Monthly Archive for April, 2005

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family fued

It’s as if my life couldn’t get any worse, and yet it did.

Last night my Dad decided to be a jerk and punish me for finishing the Doirtoes from my lunch that he thought I “stole” from the kitchen.

It started out like any other punishment did. I rolled my eyes and he took away a week of computer, and this happened twice. So I won’t be on the computer that much for a week or two, but I’ll still be on (they can’t hold me down!). Also Pic of the Day won’t be updated as often, if at all.

Then he made me sit down and copy a page from this stupid “Sacred Space” bible godly-reflection book he has. Naturally, I resisted and a page was added on. My constant “bitching (as he put it)” added six more pages to this dastardly punishment, until I fell asleap on the table and he sent me to bed, added another page, and then said i had to do it after school today. Yeah right, like I’m gonna do that crap.

So there’s the story. My dad is turning against me and ruining my social life. I could see this coming…

~!dAnny!~ :???:

a day of insults…

I’m just going to come on out and say it: Today pretty much sucked.

Why do people keep making fun of me? Is it fun for them? Do they really have nothing better to do? I just don’t get it…..

I’m just gonna write some simple letters to people telling them how I feel. Feel free to read them, that’s why I posted them.

To Courtney:

Dear Courtney,

Hey. I’m sorry that all this happened, but you really have to recognize that it’s not my fault entirely. You had your share of blame to take in this whole thing. What I really want to know is why are you treating me like this? Why won’t you talk to me in person, why do you think that whenever I’m talking to someone that I spread rumors about you, and why are you spreading rumors about Steven, Chelsea, and I? For example, you’ve told people that I wanted to “take Steven to the Candy Shop.” That’s not true at all. And why did you tell me that Hillary told you to say that? Why are you turning my friends against me me by lying about them? Does it make you feel good? Do you enjoy tearing people apart? It certainly doesn’t feel good when you’re tearing me apart. Please talk to me. I don’t want this to be the end of our friendship.

Sincerely, Danny.

To Chelsea:

Dear Chelsea,

Lemme start by saying that I am appalled at the way you have been treating me. We’ve been friends since kindergarten, when we met and the playdough table. Even though we were seperated for 3 years because of redistricting, we still managed to become best friends in the year and a half since we’ve re-united. So why are you treating me like this? Why are you insulting me and calling me fatso, piggy boy, and a host of other horrible, degrading names? It doens’t feel good to be made fun of, especially in front of other people. All i ask is that you apologize and stop calling me these names. I really hate it. We’ve been friends for so long, and I’d really hate to blow it over something so small, and I want to be there to help you in your time of need while you’re moving. Please, please stop teasing me.

Danny

To Ben:

Ben-

WTF is wrong with you? I’m getting sick and tired of putting up with you degrading people because of how they act. You treat so many people like they’re crap and you’re king of the world, incuding me, and I speak for all of us when I say that you’re gone too far this time. I’m going to tell you once and for all that I am not gay. There is nothing wrong with gay people, firstly, and they are no different than you or I. There are so many gay people in the world that are smart, nice, funny, and normal. Who cares that they’re gay? All that matters is what’s deep down inside. So why do you continue to tease me and say that I’m gay? Is it because you’re too immature to have a sense of morale? Probably, becuase you’re immature in every other class I have with you. I speak for all of us in saying that you need to stop fooling around with our feelings and get off our cases.

Hatefully, Danny.

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That felt very good. Now if the people could actually read those letters….

~!dAnny!~ :sad:

P.S. – Thank you Cara for your constant support. LYLAS

you’re such a 404

Recently, I’ve been exploring http://office-humor.co.uk. I must say that most sites like that are full of porn and *innappropriate things*, but Office Humor is (mostly) good, clean fun. For example, under their “Lists and Top 10″ category, you’ll find an entrie called New Dictonary Entries for 2005. Just read through the whole list. Some of them, you’ll notice, are old words “remixed,” lol, or just totally new words. My favorite is “404.” I’l use it in a sentance. Chelsea was such a 404 in Science today after we finished our assesaments.

She said that I was getting too close to her (which I wasn’t on purpose), so she asked Mr Zoulias if she could move up to Ross and Justin’s empty table to take the assesment. He said yes, and she moved. So then when I was done with my assesament, I decided to go through her binder. I pulled out a dogbone and highlited it, I drew on her binder, and I read all of her pencils. Then Vasily got involved. He went thru her binder, also, and took out all her pencils and read their punchlines. Then he got the soap from the sink next to us and actually squirted some on out lab table. I proceeded to mopping it up with Chelsea’s binder, and by now she had realized what was going on. She came over and closed her binder and almost got caught by Mr Zoulias. , but believe me, it was worth it.

~!dAnNy!~ :lol:

i’m back in da house

Oh my gawd camping was so amazing!

So I went to this father/son retreat campout thing with this group my Dad is in. At first, being the city boy that I am, didn’t want to go at all. I’m serious. I just kept to myself for the first hour. I didn’t really talk to anybody, I just sat in the car and listened to music. Then they gave their little “circle up” whistle thingy and I, somewhat reluctantly, stepped out of the car and got into the circle.

In the circle, they told us that we were going hiking up a mountain called “Old Rag Mountain.” It was about 3000 feet high, and I, having no sense of vertical direction whatsoever (to me, 1000 feet in the air = 100 feet), thought that it was some sissy mountain and that I could handle it. Boy was I wrong.

It turns out that this mountain was one of the highest peaks in the region. The first half of the hike (to halfway up) was actually kind of challenging. There were all these rocks and things that you had to step over, and the path was jagged and challening. I was literally getting winded. It was VERY strenuous. I basically thought that this was going to be the worst of it, and, again, I underestimated this mountain.

Then, we came to the part of the mountain that seemed to be pure rock. There were boulders the size of cars embedded into the ground. We were supposed to be able to climb through them to continue on the trail. The first actually hard part was this little crevice thing that was probably 3 feet wide and 10 feet deep. You had to jump down the crevice 10 feet to continue on the trail. I was literally histerical. I didn’t think I could do it and I was about to just go back. But, eventually, I moved on.

There were SEVERAL hard parts along the way. You had to jump from rock to rock over crevices that were 20+ feet deep. You had to climb up crevices in the rocks that were 30+ feet high, with only small rocks about the size of a computer screen to stand on. It was awful!

But the worst part was that there were several fake peaks. You’d get to part of it and then say, “Yes I’m done!” but then you’d look up and see another part of the mountain. There were probably 5 of these. It was very unnerving.

But, after risking my life and almost falling into a crevice and off the side of the mountain, I finally made it to the top. The view was AMAZING. You could literally see for hundreds of miles from up there. Of course, I didn’t look because I was too scared. But I got some cool pix.

So then we hiked down the mountain (much easter- no rocks) and drove back to camp and ate, slept, ate, and came back.

So now let’s talk about location. The farm where we were camping was located on a farm in Virgina. I was under the impression that VA was a hillbilly state. And of course the Faquiher County sign that said “Welcome to Faquiher County, an area dedicated to preserving agriculture…” sign didn’t help change that belief. But on the way home, I realized the real beauty of Virgina.

Although we passed exits for Richmond and Massasses, we were never in urban/suburban areas. But that doesn’t mean that there weren’t incredible sights. All along the roads there were these beautiful little creeks that would stretch for miles. They were full of rocks and fish and the water was actually pretty clear. Then, this creek would empty into a tributary pond and into another creek, and so on. All of the waterways wre incredible.

The landscaping was incredible, also. The trees and flowers and plants were placed just right. They gave the area a beautiful summer feeling. It just felt great. I wanted to live there! Then we came back to Maryland and I realized a few things.

We have a lot less HOV lanes and way more HAZMAT lanes. But I guess that’s pretty minor. Lol I guess that’s really all I noticed, but at least I noticed something.

And that’s my camping trip in a nutshell.

~!dAnNy!~

camping

Guess what. Today I’m going camping. Cya on Sunday.

~!dAnny!~ :grin:

funniness

Today in science, it was lmao funny. You see, for whatever reason, Mr Zoulias wasn’t there (hallelujiah). So, instead we had a substitute.

Now, I knew that this substitute was bad news from earlier experiences. She made us be quiet the whole period before. Then everyone got very hyper and started to talk and she gave out like 50 lunch detentions. It was kinda funny, though.

So right when we walked in, there was like half of the eighth period class still in there and she was making then sign this piece of paper for attendence. Why can’t she just call our names? Well so anyway she wouldn’t let ther rest of the class so they were all standing out there until like ten minutes after the bell. So when she finally let the rest of us in, she got all mad at us because we came in talking casually. So then she said “I usually let my classes talk silently but since you all came in SO loud, so you can’t talk.” So then Ashley started talking again anyway and the sub pulled her aside and told her to sit down in the back of the room, and we all said she was in time out. It was sooooo funny she said “Go to the back of the room and think about your rude behavior.” LMAO it was soo funny. So then we started to go over the drill. When we were voting on the answer, then she told us the answer everyone started to cheer really loud, and then Mrs Ladson came in and yelled at us and said that probably the whole school could hear us because we were too loud. Then she left and everyone started talking again. So then after the annoucnments Dan started to act retarded and the teacher sent him into time out again with Ashley and it was soooooo funny. So then she made US send around a piece of paper, but she made us PASS it around and she said nobody could leave till we all ppl signed. So everyone rushed over to the desk where it was and we all signed it and then we ran over her to leave and she said she would “report us all to the administration.” LMAO it was sooooooo funnny. Good times…

~!dAnny!~

spirit week

Amazingly enough, I have not had the urge to blog in a long time. I think it’s just a phase I’m going through, but it might be permenent…I hope not. Anyway, I’ve decided to blog about spirit week.

Monday, April 4 was School Colors day. I was actually surprised with the turnout.

Tuesday, April 5 was Twin Day. There weren’t that many twins and Steven forgot to be my twin. :(

Wednesday, April 6 was Wacky Tacky Day. Once again, I was surprised by the turnout. I was a little disappointed, though, that some people only felt the need to wear two different shoes and socks and barely qualified.

Thursday, April 7 is 70′s Day. I don’t think anybody will really participate because nobody has anything to wear from the 70′s.

Friday, April 8 will be Jersey Day. Probably will have an amazing turnout. I, personally, wasn’t in favor of this one because most people wear jerseys on Fridays anyway, but oh well…

So there you have it. The 2005 Spirit Week. I, personally wasn’t in favor of all of the days, but everyone else was, so we got them passed. That’s all for today, Mayfield. Now back to the studio. :tongue: (Just practicing for the news! I’m on again this morning, but I’m main anchoring, not Spirit Week anchoring).

~!dAnNy!~

hawtt like me

Today was absolutely beautiful. And I mean b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l!

The high today was 78 degrees, but I would say it was at least 85 degrees at one point. Plus, it was sunny and just gorgeous outside. Perfect playing outside weather.

So after I did my homework I hung around outside with Zach, Felicia, and Makeda and we swapped stories about school and stuff. It was really fun. Then we went to Food Lion and I got some seltzer water and Miss Allison solicited Domino’s jobs to all of the teenages working registers. :razz: It was fun! :grin:

And yeah basically that’s all that happened. Not much. I don’t know why I didn’t feel like posting today….oh well I’ll probably feel the urge again tomorro.w :)

~!dAnNy!~

pussy fight

As some of you already know, I am last second chair clarinet in band at school. Although it’s not exactly an “honorable” chair, I get my own stand, so who cares? The only bad thing about this seat is that I sit in front of the sucky trumpet section, who sucks and plays too loud, and I sit right next to the lastest two saxaphones.

Now these two kids never really got along. I dunno why. Maybe they were both racist towards eachother. Maybe they were just jerks. Maybe they just clashed. But they never got along.

Each day, they’re hate towards eachother grew and grew. It started out with stupid little looks and calling eachother immature names like buttface and idiot. Then they started playing footsies- not girl loves boy so girl kicks boy under desk footies, but break your foot footsies. And then, today it escelated.

They both took part in a little pussy fight. The one kid actually took the stand away from the other kid and turned his chair away from the other kid. He proceeded to memorizing his music so he could turn his music over while he was supposed to be playing and then play from memory. So now, the other kid (we’ll call him “V”), had to try to share a stand with two other people. He was reaching over them and pushing them over and just causing madness, while the other kid (“A”), was playing from memory. It finally resulted with V kicking A and then grabbing the stand back from A. He then turned the music over and kept to himself for the rest of class.

Now, boys and girls, although you may think that getting involved in pussy fights like this are only pissing off the other person in the fight, but you are in fact WRONG. It pisses off everybody around you and earns you a bad rep, plus it leaves you with bad karma. So, remember, NO MORE PUSSY FIGHTs!

~!dAnNy!~ :cool: