Now More Happier.


Almost done...

4 day weekend...then I will be at school Tuesday for possibly a half day (I'm not really sure yet). Then I'm going to St. Louis for a week. Then I come back to 4 half days of school, followed by summer vacation. Hell to the yes. I really just don't want to deal with any of the normal social school crap anymore. Or the waking up before 8:00 thing. Hell, even the doing my hair in the morning is getting pretty tiresome...and it takes about 2 minutes.

I think the only thing making school tolerable, besides the fact that it's almost out, is that I've grown a lot closer to almost everyone. At the beginning of the year, there were quite a few people in my class I really didn't like. Now, I don't think I can think of more than one, and she's a stupid bitch who I do my best to ignore anyway. Those who I don't necessarily like, I can tolerate. I think it's makes dealing with school a lot easier when I'm not almost constantly pissed off.

A sort of random though came to me as I was typing that last school needs to do announcements earlier. They give me way too long to build up apathy and not really care about the Pledge of Allegiance, the moment of silence, or the announcements. They usually do them at the beginning of second period...for whatever reason. Maybe interrupting second period is better than interrupting first...or something. That's ARGS for you.



Apparently, it would take me 7 days to become Bubba's Bitch. I'm also worth 4 cartons of cigarettes and 3 porno mags.

I'm not really sure if that's good or bad.


A short story.

He glanced down at his hands. The glossy black armor that covered them shone brilliantly, and the reflection of the sun blinded him for a moment. The heat beat down upon him as he walked along the odd plains. The ground was a faded blue, the color of the skies at noon.

He resumed his steady pace, feeling momentarily guilty about having paused in his trek. He was assigned by the queen to scout this path, through many odd lands and over many arduous trails. He could not fathom the purpose, but he recognized he did not need to. He needed only to obey, and all would be fine.

In the distance, he noticed a short rise, beyond which was emptyness. He decided to follow the rise, as it seemed to be in a roughly straight line. The utter desolation of these plains was maddening, and he could well imagine one stuck here to be slowly driven insane. If the heat or lack of food did not kill them first.

Off in the distance, he noticed a warrior for the Red Kingdom. He briefly considered fighting, but his mission from the Queen overrode his personal wish for glory. He stopped again and stared at the other warrior, making sure he was not seen.

Suddenly, a giant ball of water landed on his counterpart, knocking him off his feet and creating a large pool around him.

In a moment, water was landing everywhere, creating a multitude of puddles over the plain.

Suddenly, he heard a faint roaring. Then a giant wall of water came rushing to meet him, sweeping him off his feet. As the water began to recede and he regained his bearings, another wall of water hit him, pushing him into a small crevice. A third came, sweeping him over an edge he had not seen.


He panted and spit out water, ceasing his swimming. He clung to the ladder, feeling much more tired than he should have. He noticed two ants walking along the edge of the pool, and splashed at them so that they wouldn't fall in. One refused to be swept away, so he splashed it again. It clung to a small crack in the deck of the pool, but the third splash dislodged it, sending it tumbling to the ground.


I have a new favorite word.

Lavation. Just say it out loud a couple times.


Sorry, no pseudo-title.

So...almost a week since the last edit. Life's been pretty hectic at school, but nothing particularly exciting's happening. We got our interims earlier this week, and all the teachers are finishing up. I've had to do a couple major projects and papers, but I've managed to not do much at home and still get them all finished. This Monday my tech class got a serious bitching out from the teacher. Turns out most of us didn't do any work at all this 9 weeks. Whoops. I finished the 4 and a half weeks of work in one class period though, so I'm good. I'm going to end up turning in the 9 program mega-project we have to do late though.

I've also realized I don't really care about gay marriage. It doesn't really effect me if they can't get married, and it doesn't really effect me if they can. Previously, I had been against it for religious reasons. Then I had a revelation. Basically, just because a judge says, "You're married. w00t." doesn't mean God agrees. Since I'm sure God can make good decisions for Himself, it's not really our job to say who gets legally married and who doesn't. conclusion: Religious marriage is the only one that really matters to me, God can make His own decisions, and gays may now be married.

I'm having more thoughts, but I'm also lazy and don't feel like typing. Maybe tomorrow.


Here's a short editorial about this story. Good Lord, this guy has balls of stainless fucking steel. And they're the size of coconuts.


Maybe you'd like to hear about something other than idiot Reservists and naked Iraqis. Maybe you'd like to hear about a real American, somebody who honored the uniform he wears.

Meet Brian Chontosh, Churchville-Chili Central School class of 1991. Proud graduate of the Rochester Institute of Technology. Husband and about-to-be father. First Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps. And a genuine hero.

The secretary of the Navy said so yesterday. At 29 Palms in California Brian Chontosh was presented with the Navy Cross, the second highest award for combat bravery the United States can bestow. That's a big deal.

But you won't see it on the network news tonight, and all you read in Brian's hometown newspaper was two paragraphs of nothing. Instead, it was more blather about some mental defective MPs who acted like animals. The odd fact about the American media in this war is that it's not covering the American military. The most plugged-in nation in the world is receiving virtually no true information about what its warriors are doing.

Oh, sure, there's a body count. We know how many Americans have fallen. And we see those same casket pictures day in and day out. And we're almost on a first-name basis with the pukes who abused the Iraqi prisoners. And we know all about improvised explosive devices and how we lost Fallujah and what Arab public-opinion polls say about us and how the world hates us. We get a non-stop feed of gloom and doom. But we don't hear about the heroes. The incredibly brave GIs who honorably do their duty. The ones our grandparents would have carried on their shoulders down Fifth Avenue. The ones we completely ignore. Like Brian Chontosh.

It was a year ago on the march into Baghdad. Brian Chontosh was a platoon leader rolling up Highway 1 in a humvee, when all hell broke loose. Ambush city. The young Marines were being cut to ribbons. Mortars, machine guns, rocket propelled grenades. And the kid out of Churchville was in charge. It was do or die and it was up to him. So he moved to the side of his column, looking for a way to lead his men to safety. As he tried to poke a hole through the Iraqi line his humvee came under direct enemy machine gun fire. It was fish in a barrel and the Marines were the fish. And Brian Chontosh gave the order to attack. He told his driver to floor the humvee directly at the machine gun emplacement that was firing at them. And he had the guy on top with the .50 cal unload on them. Within moments there were Iraqis slumped across the machine gun and Chontosh was still advancing, ordering his driver now to take the humvee directly into the Iraqi trench that was attacking his Marines. Over into the battlement the humvee went and out the door Brian Chontosh bailed, carrying an M16 and a Beretta and 228 years of Marine Corps pride. And he ran down the trench. With its mortars and riflemen, machine-guns and grenadiers. And he killed them all. He fought with the M16 until he was out of ammo. Then he fought with the Beretta until it was out of ammo. Then he picked up a dead man's AK47 and fought with that until it was out of ammo. Then he picked up another dead man's AK47 and fought with that until it was out of ammo. At one point he even fired a discarded Iraqi RPG into an enemy cluster, sending attackers flying with its grenade explosion. When he was done Brian Chontosh had cleared 200 yards of entrenched Iraqis from his platoon's flank. He had killed more than 20 and wounded at least as many more. But that's probably not how he would tell it. He would probably merely say that his Marines were in trouble, and he got them out of trouble. Hoo-ah, and drive on.

"By his outstanding display of decisive leadership, unlimited courage in the face of heavy enemy fire, and utmost devotion to duty, 1st Lt Chontosh reflected great credit upon himself and upheld the highest traditions of the Marine Corps and the United States Naval Service."

That's what the citation says. And that's what nobody will hear. That's what doesn't seem to be making the evening news. Accounts of American valor are dismissed by the press as propaganda, yet accounts of American difficulties are heralded as objectivity. It makes you wonder if the role of the media is to inform, or to depress - to report or to deride. To tell the truth, or to feed us lies.

But I guess it doesn't matter. We're going to turn out all right. As long as men like Brian Chontosh wear our uniform.

- by Bob Lonsberry C 2004


Branching out.

I introduced a friend to a band called Joy Division the other day. My brother introduced me to them last year when he lived here, and they're pretty decent. You should probably listen to them. Anyway, he likes the song Love Will Tear Us Apart. It's fairly good, pretty emotional. So now my friend's got me listening to The Smiths. They're also pretty good.

Ugh, I swear I'll slit my wrists if I become an emo boy.

Tunnel Vision, anyone?

I hardly ever write about things here right after they happen (exception being the post below this one) because I don't want what I'm feeling at the time to get in the way. I want to be able to calmly, detachedly look at what happened and not care. I also want to formulate what I'm writing, which is more a process of thinking about something once in awhile, defining what I feel and what I want to say.

That said, these comments still baffle me. In geometry (you'll find a lot of posts are stories about stupid things that happen in that class, but I digress), someone was talking about how their friend is going to go have dinner with the President. They're explaining that the friend donated a lot of money to a scholarship organisation, and Bush is having them over as a thank you. That's pretty cool in my book. Anyway, another person says something like, "Why is he even having dinner with people?" This is baffling. This isn't World War II, when we needed to conserve everything we could in order to be successful. I believe the Iraqi war is important, probably one of the more important things going on at the moment. It's success (or lack there-of), and how either side spins it will probably determine who our next leader is. However, it is not so important that government business should stop. It is not so important that our President should cease having dinner with people. To say something like this takes such an amazingly hard left bend that I believe it defies physics. It also takes a significant lack of thought, which goes hand in hand with extremism of any sort.

The other baffling comment is "You should get her to ask him if he knows he's RUINING THE WORLD." This is where the title comes from. Not only is it a significant display of tunnel vision, it's miopic as well. I think this comment takes such a hard bend, it actually becomes a black hole of liberalness. Like Bush or not, to say that he is "RUINING THE WORLD" is fallacy. Bush's main focus is the Middle East, particularly Iraq and Afghanistan. These are hardly the world. The US, under Bush, donated billions to African governments to help in their fight against AIDS. The US, under Bush, is seeking to end the threat of terrorism. How effective his tactics will be remains to be seen...though as a good little Conservative, I feel they will be.

I've noticed I'm bad with endings. It seems to me that I never completely let the subject go, but simply stop. Like a literary car hitting the brick wall called Publish Post. I'll have to work on that.


Serious post ahead.

I was sort of thinking about typing this up but not publishing it, because it's fairly personal, and I'm not an open sort of person, but I decided I really didn't feel like writing and then not posting it.

I'm starting to think (and care) about how I present myself to people I see on an almost daily basis. In other words, what my classmates think about me. I think of their expectations, and how I'm not the biggest asshole, but it's me they think of when they hear the word. In all fairness, it's my fault. For the first three quarters of the year, and almost all of last year (once the newness wore off a little), my goal in life was to have fun. My mindset was "I'm in high school, I'm here to learn and have fun, not coddle your poow widdwe feewings."

For no particular reason, I realised how fucked up that is today. Like a sudden flash of introspective enlightenment.

So now I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever find the person that's 'right' for me. If I'll ever do any of the normal High School relationship stuff. If I'll ever find someone who's capable of understanding when I'm joking and can joke back. Someone who isn't subservient, who won't change simply to fit what they see me as, but someone who won't try to change me and isn't domineering. Someone who's decent looking (so I'm a little shallow). Most importantly, someone who isn't crazy. Crazy is bad.


Alright, I know I'm a geek. Why? Because I really want one of these. I mean, come on. How cool would it be to have a wooden computer?

Really, really cool.


Pool cleaning.

Holy crap. No, really. Holy crap. Cleaning a pool with a years worth of leaves and pollen in it sucks. We (my dad and I) spent about an hour mowing the lawn and doing other sorts of yard work, then rested for half an hour and went to work on the pool. He stood inside and shoveled leaves into a bucket, which I went to dump in a compost heap. After about an hour of that, we had to get the cover out of the pool so that the water can be pumped out. 20 minutes of touching stinky, slimy plastic is not fun. At all. At least I'll get to go swimming eventually, and hopefully the water won't be nasty and green most of the year like it was last year.

On another, more pleasant note, I've been playing the Halo Demo for the PC. It's nowhere near as cool as the XBox version, but that's OK because I can do something besides play the campaign. The graphics aren't anywhere near as good, and the people are stupid, but it's better than nothing.


F-ed in the A.

That's the phrase that kept repeating itself over and over in my head as I took the Chemistry SoL. The obvious pun didn't even make an appearance. The chemistry SoL is so much harder than the biology one I took last year that it's rediculous. How do you go from "Which of these animals is native to Virginia? [A: Camel, B: Armadillo, C: Giraffe, D: Squirrel]" to "In the formula 2H2SO4 + 2H20 ----> 2SO4 + 2H20, how many moles of 2H2SO4 will produce 10 L of water?" Seriously, the person who made this test needs to be hit in the head with a baseball bat. The plus side is that I'm taking Chemistry next year for college credit, and I'll be able to retake the SoL if I didn't do too well on it, next time knowing more (hopefully) than I do at this point in time.

Fortunately for me, taking the Chemistry SoL means that I get to take the History one on Friday...after hearing about it from friends today. Go me.


Going into school late kicks ass. It's almost 11, I'm not leaving for about another hour. This is because of SoL week, and me not having any SoLs today. Sitting here at home in front of the computer is 50 times better than sitting in a classroom at school for 3 hours.

I finally beat Halo today (pretty sad, I know). I've had the game for about a year, but never have had a sustained interest in video games, especially really long ones like Halo. I think this stems from me not commiting to things very well. Anyway, you know a video game is good, when after you beat it you do two things: You look back and say 'Holy crap.' and you feel weak. I did both of these.

I'm going to add a new button for Mozilla FireFox in a second. It's like Internet Explorer, but better. It has tabbed browsing (allows you to go to more than one website in the same window at once), themes, add-ons, pop-up and add-blocking and more. Oh, and it's free. Go get it.


I went to a birthday party for my friend last night, which was pretty cool. We played Halo for awhile...I think I wracked up about an hour and a half of actual playtime. We also played a sort-of game of capture the flag and I played some pool and foozball. The only bad thing was that it was out in Surrey, which is the actual middle of nowhere.

On a completely different note, I felt like moving around and doing something tonight, so I went out and tried to ride my bike. It was dark and raining, which was actually pretty cool. It wasn't too cold, and it had the makings of fun. I rode the bike around the block once, but noticed it was pretty hard to keep at a decent speed, so I pulled back into my driveway to pump up the tires. The first one I got filled up pretty well, but the second one had a giant hole. I was pissed. Of course, tires don't cost much, but replacing a back tire innertube is a pain in the ass.