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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2004
10:09 pm
I don't know why the hell I'm doing this either, Betsy
BODY
1. What do you most like about your body? my eyes cuz they're green
2. And least? my non-existant six-pack, hence, stomach area
3. How many fillings do you have? 0
4. Do you think you're good looking? I'm ugly.
5. Do other people often tell you that you're good looking? sometimes.. Some, but they do it as a joke.
6. Do you look like any celebrities? I'm NOT WOODY ALLEN I don't care how many people call me that
FASHION
1. Do you wear a watch? on occasion
2. How many coats and jackets do you own? i don't care
3. Favorite pants/skirt color? I have two pairs of pants. I wear the brown ones a lot.
4. Most expensive item of clothing? i don't care
5. What kind of shoes do you wear? I'd love to wear my sandals, they're so comfy, but my mom makes me wear the sneakers of grey

YOUR FRIENDS
1. Do your friends 'know' you? just a few.
2. What do they tend to be like? Very complicated to say. Not that they're complicated, just what they tend to be like is. I could write a book.
3. Are there traits in you that are universally liked? I don't know. Funny?
4. How many people do you tell everything to? kinda 1, kinda 2

MUSIC, TV, FILM & BOOKS:
1. Favorite band ever? Band? Ugh. Dave, I don't know.
2. Most listened to bands? Radiohead.
3. Do you find any musicians good-looking? Britney Spears is obviously good-looking, despite everything else. Admit it, she is.
4. Can you play an instrument? yeah, three (that INCLUDES celeste)
5. Type of music never listened to? Dierap


GENERAL QUESTIONS:
1. Who is the smartest man alive at the moment? Howard Dean, obviously
2. What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day? sunny
3. Do you consider yourself lucky? yes
4. Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide? i don't know what to think.
5. Choose one word to describe how you feel most often: thoughtful
Random*
2. Do you own converse shoes? no
3. Do you own saucony shoes? nope
4. Do you own old school nikes? nope
5. Do you wear tight pants? no
6. Is there more than one zipper in your pants? nope
7. Do you know what a squatter flap is? nope
8. Do you own a messenger bag? no
9. Do you wear your messenger bag across your chest? no
10. Do you own braces? no
11. Are braces worn anywhere besides the mouth? no
12. Do you have short, shaggy hair? nope
13. Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches? no
14. Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon? no
15. Do you think mohawks are "neat"? no
16. Is your hair black or red? no
17. Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye? i dont dye it
18. Do you own a bandana? no
19. Do you wear plugs in your ears? no
20. Are you amused by safety pins? not especially
21. Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute? no
22. Do you own one or more objects with studs or spikes in them? no
23. Do you own one or more articles of clothing from dogpile, lip service,or tiger of london? what are those? no
24. Do you enjoy leopard print? no
25. Are you disgruntled? no
26. Are you an anarchist? no
27. Does the American flag anger you? no
28. Are you "working class"? no
29. Do you dislike "preps"? no
30. Do you dislike Hot Topic? no
31. Do you smoke cigarettes? no
32. Do you smoke cloves? no
33. Are you a thin waif? um, i dont think so>?
34. Are you vegan/vegetarian? no
35. Do you think meat is murder? somewhat
38. Have you ever gone a week without a shower? I've gone years, baby.
39. Have you ever been avoided due to your odor? no. I smell pretty.
40. Do you know who Jack Kerouac is? no
41. Do you like Mr. Kerouac? he's the president of france.. no
42. Are you a member of the makeout club? no
43. Do you say "rad"? no

MORE JUNK
1. Name: aaron
2. Do you like it? yes
3. Nick-names: K, and anything for Short.
4. Screen name(s): no.
5. Age: 16
6. Birthday: every. day.
7. Sign: virgo
8. Location: westboro
10. Status: single single
11. Crush: I'm not telling
12. Virgin?: yes
13. Natural hair color: blondish
14. Current hair color: blondish
15. Eye color: green

FAVORITES
1. Number: 3
2. Color: orange, which is supposedly the favorite color of gay guys, but I'm not gay, I just like orange.
3. Day: may 11
4. Month: octobah
5. Song: when the world ends, dmb
6. Movie: American Beauty
7. Food: I don't know
8. Band: Not band. Piece. Rite of Spring.
9. Sport: tenny
10. Class: modernism or Perryman English.
11. Teacher: Perryman
12. Drink: I'm not sure. I forget.
13. Veggie: strawberries
14. tv station: no
15. Radio station: no

16. Store: Borders or B&N.
17. Expression: favorite expression? um.. i duno!
8. Animal: I don't know
19. Flower: Magnolia.
1. Me or you: Me, I rule.
2. Coke or pepsi: Pepsi, if I have to
3. Day or night: Night, but a FREE NIGHT. No crap next day. I want a free night.


LOVE & RELATIONSHIPS:

1. Do you have a bf/gf?: no
2. Do you have a crush?: like i said, not tellin
3. How long have you liked him/her: go away
4. Why do you like this person?: go away
5. If you're single, why are you single?: because I'm ugly
6. How long was your longest relationship? 4, 5 months?

7. How long was your shortest relationship?: 2 days.
8. Who was your 1st love?: I haven't had one.
9. What do you miss about them?: die
THE PAST
1. What is the one thing you would change about your past?: One thing. Give me a gun, put me next to Hitler, and I would have changed the Holocaust. Early on. They coulda locked me up, killed me. For changing the Holocaust, definitely, I'd do it.
2. What is the biggest mistake you've made in your life?: I don't know.
3. Last thing you heard: CNN crap
4. Last thing you saw: the computer screen
5. Last thing you said: Cool.
6. What is the last TV show you saw: CNN crap
7. What is the last song you heard?: Requiem for a Dream stuff
1. Saw?: my dad
2. Kissed?: Romantically? Man Oh Man. Not tellin'.
3. Who is the last person you hugged?: probably Tori or someone
4. Fought with?: stupid lady on the phone, I'm not going into that unless you ask me.
5. Were on the phone with?: stupid lady on the phone!

THE PRESENT
1. What are you wearing?: those brown pants, shitty shirt.
2. What are you doing?: typing
3. Who are you talking to?: Jess, Jon, Amy
4. What song are you listening to? none, I should be. Requiem, now.
5. Where are you?: my room
6. Who are you with?: alone.
7. Are you online?: yes
8. How are you feeling?: full
9. Are you in a chatroom? no

FUTURE
1. What day is it tomorrow?: wednesday
2. What are you going to do after this?: read probably
3. Who are you going to talk to?: probalby not anyone
4. Where are you going to go?: my room
5. How old will you be when you graduate?: 17
6. What do you wanna be?: doctor/music/science
7. What is one of your dreams?: to be in the BSO, and the funny thing is, I'm not willing to make it happen
8. Where will you be in 25 years?: probably, for all my luck, in a bathroom stall having a massive episode of diarrhea during some important meeting

If I were a month I would be: die?
If I were a day of the week I would be: um?
If I were a time of day I would be: death.
If I were a planet I would be: death
If I were a direction I would be: death
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: adeath
If I were a liquid I would be: death
If I were a tree I would be:DIE DIE DIE There's more but DIE I"M DONE
Thursday, January 15th, 2004
4:49 pm
Aah! Good times, definitely.
Yesterday was a great day. A GREEAAATTT DAY.

Why? ONE THING

ONE

THING

I thought, when Miller called me up to get my history final average, that I was gonna get a 90. Barely scratch through with a 90! I was just praying she hadn't made some mistake and given me a B+ or something.

Then I get up there, and she goes, "YOU did very well. 93."

NINETY-THREE?! I don't know what mistake she made, but I'll HELL AS TAKE IT. WOOOO!!!! Then she asked me to make sure it was right, but, heck, it's FINE!!!!

And then, TODAY!

TOOODAYYYY:

Day's goin' pretty bad at first. Perryman wasn't there, I was NOT looking forward to playing the Diabolical Suggestion for my Modernism class, because Mr. Jost's a big old meany. Yesterday, I asked him if we could roll the nice piano in, and he said, "Sure, I'll remember to do that." Today, he just goes "If you want the nice piano, be your own equipment technician." It's like, okay...a) you said you'd do it, b) if you can't, just say you didn't get to it.

So he's all grumpy, and I have to play this damned thing for him and 30 others. GREAT. Plus, the original assignment was to make something original, like a composition, and Mr. Jost okayed me playing this piece. But everyone's sorta like, "you didn't do anything original", and I'm like, "Fuck you, this is twenty times harder than anything you'll ever have to compose, and it is too original, I learned and interpreted it." So I played it, and it was a hit, and that was a relief.

But. As you all know, (or, I SHOULD say, the one person that actually probably reads these, Megan) school's cancelled, and, that means, Math and English Midterms on NEXT MONDAY> great. Also, I learned I got an A- in AP Bio this term. BONNNGGG. So great day, at the end, there.
Thursday, January 8th, 2004
6:00 pm
I didn't make it into the BSO Finals. I guess Rhapsody in Blue isn't what they're looking for. Cool. I don't care.

Hmph. I suppose I care. G'damn, it's really hard and improbably and subjective to get in, and then to pass the finals and win, and it's luck if you do.

Last year, a marimba player won playing the Creston Marimba Concerto. That's great. Rhapsody in Blue no longer scores, but the Creston Marimba Concerto sure does!!

I'm sure it's a great piece. I don't know. It's not their fault, it's not mine, but the bummer is, it has a really huge affect on this point in my life. Because, hey, that'd look good on college applications, and, you know, it'd be fun to do.

Whatever, whatever, whatever. Moving on.

Current Mood: weird
Tuesday, December 30th, 2003
10:51 pm
I miss GBYSO! It's gonna be 5 weeks without it! Waaah!
Tuesday, December 9th, 2003
5:49 pm
good Day!
Well, today started last night, with the ending of my glorious Beowulf paper. My mom slightly trashed it, my dad completely trashed it telling me "You're writing in this high-Falootian (spelling?) style and you can't pull it off right"...saying, basically, that I tried but failed.

So that made me really happy during the day. And then Perryman starts grading them, and I see him after Modernism 5th period and he's like, "Yeah, I'm halfway through yours. Getting there." Which meant not horrid, but Bish. So I went to lunch, not feeling too well. Mike got an A, so I was beginning to think it was possible, but then just decided to go see Perryman right then and there.

So I get to his room, he's finishing it up, laughs when he sees me, hands it back. A-/B+, but with the A- circled and writes a 91 in his gradebook. So that was great. I went back after school, figured out what I had wrong, and Grendel will be good. Happy day, though. Turned out to be good. English class itself was a lot of fun, the dragon chapter narrated brilliantly by Perryman. No history, always a bonus.

Good day! Tomorrow is my debut at judging. So look out, ye middle schoolers...



I'll take care of you.

Mom's here, gotta run.
Saturday, December 6th, 2003
1:32 pm
Ze Ball
Hey, the ball wasn't too bad. Becca and I had a good time. We left at 9:15 due to high-heels hurting/enough's enough/American Beauty awaited us at home. But Becca left it in the car, so we didn't watch it. (It's okay, I forgive you. I have my precious back now. Mwahaha).

It's rather upsetting that people were doing cocaine in the bathroom. Our school's really bad when you actually look around at it. So many drunk people, so many high people, and then cocaine? That's really sad.

Looking forward to...

Mehlm. Not too much going on, really. So a tough situation. Not a lot to look forward to, which means not too much happiness now. Actually, yes there is, ish.

Stuff that's been going on:

There's the musical, which is a toss-up between How to Succeed, Singin in the Rain, and Charlie Brown. Please, please, let's do How To Succeed, Please, pleaseeee. Auditions are on Wed-Fri, though, which is awesome. I get to be a judge! That's so awesome. How many times have I been judged?? Mwahahaha, it's now my turn. Don't worry, kids, it's okay, I'll be fair. I really hope they come in and can sing. That's all I want. If they can sing it'll be great. And act. Dance will come, but sing and act. We need that. But I'm excited, it's gonna be awesome.

Apocalypse Now's on tonight, at 8, on Bravo. Great movie. I think I'll watch that.

Woo hoo. Done for now. Byebye

Current Mood: meh
Monday, December 1st, 2003
6:28 pm
Hey, this week's shaping up to be a good one!

I have serious quabbles with Miller:
a) she looks really stupid, but is relatively sharp
b) she can act like the biggest pig ever, yet sometimes she can act pretty nice, laugh, etc
c) her grading. She cannot give anyone the full 10 they deserve on a quiz. Today, we took a quiz, and she corrected a bunch within the same class. She gives mine back to me, and it's a 17.5/20. The usual, no? On the first one I got an 8.5, the second one, a 9. On the first one there were ZERO remarks as to why an 8.5. On the back (I picked Preston) she wrote "Caning?" and gave me a 9.

So I go to her, during break. I'm not going to quabble points, I'm going to ask what I can do to make it better, next time. So she looks at my first one, the Manifesto starts with an O, I forget the name. Ostend? Anyways, she's reading it again, and seems to be digesting it really for the first time (she read it for the actual first time only an hour ago)...underlines Buchanan, says..."Yeah, but there's a bigger point, that it was creating the division", etc. So I point to the spot, earlier in the paragraph, where I said EXACTLY THAT. "Oh, okay, I'll look that over then, okay? See ya" I stopped her. "Can we go over the second one, too?" That's right, Miller. Shoo me away. No. So she looks, and I asked her what the caning comment meant. She said "Well you didn't mention that he caned him, that was the big point." I point to the word "cane" in my explanation. "Oh, well, see that wasn't clear."

Ahem. How is it not clear? Is the word 'cane' not enough? She was looking for cane, and I gave her cane.

So that showed up Miller. Hopefully that'll do two things for me: a) improve the quiz grade, and b) show her that I'm going to fight these points, and I'm not satisfied with the 17.5/20.

After I left, I was so invigorated. I went marching down the hall, with some kind of driving music in my ear. I owned that.

So I move on. Move on to the rest of the day, pretty good.

Then comes Mr. Fields, first day of new substitute in the rest of the year for

the hardest class in the school
AP Bio

Our teacher up until this point, Mrs. Sheehan, was wonderful. She really was! She was tons of fun, really...we had a good time, yet she was really really strict, hard grading too. I squeezed a 90 out of a test once, and that was the best I could do. The essays are so hard, everything's deathly hard. So she's pregnant, though, and had to leave earlier than expected.

(She gave birth yesterday to a girl. Wooo, go Mrs. Sheehan!)

So our substitute, Mr. Fields comes. He taught in the school since 1970, then retired, and they called him back to sub in for Mrs. Sheehan.

He's a little....crusty.
Not too sharp. He's not sure of how to run the class, but you have to feel for him so much, because he's admitting to us that he's not sure of what to do, how to run things, he just wants to help us. However, it appears the workload for the class itself is going to be going down, which means that I have less stress in AP Bio. The downside of this is that we won't be as well prepared for the AP Bio test in May...but I think that's not true, at all. I know how to teach myself out of a book. I will work hard from the book, do really well on easy tests (hopefully), etc, and continue. I can do it. Yayyyyyy

Everyone's worried about him. I'm not. I'm ready to go.

Flute lesson was good. Prokofiev's amazing.

So that's Monday for you. Not too much exciting going on the rest of the week, but of course, Friday's going to be fantastic (Yay Holiday Ball, Yay Becca, Yay AB, Yay). Sunday's GBYSO again, which is grand (I think).

And you know something ELSE?

I think I'm going to start writing a novel, soon. I have to think of a really good idea, but I can feel one buzzing around inside my head. A good novel. That'd be fantastic.

One of these days I'll look back on this entry when I've been having a bad week and wonder how I could have ever been so optimistic. Such is the nature of the bad mood and pessimism. Just a thought.

Great, this'll be great.

Current Mood: chipper
Saturday, November 29th, 2003
11:02 am
Hey, stuff's good. Candide was interesting...I won't overly describe it, but if you want to know, just ask.

So, wheeeee!

I'm a man of few words on Livejournal.
Sunday, November 23rd, 2003
7:00 pm
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It's ridiculous what a (n):

unlucky
klutzish
stuttering
babbling
incoherent
illogical
stupid
misunderstood
misunderstanding
wrong (incorrect)
sad

fool I am.

Current Mood: crushed
Tuesday, November 18th, 2003
2:27 pm
I'm reminded of American Beauty, not to ruin it for a certain someone, but of a certain scene:

I'm great. I'm great. Man, oh man.

I had a fantasmic day, I think. I got my first A on a history test this year, I believe. 93. Fantastic, really. 100 on a spanish quiz, as well. Those are just grades, but getting good ones eliminates school worries for a day, which is very nice.

I had a very simplistic idea as to how to stop all viruses. Something that scientists can't figure out. Maybe some day I'll figure it out.

So now, I have two good grades on my belt, and I'm rolling towards more. But that's the least of my happiness. Tomorrow I'm going to hear Barber's Violin Concerto [oh my GOD, it's going to be amazing]. I've been waiting to go to this concert since late spring when they announced it. Tomorrow, November 19, is one day away.

Then there's a few more days of school, and at long last we have Friday. Friday will likely be monotonous, as homework will have to be completed before...

Oh glorious Saturday, which is the BSO concert. And Saturday night, and Sunday morning, and Sunday.

And then it flows through me like rain, and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.

Current Mood: warm
Saturday, November 8th, 2003
11:11 pm
I'm infused with life.
Wednesday, November 5th, 2003
3:14 pm
For all out there:

This Aaron is coming to an end. A new Aaron shall take his place.

The new Aaron will have:

A Haircut
New, Really, Really, Really Bodacious Glasses

You will all ask yourselves why you are not as cool as me. The answer will be:

You are not Aaron.

When I talk to you all, I mean the two or three people that actually might read this. And you're already cooler than me, anyways.

Something happened yesterday that was really strange. Strange things continue to happen, in fact, they're just beginning to happen. I'm looking forward to them, because I know they will keep happening.

Current Mood: excited
Tuesday, October 28th, 2003
6:46 pm
So, I'm wondering, and this is really, really obscure. Does anyone know the instrumentation to Barber's 3rd Essay for Orchestra? I actually need to know.
Friday, October 17th, 2003
12:27 am
I'd just like to say a few words regarding the game:

You get to a certain point, being a fan...especially being one of a team that just can't win, ever...

It's not right, it just simply isn't. There's something wrong with the game of baseball, but more in the attitude around it, I think. I don't know. They say all the little bloop hits even out after a while, all the errors, all the mistakes like the ball hitting a base or the mound or what have you. It really is a game of luck; there is certainly an aspect of talent and skill, such as home runs, really really good pitching, you know. But the stuff that changes a game, that sways it, can just be a simple bloop flare but Jorge Posada.

I suppose it's sort of a reflection on a bunch of things...nothing ever goes right, exactly, the entire world is not perfect, there's little things here and there that completely change everything. I don't know, I sure feel ridiculous comparing the universe to baseball...that's not my point.

But it's a game, it's a game! It's a game! I have many good things happening to me right now. I'm interested in their prospects, this will just have to be another smack in the face I get my junior year. But I will move on, yes...move on! Bigger and better things (I hope). Good things are happening, I like them, and the disappointing is over. We move on.

Here's something to look forward to: GBYSO Sunday! :)
Friday, September 26th, 2003
10:43 pm
I'm hearing Shostakovich's Symphony no. 7 on Tuesday. How excited should I be?
Wednesday, July 2nd, 2003
10:46 pm
So I was walking back from tennis, when I stopped dead in my tracks because of this big bird of prey right in front of me. YEP! At the high school!! A big falcon, just sitting there, on the grass. We stared at each other for a while, and i moved around it, and i left. It was awesome! This big falcon, all browny-white. It was great. :) (This two days after I spotted a bunny rabbit on the way home from tennis!!!)

Current Mood: uncomfortable
Sunday, June 22nd, 2003
8:49 pm
The 5th book is good. :)
Sunday, June 8th, 2003
9:31 pm
Creepy sidenote:

We were returning the movie (which is about car crashes), and just after we dropped it off, we almost hit another car! :-O
10:30 am
We were in the car yesterday, and I was thinking that it wouldn't be at all unnatural for me to die in a car crash, you know? It's just so spontaneous and it could happen to anyone, and it's such a big risk. But anyways (we didn't crash :)), we went to video vault, and I randomly rented What Dreams May Come, which turned out to be ALL ABOUT CAR CRASHES!!! Isn't that creepy? Here I am, pensing about car crashes, and I rent a movie that's about people getting killed in them and then heaven and hell after that. :-O
Monday, June 2nd, 2003
6:04 pm
How was my Monday? Well, I got a 103 on the test, too, you know. Andd....well, there was no spanish, which is a blessing any day. THat's really it, I think. I had a flute lesson. Yeah, you beat me Megan. You definitely had a more, well, you know, that kind of day.

Does anyone know, by any chance, know how to make LiveJournal entries private? ;)
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