The Adventures of Carl and Arnold

Hot Karl and Swank productions collide...

There once was a Emo named Arnold. Arnold was pink. Arnold had a friend named Carl. Carl was hardcore. One day Carl and Arnold were rocking out in Arnolds basement when Arnold told Carl. “I cut my wrists” So Carl and Arnold wrote a song and cried together.


see for yourself.

Yoshimi! We need you!

When Robots Attack
Lock up your children!
The human race is under attack!

Happy Friday the 13th

Hello friends. Enjoying your three day weekend? I slept until 11 and then for about three hours did absolutely nothing but cleaning and cooking. Then, I ran out of things to do. So I decided to relax. So While I was drinking tea, cuddling with my blanket, listening to Iron and Wine and The Decemberists, I was musing about life and I glanced at the calander on my wall and asked myself. "Where did the whole evil 13 thing come from." So, I decided to do some reasearch. What the hell, I had nothing else to do, so why not learn something. So I found out that the superstition is believed to be fading, but it has deep roots in both Christian and pagan culture.

Many Christians have believed for a long time that Friday was unlucky because it was the day of the week when Jesus was crucified. (I sure as hell like Fridays) The number 13 is thought to be bad luck because there were 13 people at The Last Supper.

Then it was During the Middle Ages that the superstition grew.

"On Friday, October 13, 1307, King Philip IV of France ordered the arrests of Jaques de Molay, Grand Master of the Knights Templars and sixty of his senior knights in Paris. Thousands of others were arrested elsewhere in the country."

This Kind then used torture techniques to get the Templars to "confess" to doing something wrong, most were eventually executed and sympathizers of the Templars then condemned Friday the 13th as an evil day.


So after satisfying my curiosity, I got bored out of my mine. Nobody was on msn so I began searching for tour dates of my favorite bands. Nothing. Then I searched online stores for the winter formal. Once again. Nothing. So I became bored out of my mind. It almost drove me to tears because my parents went to the bar, leaving me at home with nothing to do, and three different friends called asking to do something and I couldn't go because I didn't have a ride. I needed socialization. I had only went out once the week before and not many people were uptown so I haven't been with my other friends for about a month now. It's driving me insane. I hate being so far away and not having a job or liscence or car. I hate getting money from my parents when I know I could be making my own, but in Pella, getting a job is hard when Fareway is full. I could be a waitress at George's on Saturday and Sunday, but I wouldn't get enough money or hours with that. My only job offer left is at the meat locker..but I'd rather not clean up blood for a job. Plus, That would be walking over in the dark every night to this smelly place to clean up with a bunch of creepy hicks. Just not up to that.
I just want to get out of the house!
Right now, sleep sounds good.
So goodnight.
and remember
never walk under ladders ^_-

Nerd Proliferator

Make Yourself a Nerd!

I found this on digg.
Mine are so cute!

Embarassment and Dissapointment

Have you ever had an overwhelming feeling of failure? A feeling that makes you hate yourself and brings a huge dissapointment. This is how I felt after getting the results back from my Physics and Math test. Physics, I managed to pass...barely...but... math, I managed to fail. I am 1 of the 28 kids that flunked it...i mean, i guess i fell better thinking i am not a minority, but i still hate myself for it.
I didn't understanding it, and I had no study halls to get a tutor, so i've been kind of in a rut. I regret not retaking Math 1. But, I guess I do have hope for myself. I understand the new material, and have raised from a D to a C+ in the class itself. So i'm getting there, but still. Physics is a bitch too. I am an extremely aural and visual type learner, and i need lots of examples and such. So physics is tough when all we have is to read and have a juvenille try and explain it! So that gives me my second class of hell.
Before, I was a straight A student. In Every class I had an A. I was an overaccheiver. Now, in highschool, Im good in history, and the only thing I accel in is Art and English. Those are also the only things that matter anymore. I've decided to go to an art school and haven't been as motivated in anything other than that anymore. I makes me feel low. I used to be over average..now with two A's three B's and two C's...im average. I'm trying to accept it, because i've tried so hard to work up to where I was, but seriously...I don't think it's there anymore. I think my potential has dropped.
The really hard thing is, having people who I used to help out...come to me...and ask for help, when I can't offer it. I'm in the same situation as them now. It sucks. Maybe my study hall this semester will help me. I may bring myself to get a tutor (even though i usually do better with people i know well because if not... i get angry with them easier). Or maybe a friend could help me. I just need to get back into the game. All i can seem to do anymore is write poetry and doodle in classes. Dreaming of mars and the ocean. Two things i want to visit someday.
For now, i shall rest my weary head.
And continue my dreams of far away lands
goodnight

2006

Welcome to 2006 friends.
Another year has passed. I graduate in 2009. Thats only three years! It's odd how fast life is moving. After watching the ball drop and having a glass of champagne my family went to bed while I stayed up and watched fifth element for the umpteenth time this week. After that I began to muse over the last year, and began to think of things I felt I had to accomplish in the year of 2006. This included finishing my book which will take this whole year, possibly more, and getting my liscence, a job, and a 4.0.
and of course without a doubt, I need to see Flaming Lips play.

Another thing about 2006, is all of a sudden, Everyone is saying that 2005 was full of disasters. I really don't know what to think of this. They didn't say anything before. Now, they decide they should complain.
I guess I'll just let fate take care of this new year.

For now, I'm going to bed.
We have two more weeks of a semester to attend to tommorow.
Goodnight.