Hola, amigos, it's time for us to habla fucking espaniol. Today's el topico is very non-specifico, and amigos, I hope you realize it's going to stay that way.

Following my summary of Jerry's not-so-plight, I think I can offer my opinion.

If Kovacs is mad, she might as well have a stroke and die, because it's completely unfounded. Why do you need to keep students "under supervision" for the few hours of the winter "surprise" party? Please don't offer that 300-minute bullshit. Nobody cares. Look at, say, Centennial. They get out an hour earlier than we do, their lunch breaks are longer, and is the state ramming anything up their ass? No, they are not. Nobody cares, as long as you don't draw attention. And besides, the party doesn't really involve academics... there's no point in staying. I can see that from a administrative point of view, seeing students go anywhere they please is a troubling sight, but look at it like this: if you are going to try to enforce yourself, you are just asking to be ditched at every turn.

Casey put it aptly when she said she thought this blog had died. That was true, but now that I increasingly have little to do, I find myself in a better position to vent my inner soul. Ring the bells, ma, dinner is served.

One last thing, for your enjoyment.

I am a pretentious old hag,
My name is Kovacs, Kovacs I am.
Hello student, good day to you,
Perchance do you know a "Sam?"

Why yes I do, good Kovacs, ma'am.
In fact I know him well, lots I can tell.
But please do not pretend,
His real name we have not put to an end.

True, young one, you are not a fool.
But by FERPA we must abide,
If we are to appear "cool."
Now, let's put pretense aside.

Would you like some green lies and sham?
In an office, or in a tram,
Tell me what you know
about why Jerry was a no show.

I would not like some green lies and sham, no ma'am.
Not in your office, or in a dam.
I was in the crowd
while you shouted so loud.

Please do not fuck,
with me you cannot lie, I affirm.
Your eyes are full of muck
Or is that my sperm?

Kovacs, I insist, I was not a truant.
I was present to sing Totoro and rap,
in my Japanese I was perfectly fluent.
In the lockers, I merely took a nap.

If you are so stubborn, you may leave in his stead,
but be warned, and tell Jerry:
If Tomek is nice and gives me head,
Your asses I will have, and it will be merry.

I tried to switch the blog to xanga.com, but the whole thing is bullshit, and they didn't let me use my own custom html code. So screw them, I'll take my personality over a pretty picture and chats anyday. But that't not why I came here to post. Oh no siree, it was not.

The subject of today's post, is incidentally, today. The end of our 2003 junior year. God bless, amen. Classes were shortened, a little humorous switch of the Mr./Ms. Universe donations was done, and a party was to be held at 1:30. It should've been fun, right? Yeah, sure. I spent the morning deciding on how to ditch it this year.
But a little background info. I've ditched it once before, sophomore year. Back then it was a simple task, all it required was going right instead of left out of the north entrance. Nobody saw me. The simplicity was dumbfounding.
This year was different. This time, I had to go out of the south doors, the ones closest to Uni gym and most heavily monitored by the faculty. Trouble was abound. Jerry and Ben were secure, merely having to not arrive after PE. I was troubled as soon as the lights went out to signify the end. The madrigals came down, and I was worried. It was now or never. I tried to hang out in the bathroom until everybody left, but Mr. Smith came in, and in order to keep up my cover of innocence, I had to leave. It seemed as if I was doomed to attend the party. I entered the gym with Barr.
But here is where this story takes a twist. I was not done yet. In one last attempt, I slipped out to the doors and simply left. It was that easy, or so I thought. Barr's account later on reveals that Mr. Russel was 30 seconds behind me when I turned the corner to DCL, our agreed meeting spot. It was closer than I had thought.
I met with Max, Jerry, Ben, and Yuki in DCL. We went bowling, for lack of anything better to do. The bowling was funnier than most of our normal conversations, but I don't feel like describing it. Near the end of our second game, Barr, Kirill, and Yang burst into the alley. Their panting suggested either sex or something important. It turned out to be the latter.
Apparently, by treachery of Tomek, the donations had been switched BACK, and by virtue of murphy's law jerry had not been there at the crucial moment to recieve his prize. Kovaks, according to the three, was furious. Jerry, however, had become somewhat of a hero/martyr. A small price to pay, I suppose.

... it's one o'clock. I have more to say, but that will come later.

One day left.

One short day.

Bring it on.

Being highly bored and not at the least bit tired has led to me posting again in the same day. Isn't that FABULOUS? Doesn't it make you jump for joy? Bowl for spagetti sauce? Even WAIL IN PLEASURE? If it isn't painfully obvious that I am not at full mental capacity at the moment, I will do my best to prove it in the next few minutes.

AIM is boring. The people that I actually enjoy talking to (Jerry, Lily, and sometimes Barr) are never active when I am. It's all so shitty, it makes me wonder as to why I even bother signing on every day. So I can put up an away message that says, "I'm not here," when I really am, but I just don't want to talk to people like Kirill, or Mia? It's terrible! And don't get me started about group blogs! The last time I've actually seen meaning in posting to them was a month ago. They have a half-life inversely proportional to the number of people on them. Take Captain Planet as an example. There are masses of people on it, including Kinzie. It hasn't been posted to since... well, since. I have another example, but that one's just embarrassing. I won't even bother. One more thing, while I'm on the subject of popular things that just suck. iPods. They have become this fad at Uni, the only school with people rich and anally-retentive enough to actually want them. I've seen Robert Boyce, Nick, Kyle, a subbie, Tomek, and Ariel attatched to them. It sickens me. Maybe the iPod IS a good mp3 player, but don't just get them because they cost a lot and have proportionately less storage space. I've seen better looking players with more space for less money. They all play mp3's. Why pay more?

I think that's enough for now.

***Unimportant Tidbit of the Day!***

Shout outs are now up, so enjoy.

And reminder of the day: For every animal you don't eat, I'm going to eat three! (mantra courtesy of Maddox, link on the right)

Posting on a daily basis is something I'll try to keep up, but only if I can be supplied with a healthy flow of good things to talk about everyday. Today is not an exception.

On a rather sensitive note, Jerry apparently discovered a lump on his testicle, and was at the doctor's for an hour during the morning. We discussed the possibility of cancer, and eventually decided to send him a "get well" candygram. I suppose that, if Jerry's reading this right now, the secret is out. Heh... uhm, yeah. As Barr said, if you really do have cancer, we MAY feel bad.

Anything else? Uh, the "Unitrix," as it is now called, is going along somewhat, though like Ben Sands' situation, we are in need of a camera. Pity...

I was planning on doing a scene here, but I'll save it for later.

Henry and Aggie beat me. I'm not surprised.

I trounced "the posse," to my knowledge. Very surprised.

Why am I calling it the posse? It's Ben's name, by rights we should all decide on a suitable name, much like the dc seniors have done for themselves. The gang? No, too used. Highriders? Strikes a tone, but sounds... I dunno. Whatever. I'm in no mood for creativity. Ben can call it the posse all he likes, but until we all agree I think we should just stick to "us," or "we."

hm... I found out that Lily's got Verizon, so I can text message her, at least. That makes one more cellphone function I can actually use. pfeh.

I look at others' blogs, notably Jerry's and Ben's, and I see flowing paragraphs? What the fuck is this? I can't possibly rant myself out for about a page of size 10 Times New Roman, much less produce no more than a few short, punctuated paragraphs every week. You've probably noticed that I'm making an effort right now to expand my crude 10 oclock thoughts into something I only do for history and english assignments. Nor, I think, will anyone come up to me tomorrow or wednesday and say, "Dan! That was SUCH a funny post! I know, let's go out on a date! I'm open all week, nudge nudge." I think this whole blogger thing was started by myself accidentally, and got turned into a Uni-wide fad. But maybe I'm giving myself too much credit. It might have started amongst others, too. But it DID conspicuously start up in sophomore year, so meh.

Allison (D.) had a wonderful movie idea, which she hopes can be done for AVC's next festival (where have I seen this idae before? Hm... gay baby?). It's a matrix spoof, with us butchering the characters with our own characters. Kirill is neo, I'm the keymaker, Yang is seraph, Scoobs is the oracle... tomek is tentatively Smith. SO I've come up with a scene:

-Tomek walks in, birds fly off-
T: "Mr. Lagoutchev, surprised to see me?"
Kirill: "Nah, just dissapointed."
T: "Then you must feel it. Our connection. I don't know how it happened, something got cut off, put on, transgendered... all I know is that I'm a new man, so to speak."
K: "Congratulations."
T: "Fuck you. Now, as I was saying,... we're here not because we're free. We're here because we're not free. There's no helping it, the sense of being trapped, confined to your own sex..."
K: "That might just be you."
T: "Yeah maybe. Anyways, we're here because of our tomexuality."
T-2: "It is tomexuality that drives us."
T-3: It is tomextuality that binds us."
T-N: "That grinds us."
: "That finds us."
: "And rapes us into the dirt!"
T: "We are here bacause of you, Mr. Lagoutchev, we're here to take from you what you took from us..."
-Hand shoots out, enters Kirill
T: "Sexuality..."
---Fight scene