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Daniel, Lord Shaper

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[02 Oct 2006|11:49pm]
A Glimpse of scout camp:

Me, walking to staff camp through the woods.

Joey jogs up to me from somewhere in the back.

Joey: Hey daniel, want to hear a joke I just made up?

Daniel: Sure

Joey: What did the letter P say to R?

Daniel: What's that?

Joey: Nice penis.
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[20 Sep 2006|09:48pm]
i own.

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[13 Sep 2006|11:14pm]
well arent my wednesdays just fucking great.

6:00 - Wake up

6:50 - Get to school

7:00 - Drumline sectional

8:45 - Marching Band

9:36 - School starts

Stats AP
Econ AP
Wind Ensemble
English AP
Digital Video

3:15 - School ends

3:30 - Jazz Band starts

5:30 - Jazz Band ends

5:00 - Symphony Sectional starts

7:00 - Symphony Sectional ends

6:45 - History 12 at SMC starts

9:00 - History 12 at SMC ends

9:30 - Go to the gym

11:00 - Get home


In other news, i have a newfound respect for Ilan Ben-Meir. That kid just has a way with words that, at times, can leave me speechless. although some may say his magnum opus was convincing the assembly at Model UN to not only allow the Genocide in Sudan to continue, but to also supply the militants with additional weapons. his reasoning? "It's a civil war guys, lets let them finish it."

However, he has, at times managed to put things into a new perspective for me.

A few months ago

Me: "ilan, i'm sad because of girl troubles"
Ilan: "You know what daniel? next time you see her, just cum on her. as soon as she starts talking, just be like 'woah, woah hold on there' and then whip it out and jizz on her head."

I felt much better

Recently, in conversation

Me: Ilan, i'm sad because of girl troubles (different one, though)"
Ilan: You know, i never liked her. even when you liked her. Shes dirty. Fat and dirty.
Me: ...I never thought if it that way.

An amazing man.

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A multidimensional space romance [08 Sep 2006|11:04pm]
Last year, during my personal quest to fully comprehend four dimensional geometry, i found my way across a few really interesting fiction pieces.

One in particular, flatland, stuck with me as an extremely clever work, both because of its philosophical content and the fact that it also satirizes victorian england.

If you havent read it yet (which is probably all of you), then i highly suggest you give it a go. It is not very long and you may find it very interesting.

Premise: A flat universe where the people are devided into classes based on the amount of sides they have (triangles, squares, pentagrams, etc.). Every generation the child has one more side than the father (as women are lines). Hence, older families are higher ranked, as the children have more sides. When the amount of sides approaches the hundreds or thousands, the person begins to resemble a circle and may become a priest (the highest class).

Imagine this world is visited by a sphere. Imagine a being, appearing as a perfect circle, able to appear and disappear, grown and shrink at will (the sphere moves up and down and around the flat world) also realize that since the highest classes are those who resemble circles (but are never truly circles), then the sphere would be some sort of perfect god.

I dont want to spoil anything else, buts its fascinating stuff. You can read it here:


its probably one of my favorite books- it mocks society in the most delicious ways.
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[07 Sep 2006|10:21pm]
the time of dreadlocks is at hand. prepare yourselves, and hide the women and children and the lesser men.
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[06 Sep 2006|11:52pm]
Getting what you want means having what you wanted.

Impressions on a last first day.

Marching band will be extremely status quo- i foresee little to no change or growth in the band as far as it relates to me. however, i do look forward to making some changes in the drumline and hopefully create a stronger group.

Japanese: Good bunch of kids- close to the class i would have picked if I had been given the choice. The annoying shitheads are in the other class, but the relaxed people are in mine. Japanese has always astounded me because i can tell jokes that, if told in any other class, would have met with blank stares. however, in this class, they are appreciated. an anomaly. the only downside is that andrew brown is not in the class. how bad that is remains to be seen.

Stats: Also very promising. initial reaction was of disgust, as a large majority of that class is stupid. however, tipper seems like a jolly sort of fellow and i found company i can and will enjoy working with amongst the throngs of mentally challenged. as a side note, the class does offer some very pleasant views. a class with potential

Econ: a throng of strangers. however, this could develop into an interesting situation. luckily, the class itself is a subject i have much interest in, so the congregation of offish people may actually work in my benefit. also, stephen is in that class, so i can look forward to a much more pleasant experience once he returns.

Wind ensemble: palpable tension in the air on the first day. I could not place the source. Ramirez informs us he will be conducting WE for the first time, heavily. I am less than pleased. He does not consider me a great player. Now that i have finally made it, i am less satisfied than i had expected to be. as it goes.

On the way to english, I made a cameo in rupprecht's fifth period BC class. I was well recieved. From the mere glance i took of the class, it seems like a pretty good group. I felt a mild pang of regret that i couldnt fit bc into my schedule. then i remembered that regret was something from last year. after my brief stay in the world of advanced mathematics, I was off and away to english.

English: Harris seems like a good man. He seems passionate about his subject and wise. Also, in stark contrast to my english class of last year, i did not feel a powerful urge to incinerate the entire class. Alex Kim and Misa Keelan are good people to sit around- we all fell easily into a stark group dynamic contrast. (that last phrase made little to no sense) No one overly interesting, no one abbhorent. Stephen is also due in that class someday, hopefully, soon.

Dig. video: Not the class I was hoping for. By that, i mean not the class of last year. However, i heard through the grapevine that the class has a huge dropout rate early in the year, so perhaps things may change fairly soon.

There is a remarkable amount of satisfaction in my classes this year. Not elation- my classes arent 'amazing', but they are extremly adequate. I considered, at one point, about moving things around. But that never ends well. I lack the thin-slicing ability to make adequate judgements in these matters. A few days is not enough for me to accurately guage the flow of a class through an entire year. example: last year i had the good fortune of finding myself in Fulcher's fifth period class. That class was a goldmine (in the only two senses that high school students are concerned about), and foolishly, I left it for barraza's class based on a few haphazard descriptions and a hunch that turned out to be horribly, horribly wrong. that class quickly became my least favorite and, as i said before, i often felt the desire to napalm the entire group.

If i have learned anything, it is that each year brings a new set of experiences and that above all, i should let the chips fall where they may and to not tamper with fate- as things could wind up rather delightful, given a few months time.

as it goes.
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[30 Aug 2006|11:17pm]

i just realized that sam is gone.

as in gone, gone.

like he's really, seriously, on the other side of the country.

as in i cant call him up and hang out on a regular basis.

i didnt understand fully what college meant until just now.
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I just lost the game [30 Aug 2006|12:57am]
Rule 1: To know the game is to play the game
Rule 2: Thinking of the game causes the player to lose
Rule 3: A loss must be announced to all nearby, and these 3 rules explained to those who do not know them.

The game- the greatest cognitive virus of the 21st century.
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summer camp 06 [20 Aug 2006|11:11pm]
summer camp 06
if i had had this much initiative when i joined scouts, i would have been the bsa's auddie murphy by now.

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and, my single greatest picture: loren in zion
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[20 Aug 2006|01:55pm]
snakes on a plane is the film equivalent of masturbating with sandpaper.
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special edition: [31 Jul 2006|07:51pm]

I just found out one of my best friends has leukemia.

and i feel a bit confused about it. im not as upset as i should be, and for some reason i have an overwhelming urge to talk like billy bob thornton in sling blade.

maybe thats my stress-response.
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you know its a weird night when from 12.30 to 2.00 you see enough random shit to fill a post. [21 Jul 2006|02:32am]
Ok, so it all starts out when I get to 24 hour fitness at around 12:30 AM

and before you even start, I like going at that time of day because its empty and serene. im not a psycho- well, i hope not anyway.

so i start walking across the second floor and as soon as I pass the bathrooms, a man steps out of the bathroom. this man is none other than...


thats right. i saw tommy wiseau at 24 hour fitness at 12.50 in the morning.

we talked about his movie and i said i liked it and said i thought it was black comedy and he was happy because thats what he wants people to think. he invited me to a screening of it on the 29th. i might go. WISEAU! i cant get over it. i mean, that man is a legend.

at around 2:00, when I head out the door to go home. Then someone walks in- none other than MILES BROOKMAN. although not as famous as thomas, miles was still, to one degree or another, influental on me. he was in my freshman band, aka retard band, even though he was a junior. he was completely apathetic towards music and used the class to do homework. he was also a cool guy, and he was the first to give me that old nickname, catfood, which i have done my best to get rid of. he was also responsible for the single funniest moment in my entire musical journey.

it was nice to see him again.

then on the way home, i passed a car with the license plate 5UGG007. funny thing is, that wasnt a vanity plate. it was an accident.

in other news, I drive a fucking tank.

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george carlin quote for thursday, july 20:
"I have an impersonal trainer. We meet at the gym, we don't talk, he works out alone, and I go home."
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a child's song [20 Jul 2006|10:16pm]
little bunny foo foo

hopping through the forest

and hawk swoops down out of fucking nowhere and eats the little fucker because that's the way the world is, and don't you forget it you little shit.
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it would be nice [19 Jul 2006|03:03am]
this summer has, on the whole, been a fairly serene experience, and just the thing i was looking for after a year of getting more and more jaded everyday and eventually growing to hate most of my class and find a burning desire to light them on fire.

ive been doing a lot of reading, and a bit of thinking, and something crossed my mind the other day:

i started thinking about the innate abilities people have- not their talents or the things that make them stand out from the crowd, but the little things that some people can do, and others cannot. they can range anywhere from completely pointless to extremely helpful- point is, they come naturally (more or less) and there comes a point in someones life then they realize that they arent able to do things their friends can, and they can do things their friends cant.

for example, i cant roll my tounge into an O shape, or wiggle my ears, or bend my fingers in funny shapes (well, i can, but not like some people), nor am i a morning person.
after that rather barbaric context, i have a point:

point: after vacation started, i have fallen back into my natural sleep cycle, and, harkening back to 9th grade health class, i realize that i naturally need about 8-10 hours of sleep, which is on the very high end of the spectrum.

so i was thinking, if i could change something about myself (besides the basics, like having a wang so massive that it would require its own seat on an airplane), it would be to change my natural sleep needs to somewhere around 4-5 hours. It would come in handy every single day, and severely increase my ability to get shit done in a single day.

that would be conveneint.

that didnt end up like i had planned when i was writing it in my head on the way home, but it will do.
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a counting rhyme [14 Jul 2006|12:24am]
one for
sorrow, two
for sorrow,
three for sorrow,
four for for for
I dont know
but i'm all bored
of sorrow, five
for three two one,
six for gold,
seven for a magpie
who tells me
where to go...
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[12 Jul 2006|09:25pm]
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this is one of the funniest ones ive seen.
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[09 Jul 2006|05:33pm]
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and this is what i would look like as a south park character.

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[05 Jul 2006|09:05pm]
so I apparently 5'd my AP's and got a 2160 on the SAT.
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[05 Jul 2006|09:01am]
A whole life in darkness, surrounded by filth, that was what Shadow dreamed, his first night in Lakeside. A child's life, long ago and far away, in a land across the ocean, in the lands where the sun rose. But this life contained no sunrises, only dimness by day and blindness by night.
Nobody spoke to him. He heard human voices, from outside, but could understand human speech no better than he understood the howling of the owls or the yelps of dogs.
He remembered, or thought he remembered, one night, half a lifetime ago, when one of the big people had entered, quietly, and had not cuffed him or fed him, but had picked him up to her breast and embraced him. She smelled good. Hot drops of water had fallen from her face to his. He had been scared, and had wailed loudly in his fear.
She put him down on the straw, hurriedly, and left the hut, fastening the door behind her.
He remembered that moment, and he treasured it, just as he remembered the sweetness of a cabbage heart, the tart taste of plums, the crunch of apples, the greasy delight of roasted fish.
And now he saw the faces in the firelight, all of them looking at him as he was led out from the hut for the first time, which was the only time. So that was what people looked like. Raised in darkness, he had never seen faces. Everything was so new. So strange. The bonfire light hurt his eyes. They pulled on the rope around his neck, to lead him to the place where the man waited for him.
And when the first blade was raised in the firelight, what a cheer went up from the crowd. The child from the darkness began to laugh with them, in delight and in freedom.
And then the blade came down.

-Neil Gaiman, American Gods

[05 Jul 2006|08:51am]
china was delightful. decided not to do a full picture post- check myspace for a few good ones.

in short, climbed the great wall (and got a piece of it for my collection, which includes bits of karnak hyroglyphs and the parthenon). took a cruise on the yangtze, saw some terra cotta warriors (which were not that impressive), slept a bit, got sick of chinese food, bought stuff and came home.

i have gifts for a few people.

now for the rest of summer...
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