Generations

My grandparents are over. This is... disconcerting. My grandparents and I have literally nothing in common. Really. There's nothing. It probably doesn't help that I suck at small-talk, but its easier to talk when there are things to talk about.

I hate Christmas. Call me Scrooge, if you will, but I honestly can't stand the damn holiday. Guilted gift-giving and false cheer turned real by spiked eggnog. Perhaps that's me just being cynical, but that's all the holidays I've experienced. I hate giving gifts. I'm always broke because all the books I buy, and any gifts I can make seem cheap and ridiculous. More often than not, I'll give away a particularly newish book that I might not have enjoyed. See? See? I hate gift-giving.

Screw giving people stuff they don't even really want. I'm better off with excuses or food.

~DJ

King of the Old Ones

I wonder if this would be Cthulhu? He's suppode to be the greatest and most powerful of the Old Ones. This sounds like the King of the Old Ones.

I wonder if we'll have any chance once they rise. No chance? Fat chance. We're fucked. These are the fuckin' Old Ones. We're doomed. Who will resurrect them? Not I. I admire them, undoubtedly. Fear them, absolutely. Want to resurrect them? Hell no.

I need a bunker to live in. This world is a scary, scary place.

~DJ~

Which is the Lesser Evil?

A vital question that has been on my mind for a while: Which of these is the greater evil, addiction to a sleeping pill, or a bizarre and unpredictable sleeping pattern? Comment with an opinion, as long as it's not ridiculous.
~DJ

Addiction

For the record, I am addicted to Mountain Dew. I was an addict in sixth grade and had to quit. My mother made me. She apparently thought I was allergic to caffiene. ALLERGiC! I am not allergic to caffiene, no matter the evidence against me.
Until I came to RLA, there was no where I could buy Mountain Dew. My skool banned the stuff. My mother banned the stuff. But I don't have to deal with that anymore, because I can get it at skool now!! Sure, I'm addicted. But it's not like its a particularly harmful addiction to have. There are worse.
~DJ

Do the Dew

I like Mountain Dew. How stereoptypical is that? I spend almost all my waking hours on a computer in one way or another, and I'm addicted to Mountain Dew. How horribly stereotypical is that?? I'm such a loser to even be thinking of this.
~DJ

Laundry.

I hate doing my laundry. Wanna know what I hate worse? (Don't actually answer.) My mother doing my laundry. And that is why I do laundry at two in the morning, when eerybody else is asleep. For added weirdness, I hang up all my clothing, and only on white or black hangers. OCD jokes, ripe for the picking here folks!
Seriously, though, ODC people should be kinda respected. They find ways to act normal even if that salt shaker isn't where it's supposed to be or they're going crazy trying not to count stuff. I respect OCD people. Especially the germ-phobics. How do they get through a day??
~DJ

Flat Earth Society

There is a society in the world that believes that the world is flat. Like a pancake. These people are amazing. I will join their order. The Earth must be flat. We would fall off otherwise. Gravity? Don't make me laugh. Isaac Newton was a nut! He poked himself with a needle in the eye.
And thus, the Earth must be flat. There's evidence at The Flat Earth Society.
~DJ

Japanese

God, I wish I could learn Japanese more easily. WHY DO I STRUGGLE WITH IT SO??? I fail at languages. Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail Fail. I FAIL AT LANGUAGES!!! WHY DO I FAIL SO???
I dunno. Maybe I'm just a goddamn loser like I always suspected. I don't deserve to even try to go to Japan. Fail Fail Fail. I'm gonna go read blogs.
~DJ

Nothing Feels Good

It's late at night when the philosophical thoughts come. Strange? I don't know. I don't care.

Amazingness in a web page

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RLA and Violence

Apparently, everybody at RLA is obsessed with violence and crackes skulls--Chad and Chenoa's movie on child abuse and now Colby's presentation on domestic violence--WHAT IS WRONG WITH US??
I don't really mean it, there's nothing wrong with us. We're as normal as the repressed kids at West Valley, except we're not repressed. Or at least, most of us. Some of us. At least three of us. Maybe three of us. Allow me to rephrase: We're not as repressed. Every human is obsessed with violence and death and what comes after--it's why churches are so popular dispite glaring holes in doctrine-- and there's no way to let it out. We're all prisoners to our raw emotions, no matter how far anti-civilizations--for how can capitalism possibly be considered civil?-- has come or will go.

~DJ

Ned vs Cthulhu

Why is Ned so Anti-Cthulhu?? He's coming anyway, why not vote him president?? He's got answers for the big questions, same as any other candidate. HOW ELSE AM I GOING TO LIVE LONGER THAN ANYONE THAN BY VOTING CTHULHU FOR PRESIDENT OF THE FREE WORLD???
~DJ

Whiny EMO kids

Following Buggle's blog post on cutting (here) I'd like to follow-up with --

Most of the EMO kids who cut are whiners anyway. My response to whiny EMO kids is to take some goddamn drugs. Kill yourself already. If its' attention you're after, act like an idiot, like everyone else.
~DJ

Day Three Beginning

Day Three has begun and we've got at least three addicts, myself included.

I brought chocolate spoons today. They're very nice. And I think I did a good job... I think I did. I probably failed.

Horror is mah life.

I think I am addicted to podcasts--screw blogging, I can't get enough podcasts, specifically short story podcasts. If you're into that sort of thing, check out Pseudopod. It's a horror podcast that got me started.
What? No. I don't need help. I can stop whenever I want. Sleep? Who needs sleep anyway?? AHHH, OH GOD, LOOK OUT!! THERE'S... OH GOD. ZOMBIE! TROLL! AND... and... What the hell is that??

I can stop whenever I want. Really. I just don't want to now.
~DJ

VOTE CTHULHU FOR PRESIDENT '08!!

It's day two of project blogosphere here at RiverCity Leadership Academy. Usamah's already posted a nonsense blog and Brandon's clearly already addicted. Ned's got Blog Assignments, and he's already responded. ADDICTION, BRANDON. IT'S AN ADDICTION. GET HELP. I jest. I think.
Joel joined too. It'll be interesting to see whether he ever blogs. Ned should get the Google Chat up and running so we can talk. [hint, hint]
~DJ

I wonder how much the corner's going to be blogging today. I suspect more than we should.  On the plus side, I might finally get around to doing this as much a I should.

English Credit

I don't need anymore, but it's useful to have. Apparently, we'll get English credit for correctly spelled (and grammatically correct) blogs. Ned's gonna have to let up on my spelling of skool. It's an inside joke with an old friend AND I REFUSE TO RELINQUISH MY INSIDE JOKES.
On a different note, I only use caps lock when I really mean something. Remember that, damn it. REMEMBER THAT OR I WILL RIP OUT YOUR SPLEEN!! haha. I jest. Not really. Everybody's spleen already belongs to me. All your spleens are belong to me.
Everybody--namely, Usamah, Brandon, and Bryce-- are acting like their usual idiot selves (See DJ Scythe's Field Guide for Stupid People . It doesn't include how to keep them isolated, for now, I'm still looking into that.) It's quite distracting, and I'm sure that Aaron would agree. Does anyone here drink anything else but Mountain Dew? Okay, I take that back. I'm too much of a hypocrit as it is, and I'm addicted to Mountain Dew.
Now Usamah is tasting the 100% Pain hot sauce. Surprisingly, he didn't spaz out, but he had a half-gallon of milk right on his desk. Haha.
~DJ

Laziness

There's no excuse. I'm just plain lazy. I have not written. Typed. Whatever. Screw you. I AM LAZY. STOP BEING SILLY. I AM LAZY AND THAT IS NOT GOING TO CHANGE.
Anyways, all the kids near me are blogging about hot sauce on the skool's blog --www.rivercityleadershipacademy.blogspot.com-- The sauce was called '100% Pain' and it was highly entertaining to watch them all have a taste. Highly entertaining. They could have their own act in a circus, I'm sure. Henry has a way of bringing out the stupid of the people around him. It almost makes it worth having lost the corner desk [insert tear here.].
In any case, I'm joining the campaign for Cthulhu's presidency. He deserves it, and we're all gonna die anyway. Check out the campaign at, cthulhu.org. Some good 'Old One' based stuff at cthulhulives.org. Wonder where I find this crap? My favourite podcast in the world, Pseudopod. I love their stuff.
I might even try to write something for them. I'm not usually so good at the horror--I censor myself too much. Maybe something to do with faeries? People down-play their viciousness too much. They're cruel, cruel beings. Oh well.
~Dj~

I just spend four days camping with RLA, and another day recovering from spending four days camping with RLA. I also started a field guide for My Universe, so I don't forget anything. Keeping it all straight in my head was getting to hard. 
Anyway, I think on Tuesday, I'll be settling down to start working on my alchemy flash game, which is going to be a pain in the ass, but something I'll need to do sooner or later. 
By the way... in the book 'Alice In Wonderland,' do we ever find out Alice's last name? I want to know, but I have too much to read otherwise to go over 'Alice in Wonderland,' and 'Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There'.
~DJ~

Sorry I haven't written lately, and I'm only doing it now because I'm gonna be gone this week--camp, you know. I've been busy listening to Pseudopod (I bet I spelled that wrong) and it's sister podcast, Escape Pod. They're both short stories, one horror and the other, science fiction. I love both the genres, although Pseudopod keeps me up at night. 
Ta-
~DJ

Religion is dumb.

Puppy Scratches

I hate writing thank-you notes. It's almost impossible to tell somebody 'thank you' without actually saying 'thank you.' In case you're wondering, it's against my policy to say such definite things as 'thank you.' Real bad. Easier to say 'you're so kind,' or some such nonsense.
And now for something completely different-- pulling weeds sucks. It's boring, and mind-boggling, especially when God debates show themselves. 'Only at RiverCity,' as they say. 'They' being almost all of RLA.

~DJ~

La la la... I've become a little addicted to podcasts. Horror podcasts, to be precise. Is it any surprise I feel a need to leave the light on at night? I'm frightened of homunculi. By the way, irrational is practically my middle name. 
In case you don't know, homunculi are beings made by human hands. I guess you could say clones are homunculi? I'm not sure.  
Goddammit. My dog is on my bed, so I can't go to bed. Stupid dog is taking the whole freaking bed. This must be why I usually keep my goddamn door closed all the time. But, I digress. Hell, it's not like I'd be sleeping anyway. Stupid wierd sleeping habits. 
Oh, right. My birthday was yesterday--the day before, sorry-- so now I'm fifteen. I can get my permit!!
~DJ~

Playing Legend of Zelda and listening to horror podcasts is not the way to spend an evening. It freaked me out bad. Fighting beasties and hearing about the same...? *shiver*

~DJ~

So Ned keeps talking about going to Japan, and he's waking up the Traveling Madness in me. I want to get into a freaking car and drive off. I don't care where. -_-
In any case, I'm tired. I slept all yesterday and I'm tired. I drank three Mountain Dews and I am fricking tired.

Sleepily yours, 
~DJ~ 

I'm so tired. I really hate insomnia at times like these. Can't it strike at convientent times like Friday (or this week Thursday) ?? The gods muct hate me.

Maybe I'll take care of it more now. 

Insomniac

This is the problem with every blog I've ever done. I end up not using it. I am so lazy.

Maybe I'm not lazy, though. Maybe my lack of sleep leaves me lethargic and it's mistaken for laziness. See? It's not my fault.

~DJ Scythe~

Trips to Cali

So me and Aly are going to San Jose, California this weekend to go see Bree and get a little 'On the Road' out of our blood. Honestly, the book makes you want to hop into a car and drive until you run out of steam. Plus, I've never been to California. I'm planning on going somewhere there for college, but that's about it... um...
Blarg, I hate not telling my parents the truth, but I'm not lying to my dad--I really am going to go spend the weekend with Aly. Not necessarily in this state, but that's pointless minutia, right? Right... Any way, I'm bringing Lucy (my computer) with me, and I expect to have a lot of fun on a trip without my parents.
A prep trip for mine and Paul's.
When we both get our liscenses, we're going to go down the West Coast on a college hunt, so we can figure out what we want... That'll be around this summer some time. It's amazing that my calendar is filling up and I remain the least social person at RLA, excepting Henry.

~DJ Scythe~

Middle of the Moron Mines.

So, I spent my whole weekend playing Twilight Princess, and thought I probably shouldn't of, I defintely got in more than three hours. This means my hands were stone cold and I'm afraid I ruined another controller from the cold sweat. Blarg. Either way, I got out of the Goron mines (Goron rhymes with moron--I'm genius) and even got the last of the Tears of Light or whatever. Who honestly cares, though?
I walked into skool today and found out that not only is is Monday, but it's also Picture Day. This day sucks. Blarg, Monday sucks.
I view Monday as a sentient person whose goal in life is to make everybody miserable. On purpose! He would make an excellent malevolent character in a book. (See: Mister Monday, Garth Nix)

Anyway, he'll probably be out to kill me now that the whole internet knows he's out to get us.
~DJ Scythe~

Blog One. Special.

So Ned thought it would make sense to get a free blog, and I guess it does. So here I am.... Um... Awkward. No, not you, Awkward.

Dun. Dun. Dun.... er... I probably shouldn't be doing this. I haven't finished my paper on blood. I'm maybe a fourth through. And I have to read to page one hundred and nine in 'On the Road' by Jack Kerouak. I hate spelling that name, by the way. Kerouak. Bleh. In any case, I have at least twenty books to read plus the ones at the Argonne Library I need to pick up. And Pan's Labyrinth.
A friend and I, Skye, are gonna watch it. But first I need to go get it... bleh... I feel overworked. But if that's what it takes to get into USC, or any other really good college, so be it. I wonder if West Valley has a SAT prep course... I know they say colleges look at those less now, but that still means they look at the scores, right....?

Frantically yours,
DJ Scythe