I could show her how much she means to me... I try, but things never come out right. Ah well, I hope I get through these times. I can't wait to homecoming! It's gonna be so bomb... she's gonna look so beautiful. Alright, enough Betsy talk for one update. Chelsea suggested I get on the ball with my "mates" section, and I actually think I might revamp the whole thing. I'm gonna weed out the true mates from the fake ones. So if you think you're a "mate" of mine and deserve to be on that page, then e-mail me at mates@therosser.com with your name or just IM me saying you should be on the section. If you qualify, I'll already know, and you'll end up there. I decided I'm only gonna put people on there that I hang out with outside of school. So yeah, I want to weed it out, I guess. More pictures will be up within a week or so. I'll keep you posted.
Oh, and I added a few drawings today.
 
Image(s) of the Day

These are just some doodles I found on a page of last year's spanish notebook. I particularly like the one directly left that's kinda leaning back.

Web Article of the Day - Who's To Say Who's Nuts
I used this article for one of my summer reading essays... I had to relate something to A Midsummer Night's Dream, so I found this article. It's mildly interesting. If you're bored, give it a read.
September 5, 2002 - polling, bowling, and peepholing
Well, I think work was the answer to all my problems. First of all, after school I've been finding myself really bored... But now that I work, I barely spend any time at home, so I'm not bored anymore. Secondly, the library is a calming atmosphere. I could go in there feeling stressed, and it would calm me down. It's just a peaceful place to be, I guess. And finally, this maybe over-analysis, but it seems like I've been needing some order in my life, with all the things going on. And for whatever reason, I feel like things are much more in order now. Maybe that's just because it's my job to put things in order, I dunno. And to top it all off, I am actually gonna have some money in my pocket! It's a pretty damn good feeling. Long story short, I like my job, and I think it's gonna turn out great. And as for other aspects of my life, things with me and Betsy are slowly but surely getting better, and I'm really happy about that. And in site news, I'm still looking to revamp the mates section, so I need your help. Currently, the mates section has 'fake' descriptions of people in it. Should it have 'actual' descriptions? Please take the following poll! (if you have any other suggestions for what to put on it, e-mail me.)


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Image of the Day

That's Jason bowling at Winterfest Protest '02. Paul, Cathleen, Jason, and I joined the Saturday bowling league, and our first game was yesterday. (Well, the first game is Saturday, but we can't go, so we pre-bowled... And actually, we'll be pre-bowling most of the time.)

Not-Very-Funny Overheard Conversation of the Day

Girl: Damn, boy! You so skinny! You so skinny you can see out a peephole with both eyes!
Boy: What's a peephole?
September 6, 2002
Yesterday, I received the news that someone I knew passed away. His name was Mike, everyone called him "Big Mike"... and he was in the hospital for heart-related surgery. I guess he was just too "big"... you know what? I take that back. Big Mike wasn't "too" anything. He was one of the few genuinely good people in this world, and he was absolutely awesome. I have never met a person as nice as he was. And I say "was" as if he's gone forever. But trust me, he's still around. No one that amazing could ever truly pass away. He's a gentle breeze in the fall, he's the first spring rain, he's the feeling you have when you're so full of "good" you're fit to bust. And he will live on forever, inside the hearts of those he touched. The pain of his death is like the pain we go through in life. Sometimes, we wish we could forget everything and just give up. But Mike wouldn't have wanted that. Mike was a trooper, he was always a trooper. And there's no doubt in my mind that he would want us to be troopers, especially now. And I know I didn't know him as well as his friends did... we were just buddies, acquaintances. But EVERY time we saw each other, he greeted me with a great big ol' smile and a 'hey Ross, how are ya?', and it really made my day. And just because I only saw him once every two months or so doesn't mean he didn't have a tremendous impact on my life. Because he did... and I'll never forget him. 
 
 

...earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
September 7, 2002 - no time at all
I feel like I haven't been home in 3 days! Thursday, I had school til 2:25, then band practice from 2:35 to 5, then I went over to the library, started working at six, and got home at 9:15. I talked to Betsy for an hour, and then tried to do my homework. Then friday, I woke up at 5:30, went to breakfast at 6:30, got to school at 7:30, had school til 2:25, had a student council mini-meeting, went to work from 3-5, got home at 5:15, left again at 5:55 for the game at school, left the game at 10:30, went to Baker's Square, and got home at 12:15. And today, I work from 8:30 to 5. But don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining; I really like being busy because then I never get bored, and I also really like working at the library because it's got such a nice atmosphere. That's it for today.
 
Image of the Day

This is a shot from Twin Day back in the first semester of school last year. We were all Doug that day, and eighth period, I turned into Quailman.

Quote of the Day - Thomas Merton

"Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."