Man, I'm sick today. My face is all clogged up and I'm literally coughing up chunks of flem the size of ping pong balls. But other than that, some good things have happened.

Remember how I said me and some of my friends had been trying to get up on the roof? Well, after weeks of procrastinating we finally made it up on monday. We just hung up there all lunch period.

But then yesterday, I get to school and at lunch, I can't find any of my friends. I figured they were all absent, so I didn't think much of it. I tried to get into the auditorium to see if I could get on the roof, but every single entry was locked. Yeah, it still hadn't dawned on me what had happened.

Then when I was getting on the bus to go home, Matt walks out in front of me. I said, "Hey. Wait-where were you at lunch?"

"Yeah, we all got RPC'd for going on the roof in the morning."
"Sucks to be you! Later."

And that day I had tried to get to school earlier so I could go up. Karma, I guess.

And yesterday, I found 2 huge subs in the trash. There were some other speakers, but when I tried them, they were there for a reason. But the subs are great. and HUGE. Or maybe they're just really big speakers. If anyone reading this is an audio enthusiast, I'll be posting some pictures of them later. And if you're lucky, I'll put one of my flem-balls in there.

So until next time, Fuck the FCC!

Wait, didn't I already use that one? Fuck the...RIAA? Maybe I need a whole new catchphrase altogether. How about, "Same bat-time, Same bat-channel!"?. But I don't do this real methodically. Yeah I'll stick with what I've got.

EDIT: Damn! I did use that one!

I got home from school today, and I found this in the mail. See attached photo.

Did you actually look at it?

Oh come on, look at it!

Allright, the train leaves without you.

So last thanksgiving my dad invited his physical therapist. She's a real dizzy chick. So, we got to talking about music, and someone brought up an Aerosmith song. Just for the sake of arguement it was "Dream on". Ok, here goes.

Amanda: Man, I absolutely LOOOOOVE (seriously, thats how she talks) that song, uh..."Dream on". It rocks!

Physichal therapist(now reffered to as PR):  I think I've heard that before. Who sings it?

Amanda: I don't know...

Dad: That would be Aerosmith.

PT: Oh my god! I love Aerosmith! He has got a very beautiful voice.

(pause)

Dad: What did you just say?

Pt: I said Aerosmith has a really good voice.

Dad: Aerosmith is a band, not a singer.

(everyone laughs)

Me: (just being stupid) Yeah, it's like "Oh, hi. I'm Aerosmith Jones."

I didn't think it was that funny, but my dad started busting up. So about a week ago, I sent away for a JC Whitney catalog, and I put "Aerosmith Jones" as my name. You don't want the feds keeping track of you, do you?

So yeah that's it. Till next time, fuck the FCC!

That was the good one I was trying to think of last time. Kickass, huh?

Today...sucked. Not terribly, but the days only half through. Kinda.

Anyway, it was a gold day, and gold days always suck. P.E. (which normally blows, but was actually fun today), Computers, English, and Algebra. Algebra always makes me sad. Not the work as much as just being in that classroom. I don't why, but I feel like shit when I'm in that class. 

Oh, and the one good part of my day. At lunch, me and my friends found a way into the auditorium and went up on the catwalk. We thought we found an entrance to the roof, but it didn't open all the way. But that would have been cool.

So until next time, uh... hmm. I had a really good thing to put here, but I forgot it. So until next time...later.

Man, you know what would be cool? If I had a bisexual girlfriend. Think about it. We'd be like, sitting on a bench in a park, and a hot chick walks by. I'd say, like, "Whoah, check out her boobs" and she'd say sometyhing like "I'll say!". And then she'd be all, "Poop, you are so manly and well-hung" and I'd say, "Yeah I know. The ladies just can't keep there hands off me." Yeah..awesome.

Well, I'm bored. Till next time, stay off the drugs!

Yeah, That's all. Vive la revolucion.

Well I haven't gotten to the fair yet. I'm probably take a nap first(Yeah, I take naps. What of it?). I'm tired out of my mind. Anyways, here look at some of my personal photos.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/74066827@N00/popular-comments/

Thursday through tomarrow (Sunday) is "The Great Clark County Fair" And it is awesome!  So many boobies...

Well anyways, I was working at the ice cream parlor. I was forcably volunteered, just so you know. But when I was working, this fat kid comes up to buy an ice cream. The following is a transcript from that conversation.

Me: Hi, can I get you something?

Fat Kid: (softly) Uh...I'm looking at my choices.

Me: Excuse me?

FK: (still softly) Uh...I'm looking at my choices.

Me: Speak up, ya retard! (Of course, I'm paraphrasing here. I may have said something different)I don't know what your saying.

FK (Finally speaking just loud enough so I can hear) I'm looking at my choices.

Me: Well, let me know when you're ready, fagbag. (Again, I'm paraphrasing)

FK: (Many minutes later) Uh..when I uh... when I buy it in uh...a cup, am I buying by the scoop, or uh... or what?

Me: It's to the top kid.

FK: So not by the scoop?

Me: Yeah, a whole cup full.

FK: So It's like more then uh... one scoop uh... right?

Me: Jesus Christ, kid! Yeah! It's a whole cup!

(Right about know other people behind him are starting to get impatient)

FK: Uh...okay...I'll have... uh...cookies and cream.

Me:In a cup, I take it?

FK: Uh...yeah.

(So I go to get him his cup of cookies and cream ice cream, and accidentally fill it with chocolate chip. What's the difference, right? And I'm sure as hell not doing it over. That ice cream is a bitch to get out. So I give it to him, he takes it, he leaves. All is well. About 5 minutes later, he's back. He's onto me...)

FK: Uh...I ordered cookies and cream. This is clearly chocolate chip...uh...

(I'd been doing this all day, and this wasn't the first time I made the same mistake, but I'd usually apologize and offer to exchange it, and they'd be all, "No it's okay, I't'll get eaten" and everythings fine. Not this little fag...)

Me: Oh man, I'm sorry about that, you want me to exchange it?

FK: Uh...yes.

(Whoah! Where the hell did that come from?)

Me: Fine. Give me the cup, fuckface.

(So I take the cup back behind the partition. I'll be damned If I give this fucking Fucky Mc Fuckface a cup of cookies and cream. I can't give it to him. It's a psychological thing, I just can't do it. So, thinking on my feet, I decide to stick an oreo in there. But wait, an even better idea! I throw a slab of cookies and cream on top. The plot thickens...)

Me: Here you go, One cup of cookies and cream. I threw an oreo in there for your troubles.

FK: Thanks man!

Me: (Under my breath) Yeah, go fuck yourself...

(Not five minutes later, I see the kid coming back. I decide to sit this one out.)

Me: Jackie, I'm going on break.

Jackie: Mmmkay.

(The fat kid approaches the counter. My couleague Colleen handles his complaint.)

FK: Yeah, uh...I specifically asked for cookies and cream, this is clearly uh...chocolate chip with a slab of cookies and cream on it...

Yeah, that's it. What a retard huh?

Some other things that were said...

Jackie: Shouldn't you do something?

Me: You do not pay me enough.

Jackie: I'm not paying you at all!

Me: Exactly.

Dallin: Hey, there's Jaimie Tobiasson. Do you think she's hot?

Me: Meh, I'd do her.

(Dallin, Josh and Wes all laugh.)

Josh: Man, he says that to everybody.

Wes: (He's kinda a retard) Wait. Do you mean "Do it" or "Do her"?

Me: Do her. Do it. Do it with her. God you're retarded.

So that's the important happenings for today. Maybe I'll report tomarrow. Maybe...