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| Lately, I've been having these weird dreams.
It started off around Monday when I had this dream that I was 5 again and I was at where the lakehouse was near Bull Shoals lake, but the funny thing is that the bunkhouse wasn't there or anything. You could tell it was the same property, but there was a big white chicken factory that was on the property for some reason. I forget why. Then I woke up.
The night before last- I was in the Silliman courtyard, but the funny thing is, lots of people from PGHS and FHS were there, like, they went to Silliman. They had the green shirts on and everything. Landon was there, a couple of asian people, Philip, and Logan....then after school we went to my grandmother's house (Jake Hebert was with us, I don't know why). Landon started tap dancing and Philip began quoting lines from bleach.
...then I woke up again.
Then the latest dream was last night. For some reason, I lived in an apartment in Baton Rouge. Philip S. was there, and we were supposed to go to a Flaming Lips concert. But for some reason he told me that I couldn't rejoin Pieces of Lloyd. I got all pissed off and went to the concert by myself. For some reason the road crew was having problems with the sound on the stage, so I went up and helped them and fixed it...I even talked to one of the guys from The Flaming Lips, which was pretty cool.
.....and I woke up.
Strange. I usually don't even remember my dreams.
I have to go to Houma's House with a bunch of other foreign language students on Dec. 1st. I don't want to go for a number of reasons:
-You have to dress up and everything (I don't have CRAP to wear.)
-It's social...I'm not a very social person....I don't like being dressed to the hilt in public
But, I have to go, since its for a grade
I was digging through some things yesterday after school..and I found a yellow manilla envelope with my name neatly written on it, like some teacher had written it. "A report card", I thought. I opened it, and it turns out it was this
 Now, you notice that it doesn't have anything writtten on "recommended placement for next year". Turns out I ended up repeating, which is a good thing, because I'd rather be an older, more mature sophmore than a younger, less mature junior. and to think this was like 11 years ago. Time flies
This is what it said on the inside
http://i38.tinypic.com/2wmm147.jpg
(sorry I can't link it. Firefox is gay.)
They graded some strange things on here...for example it has a grading column for if I can "hop, skip, and gallop". There's also another for for "catch and bounce a ball". I wasn't a born athlete because it says I couldn't even do that until the 4th quarter..and they put an "N" for needs improvement.
There's also one for "uses scissors properly, and for the first half it says "N". LOL. I stab your eyes out. haha.
I'm not going to take the time to upload the scan on the back, since this internet connection is way too slow. But. It had a little chart for social development and work skills. The catagories were "cooperate with others, follow class and school rules, display self confidence, listen and follow directions, work neatly and carefully, and participate in activities". the first quarter I got all Ns. The second I got checks on some, and by the third quarter, it was all checks instead of Ns. But I like regressed in the 4th quarter. It says N for the whole year on "listen and follow directions"..the teacher even circled the word "listen". She even says on the back that she's "enjoyed having me in her class". Bullshit, I know I raised hell in that class and that I was in the principal's office more than in the classroom. That's a bald faced lie.
Alright. That's all I got for you.
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| Oh what an adventure it was on Saturday.
So I wake up, and I'm in a pretty good mood, not aware of the days troubles to come. And so, I get dressed, eat breakfast, go check Facebook, etc etc. Me and my dad rode to Baton Rouge with my grandparents, who were staying at their condo near Tiger stadium for the game. Alas, me and my dad weren't there for the game, we were there to see Trees On Fire at Sigma Nu on the LSU Campus. We'd heard some of their music on KLSU, and it was pretty good. You can tell Radiohead is a big influence, and plus, my sister knows the band and everything, so yeah.
So we got to the condo. Everything was still going great. I pulled out my laptop and connected to the WiFi they had in the building. We had a few hours to spare until we had to leave for the fraternity. So I just got on Facebook and fooled around. Then it came to me that I didn't have my memory card for my camera. I was instantly angry, and wanted to go to Wal Mart to get a new one, but sadly, the closest one was...well, I don't know, I guess it wasn't walking distance. So crap man. No memory card means no pictures. What a pisser.
My step grandfather's sister heard about the troubles and she agreed to get a memory card and let me borrow it. So that was pretty good. We met her in the parking lot next to the stadium and gave it to me. It was only a lousy 64 MB, but hey, it could still hold a few pics. So I put it in, and test it (good thing I did)...and it didn't work. It kept on saying "card protect". I flipped the little lock thing, but it still said "card protect". Yet again, what a pisser.
Me and my dad set off for the frat house. I'd looked up a route on Google maps, and I figured we could take Stadium dr, turn off on Dairymple, then get on Lakeshore and that would take us to fraternity row. Cool. So, we set off on Stadium drive. apparently, we didn't go on Dairymple, because for some reason Stadium led us straight to Lakeshore. So we made the loop, passing Sorority row, and then finally got to where the frat houses are. Ok. But, where's the band? They said they'd be there around 5pm. So, we called the guitarist's number. Just got a voicemail. We asked one of the guys who was coming out of the building and they said that they weren't here yet. So we waited. And waited. And waited. It was 7:30 before they got there. We offered to help unload and they said "well, actually, we're going to watch some of the game!" So, we went along. We had tix, so that was no problem. We followed them to the game, talking as we went, and got in. However, being in that huge crowd gave me a killer headache. After halftime I bought some nachos and we went to meet the band back at the frat.
When we got back, It seems that they'd already set up. So we just kind of waited around. My headache was lingering, so that was pretty annoying. All the frat boys were out back playing basketball. One fat guy came up to me (I was standing near the ladies room...why there's a ladies room in a fraternity, don't ask). and asked "Hey dude, did any chicks go in here?". I was like all "No....". Then he said "Dude, I'm totally gonna shit!". "that's nice" I said.
They were scheduled to start around 10:30, but got delayed because something was wrong with their microphones. So we waited and waited some more. They opened the show was this strange song..I don't know what it was, if it was a cover or an original, but it was pretty good. The second song on their list was a upbeat version of Eleanor Rigby, which featured a violin. By the time they finished that song, people were yelling out "80'S COVERS!" and "WHITESNAKE!". Anyways, after that, they played this Cake song..."You Turn The Screws". Great cover. They played MGMT's "Kids", and then they "took a break"..but they never came back. Apparently, someone told them to stop playing because the people wanted to hear more "upbeat music". Right as they walked off stage, they put on some booming rap music. I just went outside. A few mins later I came back with a video camera and started taking video of all the drunk-ass white guys dancing to hip hop music. So, the band came all that way just to be booed off stage, basically? How rude. And the funny thing is, the fraternity REQUESTED THAT THE BAND PLAY THAT NIGHT. and THEY PLAYED A YEAR AGO AT THAT EXACT SAME FRATERNITY. What the crap!? That makes me really angry. I'd never join a fraternity. I'd rather dig my eyeballs out with hot forks. It's just a bunch of high school losers who want to make something of themselves, so they join these fraternities and walk around with jackets littered with greek letters. All they care about is getting pussy and drinking beer. And football, I guess. What a pisser.
The band had gone back behind their van to revise the setlist. It was about 12:30, and we just said "alright guys, we're going home". They understood. Before we left, I pulled out my drumhead and had a couple of the guys sign it. I guess that was pretty cool. They'd lost the last people who actually came there for the music. There was this couple that was in the crowd who was dancing to Trees On Fire's music. The girl actually asked if I was with the band and I was like "yeah. We're roadies". She seemed pretty cool, same with her boyfriend. They left 30 mins. before we did.
So we left, and we thought we knew how to get home. We went up dairymple and turned right on Highland. Then we were at the north gate, where the varsity was. We then went left on Chimes, since chimes runs RIGHT BY THE CONDO. We ended up in a trashy looking part of town. So, we made a complete loop around and ended up back at the varsity. Fuck, right? So, we went back on chimes, but then took a left at this other street, and ended up by the bell tower. We then took another wrong turn and ended up near some apartments. We then finally found our way. There were were, at like 1am, walking around Baton Rouge. Not a good place to be at 1AM. What a pisser.
We got in the condo, I immediately got in bed and went instantly to sleep. We had to wake up early to go back home, though.
But you know what? As we were getting out of the car, I looked down at the seat and saw a little blue piece of plastic. It was the memory card that I thought I'd left at home.
So I just laughed and walked in the door. WHAT A PISSER.
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| "We need leaders, not politicians. That's why I'm running as a leader and not a professional liar".
-Abel Tomlimson
He posted something like that as his facebook status yesterday. If I could vote, I would definitely vote for him for congress in 2010, although I'll only be like, 17. Anyways, tomorrow I'm roadie-ing for the band Trees On Fire tomorrow night. They load in at 5pm and they don't do sound check until around 9. The show starts around 10:30. I'll get to be backstage and get some great pictures of the band while they're on. I'll also get to meet them and everything...OH, and I'll also get to wear one of those backstage pass things (I might've already told you that, I forget).
I love the warm, nostalgic feeling that October always brought. The trees would gradually turn their reds and yellows, and fall, leaving a blanket of leaves on the ground. This halloween, however, it doesn't really feel like that. Basically, everything is still green down in Tiger land. There's little to no fall foliage. And it's cold and rainy outside right now. Hmmm....
I was reading David Bazan's blog (He's from the band Pedro the Lion, and if you don't know who they are *scowl*). And he said this:
"We stopped in a gas station in Arkansas where there was a folding table for the cops to sit and gossip while they enjoyed their pecan pie. I hate Arkansas, and like everytime, I can only hope this will be my last visit (no offense, Arkansans)"
Well, duh, of course I take offense. I bet he stopped at one in eastern Arkansas, where I can't really blame him for saying that, but if he spent a few days in the Fayetteville area, I'm sure he would change his mind pretty quickly, especially if he was playing a show on Dickson. But, I still like David Bazan and his other bands.
I'm watching Jeopardy and some lady just tried to pronounce "Ponchatrain", when the answer to a question, or should I say, question to an answer was lake pontiatratrain. She was like all "what is lake p.....pon----CHA-t-rain? But, I'm not any better, because apparently I can't spell it. Ok. Bye.
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| So, my half sister knows this band up in Charlottesville, VA called "Trees On Fire". I've heard them played some on the local college station down here, and they're pretty good. I looked at their upcoming shows and saw that they were going to come down and play at the LSU homecoming party for sororities and fraternities. My half sister talked to the band about getting me and my dad on the guest list or something, and they said that we could be a part of the loading/unloading crew. We'll be roadies! We'll get to wear those things around our neck with the backstage pass on it. Man, it's going to be great. And I'll be watching the show from the backstage, so I'll get some great pics. But yeah, that's pretty cool. It'll be on halloween night. By the way, I've read in the paper that there's actually designated hours for trick-or-treating in Louisiana...and that they can put it on Oct. 30th if they wanted to. Kind of strange....
I'm still holding that good news...few people know....but most of you don't. So yeah.
and I got a crappy haircut..it looks like someone took a weedeater to my hair. But oh well. It'll grow back.
Bye
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| So today in chapel, Barham denounced liberal ideas in america, made us listen to christian rock, and read a quote by George Bush Sr.
But I don't care.
I really don't care anymore about anyone who thinks anything about me anymore.
Because I got some really, really, really good news that I can't tell you yet.
You'll have to wait until the next episode....
but in the meantime, there's some girl who thinks that becuase I posted this status:
"Jackson Lafargue...thinks that Arkansas played a lot better of a game against Florida than LSU".
she then commented last night:
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True and not true. For one, I don't feel that I go out of my way to be jerks to people from Louisiana just because I'm not in Arkansas. If I did that, I wouldn't have any friends. But did she consider the emotional troubling experience of moving? I mean, I assume that she's gone to Silliman all of her life, and so everything is fine and dandy and usual. She didn't have to experience the culture shock I experienced when I came into the courtyard on the first day of school. I had a lot going for me at Prairie Grove. A band, lots of good friends, the marching band, my mom moved from Michigan to Arkansas so I could see her more often, and everything else. Then it's like 'oh, we're moving. Pack up your stuff'. Sure, some people might tell you to just get over it (knowing this girl's personality, she probably would tell me that). But anyways, it's really not as easy as it sounds to just get over it. Sure, it was kind of exciting becuase I could see family a lot more often....and............well....then after a few days, It got boring. Reall boring. We moved down during a heat wave. We are in a rural parish, so there's nothing to do. I had no friends, since it was in the middle of summer. My parents were optimistic that they'd start making more money now that we wouldn't have to pay rent, but it was just the opposite. We thought the economy was bad up there, it's much worse down here. We can barely fucking eat. And plus, I was used to a school where there was:
-no uniforms
-cell phones could be out during lunch, between classes, and iPods were allowed in some classrooms.
-facial hair was allowed
-there was lots more extra curricular activities other than sports (marching band, choir, FFA, NHS, etc)
-No offense, but there was people I could RELATE to there.
-The school didn't have any CONSERVATIVE BIAS
And the list goes on. I was shocked when I heard my french teacher tell her class that "Obama belongs in the cotton fields". Completely innapropriate for a classroom setting. The sad thing is, all the students cheered when she said that. *sigh*. There's lots of racial predjudice down here, as you can tell.
But, this particular girl thinks that I think that Arkansas is the best and Louisiana is the worse. Trust me. There were douchebags at my school as well. Trust me. That'll be in ANY school you go to.
But then again, I have that news that I'm waiting to share. I'm not going to hint at it. Don't even try it.
So bye.