Monday, September 29, 2008

Spot the split infinitive!


I had forgotten how much I love Chicago. I didn't realize how much I missed the smells, the sounds, the tastes, and the sights.

Going to the cemetery to pour Pepsi on my great-grandfather's grave and Coke Zero on my great-grandmother's grave probably symbolizes the bond I have with the city pretty well. I've never lived there, but it's where my family came from. I'm the only person with my name to not be born in Chicago. I feel at home there. I'm comfortable on Pulaski and confident Downtown.

Sure there were constructive purposes for going there. I visited Northwestern University. I made up my mind not to apply to Northwetsern University. I saw the Bears beat the Eagles 24-20. I rode in a truck with Wisconsin tags (they gave me peanuts; I was happy). I watched some good TV and got to skip a bit of skool. Those are all reasons enough to go.

But sometimes reason enough, well, is reason too much.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Never gonna shake it...

I don't know what to say.

I guess this can be called writer's block. It's no fun, if that's what it is. I want to say something, but I don't know what. It's worse than not knowing the answer to a math problem but not so terrifying as night paralysis.

I could bore you with "random" facts. The word "really" does not appear anywhere in the King James Version of the Bible.

I could tell you everything I've bought for myself recently. A Camouflage record, some tapes, and a JVC dual tape deck.

I could tell you all the happy things that have happened to me. I was elected to President of the French Club.

I could tell you all the sad things. Another one of my mother's uncles has terminal cancer.

I could tell you how happy I am that I have the friends I do. Thanks, guys.

I could tell about my favorite comic strips. I really like Dilbert.

Yay tempo, hein?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Panzer Time!

Yesterday in English our beloved teacher was absent due to illness. We had a substitute on the way, but we still needed entertainment for a while until he arrived. Our teacher from last year came in and we cheered.

Last year, he used a Jeopardy "page-a-day" calendar every morning to wake us up. Naturally, I won for the year. I was so proud of myself that I had trophies made for the top three scorers.

While he was babysitting us yesterday, we held a Jeopardy contest with this year's page-a-day. Naturally, I won, even though I wasn't in top form.

One question went as follows: "This popular 1940 German song was about tanks rolling through North Africa." I didn't know the answer. I guessed "Horst Wessel Lied" for fun, but I was wrong. The song was called "Panzer!"

The girl who sits behind me this year was the second place competitor last year. She started laughing. It cut me to the core. She said something along the lines of: "It's just funny that you don't know that." (If you don't get the joke, look at the frikkin title of my blog.) I mean, I guess it is funny, but still. I felt bad.

I came home from skool early today. I have a bunch of free time tonight, so I decided to look around and find a copy of this "Panzer!" YouTube brought the quickest result, and it is here.

Saturday, September 13, 2008


I almost forgot about this. Good thing I remembered, or no one would ever be able to see it and laugh with me.

It's a poem some friends and I wrote one day for a homework assignment. It's not really supposed to mean anything.

a troubled friend (Title - Person's Name)
[Redacted] (Your name)

When I watch you
falling down like rain
depressed and disconsolate, surrounded by the despair
of your dismal dwelling
when I watch you
in your dreary depths
without a way out
pondering life and death
like a rose, trampled on the ground
I say
when I watch you
you ghost in a shell
who used to smile so bright
I stand up
through your sorrow
I stand up


[Teacher's note: Please share w/ your friend Well written-]

I hope my typography is understandable. I almost feel like e.e. cummings.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008


You know, I really like drawing. I like to do little drawings of le petit prince on my homework and little drawings of machine guns on my tests. I like drawing Minoru Shiraishi on napkins and flowcharts on index cards.

It's sort of fun to draw. It's also sort of fun to write. I never actually realized that I do have a reasonable amount of skill as a writer. Well, until today. I realized that I actually can write and be cohesive and all that other important stuff. I always thought that because I never wrote "flowery" stuff like... forget her name, think it's Katie, I wasn't a real writer. I failed miserably at that big writer's competition. But I think it was really all in my head. I have something that I need to tell everybody. Now that I've learned how to tell everyone, I just have to learn how to look inside myself and see what message I have to share that only I can share.

I also like to dust my bookshelf and jumpstart cars. I like to eat fish and drink tea. I like to read biographies of scientists and madmen (is there a difference? Yes.). I like to adjust my blinds so that I can use sunlight instead of artificial light. I like to listen to jazz and heavy metal. I like to wear manly brown leather Wellington boots and felt caps.

Maybe I like poetry.

But not Birches.