Bored

I'm bored as hell. Someone Entertain me... Please?

I bought a chink a drink

So this is fellow countryman, Lukas "Ching Chong" Mott. I bought him a drink that cost $3.75

It was damn expensive.

Late Review: A Midsummer's Night's Dream AHS

I recently went to see Alameda's production of Midsummer's by Wm. Shakespere. It's a story of boy and girl in love. Other boy loves girl but girl doesnt love other boy. Other girl loves other boy, but other boy doesnt return love. Father of girl wants other boy to marry girl, but girl and boy run off to do it in the woods. Fairy King sees other girl and other boy chasing each other trying to have love, and fairy king instructs puck to spread stuff on their eyes to make them love each other. Acting company with juggler, mechanic, nerd, refined man and charlie are putting on a play. Charlie plays the girl. And refined guy plays the lead. His head is changed into a donkey's. I'll leave it at there. To prevent the spoilers. So what did I think of the play? I loved it. It was a very good production in a 1960s format with hippies and the period dress. I espically loved the play within a play. The Tragedy of Pyramus and Thisbe. Oh i wish I had gotten a film copy of it. Props out to charlie for playing a girl, falling off the stage and stabbing himself with a cardboard sword. He makes such a pretty lady. When he does stab himself, he stabs, then a squeaky cute "oh!" comes out. Lysander and Demitrius were played by good actors. Nick with the giant muscles and abs. Ok, it's late. Goodnight.

Great America

Review of the day. So I wake up at usual, around 6:30 AM. I eat a hearty breakfast (a slice of sourdough with spray on butter.) and arrive at the Parking gate around 7:28. I'm worried the buses have already left me behind. So i've rushed to the front to discover everyone still waiting. The spanish trip bus has already left and we're just standing there. So the AP students board the first bus and of course, we Physics P students get left behind. I'm in shorts, and it's cold as hell outside. So eventually, our bus comes. 1 hour after. And we get there, with good traffic. So we ride rides. Here's the fun part: I'm going to do a review of each ride I went on.

Carousel Columbia:

Basically, it's a merry go round on top of a worse merry go round. I spent most of the ride staring at a liquid acclerometer which barely did anything. When I did push it down, it seemed to read even higher. But the ride offers great views of the park from a certain height and angle.

3 out of 10 thumbs up


Vortex

our second ride of the day was our first upside down ride of the day. Apparently, today, Nick Tag lost his "Virginity" (first upside down ride) on the vortex. The vortex is where you stand on a platform and it throws you at a magnificent height. For this one, instead of staring at a accelerometer, I was staring into the face of Ivan's ancient calculator. It seems, when you have a focus on an object, you tend to lose the feeling of where you are. Since I stupidly was staring at the thing, I didnt scream, nor did I notice how the ride was. But I could feel the outside forces.

5 out of 10 thumbs up

Rue le Dodge

A strange name for bumper cars. But means, street of dodging. Except in bumper cars, you dont really dodge other cars so much as side swipe another person and give the finger as many times as possible. This one, I was really jostled around and I couldnt help but feel malicious and rear end some fat fremont students. Not the most exciting but very fun. The cars were pretty cramped and I could barely get my leg to fit in between the steering column and the side of the car so I could operate the pedals

6 out of 10 thumbs up

Top Gun

This has absoutley have to be my most favorite ride of all time. I lost my "virginity" to this ride 2 trips ago. This time, I was much smarter to hold the calculator (Dr. Dauber's much faster one) lower and actually enjoy the ride. You sit this time and you go up a incline about 8 storeys up and begin your steep descent to end up in a loop de loop, then a cork screw over people waiting in line. Next you're brought over a man made lake and here, it felt like the greatest force ever. It really felt like I was flying through the air. That sort of feeling... like going WHOOSH over at this part. Always loved it, always will.

10 out of 10 thumbs up

Drop Zone

Here, we moved to the otherside of the park for the day. And now, we dragged Mr. Galaway with us. Matt Bar... decided he didnt want to go on this, so he took Andrew over to demon to ride alone. So we get in line. And whilst in line, aparently, the "white" group had lagged behind this fat lonely looking woman "shooed" them. And once we reach the bend in the line that would eventually split into two groups, she was talking to Mr. Galaway like there was no tomorrow. She poured out all over him. We think she even turned around to use one of those quick brush up pads from colgate to hopefully get a kiss from him. Luckily, we managed to pull him away. I had to wear the data vest on this ride and the xyz accelerometer was uncomfortable as hell. So we get on. It goes up pretty quickly, and here's the quote of the day.

"Hey nick. We're pretty high up arent we?"
"Yeah man, we're high"

I pressed two. Woosh. Scream. Yell. Yes. Yell. the magnetic braking sounded like farts. It was awesome. We took a look at the calculator and saw our results. line line line Jump to the top of the screen. Back down. line line line. We shuffled out as fast as possible to avoid crazy cat, brush her teeth in line lady.

8 out of 10 thumbs up

The Grizzly

Ah, nothing like a roller coaster built of lumber. I had to return the calculator first and then cut in line to catch up with the rest of our friends. Ah cutting. Is there anything more glorious? Yes. Pizza for dinner. But I digress. This ride is the bumpiest ride that I've been on all day. Yup, bumpier than bumper cars. The whole thing would vibrate as it rolled down. Not much to say other than My knees had a hard time fitting into the rear seats of the cars.

7 out of 10 thumbs up

The Demon

When you say you lost your virginity, we mean it's your first time on an upside down ride. How cool would it sound to say: I lost my virginity to the demon. Sure demon is a strange form of the devil to use, but it's cooler than losing it to the Centurion. What could I say? Here, I lowered my sling bag and it pressed against the key fob that was on my pants. THe thing opened up and I lost the key for the lock on my calculator pocket. I have a spare, but i'm hesitant to use it. But back to the ride. It's the smoothest ride i've been on. It rides like a cadillac. It starts off with a stinky tunnel that smelled of old rubber. Then it takes you up an incline. Down once. Looppy de loop. Another one, a tunnel, soemthing. Then another tunnel and a triple corkscrew. During the whole time, I was with Mr. Galaway and he kept laughing like: Ha Ha Ha Ha. Not really laughing, but the more... laughing in the face of dagner type laughing. My first time on the demon too. I'm still pissed about the key.

8 out of 10 thumbs up

So Now, it's time to go home. We've all collected ourselves at carousel columbia and we go home. I'm trying to do the packet on the bus, but it's waaay too loud. I managed to get some things done. I gave up. Who cares? Excellent day. I got 4 numbers from my friends. Excellent day eh?

Review of: Dracula

Bram Stoker wrote his book: Dracula, in 1897. Nearly 30 years before the movie Nosforatu and 106 years before the movie Van Helsing. The most recent movie, when watched before the book will provide much confusion in reading as the two editions dont even match up. Except for a character named VanHelsing in each. Whereas in the book, he's an old man with super religous powers and the other is an actor who also is wolverine. But by and by, i'd say it's a pretty decent book, worth the 3 dollars I paid for it. At times, the book would get very wordy and I instantly lose focus. Another poor feature is the footnotes. They're great help, apart from the fact that I have to constantly keep flipping back and forth between my reading and the notes themselves. So that's a poor feature by the wordsworth editors. Not much else I can say, apart from the fact that it's a great book and I whole heartedly reccomend it. If you dont occasionally mind the stabbind with stakes and cutting of the heads. Neuvyageeen havelen glaven!

Blood

So today was the day to donate blood at school. Obviously, i'm nervous as hell, but I'm confident. So I leave 2nd period to the gym and they had me some documents to read over. AFter that, I sit in some cheapy plastic chairs and they pull me behind a partition for a screening. Name, DOB, etc. So then she rubs my middle finger with an alcohol pad, then uses some thing to cut my finger. Tests and stuff. So then it's question part. She asks me if I wanted to be alone to do them. I said no, and she kept insisting on me being alone. So then She sent me over to the other side of teh gym for prepping. So i'm sitting there, and this guy takes me to a chair and then I sit down and then he stuck the damn needle in. It was so huge. It was like the size of a point for pumping up sports balls. It hurt like hell. So for the next ten minuites, i'm just sitting there, rolling the hand ball they gave me in my hand. The blood tube vibrated occasionally and it would hurt like hell at the last moment. So i'm done, and the guy pulls the needle out and then it strikes me. Blood is really really dark. I never took it for that red. So then, i actually feel fine. Unfourtunately for the girl next to me, she aparently fainted when she left. So i'm sitting there with Pablo, (he couldnt donate again since he had donated less than 100 days earlier. We sit there talking and it's about 1/2 way through 3rd period. I eventually go to class. Luckily, no notes.

Contest

Today, I declared a wager between Jeff Stallman and I. Concept sketches of the "new alameda high school". Anyone interested in participating, come see me at school, or email me.

Dr. Lukas' Magic Wonder Cure-all Rejuvination Tonic

On sale next week, yours only for the low price of 1.40 and 3 buttons. This is not a hoax. 1.40 and 3 buttons will really get you some of his magic tonic.

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As of May 2st, 2006 at 1540 PM. All further posts by Snowman will not be thought out, logical, make any sense, or have a meaning/purpose. They mean what they say and will remain and hold their true meaning, which is no meaning. Even if it is flagged and stuff. I dont care if I'm branded a retard. But I choose to be retarded to non-intellectual abideing, free-riding persons.

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Darwin Awards

You all know about the Darwin Awards - the annual honor given to the person who did the gene pool the biggest service by killing themselves in the most extraordinarily stupid way.

Last year's winner was the fellow who was killed by a Coke machine which toppled over on top of him as he was attempting to tip a free soda out of it.

This guy has to be this year's raging favourite:

The Arizona Highway Patrol came upon a pile of smoldering metal embedded into the side of a cliff rising above the road at the apex of a curve. The wreckage resembled the site of an airplane crash, but it was a car. The type of car was unidentifiable at the scene.

The lab finally figured out what it was and what had happened.

It seems that a guy had somehow got hold of a JATO unit (Jet Assisted Take Off - actually a solid fuel rocket) that is used to give heavy military transport planes an extra "push" for taking off from short airfields.

He had driven his Chevy Impala out into the desert and found a long, straight stretch of road. Then he attached the JATO unit to his car, jumped in, got up some speed and fired off the JATO!

The facts, as best as could be determined, are that the operator of the 1967 Impala hit the JATO ignition at a distance of approximately three miles from the crash site.

This was established by the prominent scorched and melted asphalt at that location. The JATO, if operating properly, would have reached maximum thrust within five seconds, causing the Chevy to reach speeds well in excess of 350 mph and continuing at full power for an additional 20-25 seconds.

The driver, soon to be pilot, most likely would have experienced G-forces usually reserved for dog-fighting F-14 jocks under full afterburners, basically causing him to become insignificant for the remainder of the event.

However, the automobile remained on the straight highway for about 2.5 miles (15-20 seconds) before the driver applied and completely melted the brakes, blowing the tyres and leaving thick rubber marks on the road surface. The car then become airborne for an additional 1.4 miles and hit the cliff face at a height of 125 feet leaving a blackened crater three feet deep in the rock.

Most of the driver's remains were not recoverable; however, small fragments of bone, teeth and hair were extracted from the crater and fingernail and bone shards were removed from a piece of debris believed to be a portion of the steering wheel.

Epilogue: It has been calculated that this moron nearly reached Mach I, attaining a ground-speed of approximately 420 mph.

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DAMN IMMIGRANTS

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/
archive/2006/04/30/EDGVOIGLJV1.DTL

She has a point. Although I myself come from an immigrant family, At least we didnt come over swimming across a river or in a container. We went through the legal process to become american citizens. Born to immigrant parents who were naturalized in the right way, I am american. But these people, they demand immediate and no consent legalization. It's like coming up to the president and saying: Listen big ears. I want you to make marajuana legal. D'you hear? But knowing Bush... well, i wont go that far. But when all these mexicans are on strike. Americans! Take their jobs. Flush the illegals out! Send them packing with books on how to get in the right way. In a car, with a smile and a passport. Oh and bring cash too cause you're going to need to pay for your child's education like everyone else. So if these immigrants are demanding legalization, they better fucking learn english, pay taxes, get the fuck out of my way when I go to the doctors and know their place as citizens. None of that Viva la Mexico bullshit here. You came to America, you be American. Not Mexican. AMERICAN. Get it through your thick skull that you dont go to another country and demand they conform to you. You should conform to them. Why? Cause you're a freaking MINORITY!

Prom

Ah, prom has gone by and bye. It was a magical evening. I hope I didnt let Vivian down though. So I started the day around 10 AM when I woke up. Played a bit of Mozart, Debussy and Jopin on the piano until 1 PM. I took my shower around 2 PM and started to dress. So now fully dressed, came the onslaught and barrage of the Parential Papparizzi. So after that, I went to pick up my date. I found out she lived in the same community I used to before the house got too small for us. So after shaking violently to put her corsage on, she began to fumble with my (bouteneer?). After a while or so, she had managed to get it on to a certain extent. So off we went to John's house. So we get there, and more papparizzi awaited us. Stephanie and Danielle were already there and having some photos taken. So we got in our share of photos as well. And by the time everyone arrived, it was just nothing but flashes. So that's what the last photo of us inside looked like. [from left to right: John, Kelly, Danielle, Stephanie, Zach, Vivian, Wendy, Jeff, Craig, Lynn] Then it was off to the limo where we arrived at the pasta pelican at exactly 5PM. This driver's good. But alas, alak! To Jeff's [3rd from right] dismay, one of his un-actuainences awaits us there taking photos at the pier between the Pasta Pelican. I dont see why Jeff totally hates him but that's just Jeff. Jeff has problems with alot of people on the soccer team. Even the totally awesome and sexy Pablo (not anymore as of may 1st, 2006). So this guy is dressed up like a mortician [much to my amusement] and we have a good dinner at the Pelican. I unfourtnatley got a small dot of sauce on my vest and would remain there for the remainder of the day. So off we go to the observetory. A drive and a squished zach later, we arrive at Chabot and we're the second group to arrive. Right after Emily Wong [with Ehren] and before Courtney Hom [With Ashton by her side]. So we go in, get our picture taken. We're going to take the elevator back up and everyone else in our group is in the elevator going down to get it taken. They're all totally stunned at our ruthless asian efficency. They got the chocolate fountain running eventually and we stood out on the balconies for pictures and talking. There, we discover that Criag has miracously gotten chocolate all over himself. Vest, jacket and on his back. And there was the other incident of the night. Emily aparently had a bad picture of her taken by Jeff. In a feeble attempt to delete the picture, she chases after Jeff who unfourtnatley wore leather sole shoes where he fell down and put a hole in his tux. So after some dancing, strawberry, pineapple smoothie shots, we go out onto the balcony again to get lost in some talk. But now, it's around 9 oclock PM and it's foggy. Reminiscant of Scotland. We tried to get to the patio, but they said: no, it's a construction zone. What a let down. All in all, we had the best times on the balcony, watching the stars, making wishes, holding each other closely for warmth and talking all the while. So prom was sorta weird. The dance floor was too small to accomidate everyone, it was nothing but rap from 8 to 11. At 7, it was techno and alternative rock which was awesome. But rap is a hard thing to dance to. You only can wiggle your body about and stuff like that. So after some extremely dirty dancing, which went away after a while, we got lost on the castle ramparts in the moors of scotland again. This time, spending more time than our second endeavour. So the we had our last dance and we left, and got our souviner glasses. Strange shape, but nice none the less. We headed down to Fenton's creamery for some dessert and we were the best dressed there until like 8 more limos arrived. Bearing more of our friends there. We finished quickly, went back to John's to engage in a "who has more Bobby pins" contest between Stephanie and Kelly. So we left after the 38th pin and I dropped vivian off and fell asleep to SNL. So that was my day. and i'll never forget a day like that.

PS: I forgot to wear the cologne that Joris let me borrow from him. I was in the Pelican when I realized: Dammit, I forgot cologne. At prom, Joris came up to me and said: here zach, Let me Smell you.

FIFA is for Fornicating International Footy Arseholes

This isint mine, but I got it from Grumpy's gripes. I just thought it was too funny to leave on the australian continent. Courtsey of www.webwombat.com

Oh well, I guess it was always going to happen. The Boys Club of soccer - Fornicating International Footy Arseholes, or FIFA - has right royally screwed us once again.

Yup, the movers and shakers of soccer have bowed to South American pressure faster than a Latin American politician puts his hand out for dodgy cash and have gone back on a promise to allow Oceania an automatic place in the 2006 World Cup Finals.

Now, once again the winner of the Oceania qualifying group - either Australia or New Zealand - will have to travel around the globe putting up with sooky-boy South American wussers.

You can just imagine how the vote was changed can't you.

The delegates would have been sitting around a Rio de Janiero pool, being wined, dined and entertained by buxom South American beauties opening large suitcases stuffed with either pesos or cocaine.

An oily perspiring type would be talking to them along the lines of ...

"Hey, seenors, we wanna have one more team in the World Cup to satisfy the ambitions of our glorious nations and show that apart from corruption, fiscal incompetence, trigger-happy soldiers, ignoring soul-destroying poverty and wiping out the rainforests by the banana-boat load - we South Americans can play the beautiful game better than anyone."

The scumbags of Fornicating International Footy Arseholes would all be nodding their heads in agreement (or would they be just wiping the cocaine from their noses) saying what wonderful types the Latins are.

And there would be the fine upstanding figure of the Australian Soccer representative who would be making noises about improving the world game by showing our talent off to the world and the boost to it in this country. She'd also drop in the bazillions of bucks that Fornicating International Footy Arseholes would earn through TV rights to a First World country, rather than a collection of tin-pot dictatorships.

The Fornicating International Footy Arseholes voters would look at our gal for a few moments and then ask in one voice "But what do we get?"

To which our honest and upright gal would say "it would be good for soccer."

Four days later - when the laughter from Fornicating International Footy Arseholes reps died down - she'd be told something along the lines of "keep trying, we'll do more for you next time."

Well, dear readers, it has to be said that there is only one person that South Americans would listen to - Margaret Thatcher!

Yup, one mention of the Iron Lady and the macho men of South America would fill their pants instantly and think twice about going back on their promises.

"Remember the Falklands" should be Soccer Australia's catch-cry and every time we play the Latins we should have banners, flags and people wearing hats and T-shirts featuring the sinking battleship General Belgrano.

Silencing the voices

So all of us has recovered a fair amount from the sort of stuff that's been going on. We all can some how relate to the 70s and 60s when the police tried to silence the voices of the people. The fact that they shouted for peace and abortions. So lets relate to now. Abortions for some, and no abortions for some. I understand so far. But when the Pro life movement came to put up signs encouraging people to let the child live, the pro choice movement demanded the signs torn down from all the bart stations and bart cars. Call me narrow minded, but arent the same people demanding the voices of the people, trying to silence others voices? The sheer audacity of them to demand that other voices be put down, so that their liberal voice could be heard. A similar event occured at the campus at University of California at Santa Cruz. The military had set up a booth there getting people to join at their own free will. And somehow, the leftist wing group sprung up and shouted protests against the military. So far, it's all legal. But when they forced the recruiting station out and telling them to stay out and never come back, they crossed the line so far, your mother would have yelled at the kid next door for no reason. I understand the right of free speech as do these liberals, but somehow, they think they're exclusive to the right of free speech. What we say is right. Pro choice is always right. No one should get a abortion or join the military. While those on the other side, they have the exact same rights as those against them. But I probably can safely say that both sides have tried to silence the other side up. But What really bothers me is that the side that fought for the freedom of speaking, is demanding the other group to shut up and let their ideals romp the earth. No way will I let this happen. When there is a recruiting booth and there is a protest to get rid of them, I will defend them. It's not the repubican monster that is destryoing us all. It's the crazed liberal ideal that they fought for the right, and it's theirs and only theirs to use.

Prommer

Oh gosh. Prom is in a few days and I still dont have a corsage. Well, it's better that some people in that they dont have anything at all. One of my friends, no tux, no ticket, no corsage. His date: she has everything apart from a ticket. How embarassing when they have no way to get in and he lets her down beyond all. He claims he has heart. Well, he should heart and recgonize that he cant procrastinate on this sort of stuff. Allright so hm... what to write about... Ok, so i'll talk into politics in the next blog. Brb

Hello All

Hello my pretties. I have survived the long week of colleges. And to sum it up, I will provide you a list of the colleges I have so far visited, and their ranking:

Number 1: Cal Poly San Luis Obisbo
Number 2: University of California at Davis
Number 3: University of California at Berkeley
Number 4: University of California at Santa Barbra
Number 5: University of California at Santa Cruz

Well, number 5 is biased in that we drove through it and didnt look through it at all.

To tell you about my vacation, I ate well. At Cal Poly, I had a Chicken Salad sandwich with italian dressing and mustard and onions. Awful, with the mustard. For dinner, the previous night, Tahoe Joe's 1/2 lb Steak Hamburger. For dinner on the day I went to Cal Poly, A Teryaki Pork Chop that weighed at 1/2 lb as well, from the Aloha Grill in Ventura. For Lunch the next day... um... I dont think we had lunch. Well, we had dinner at home... um... Ah, cup of noodles. So you can tell, the minuite you come home, it's back to shit food. It's not so bad, espically when you long for it.

About my jacket. On Friday (my day off from colleges. Originally intended for Cal Maritime) I finished the last stage of my jacket. Getting everything put onto it. Except, the Athletic A. Still pathetic. Oh well. At least I have a jacket losers.

Prom: Ok, ordered a tux, not sure, but my vest might be darker than vivian's stuff. But that wont make much of an affect, since we match in color. White and her dress, would have been ok. Silver, a bit more awkward. I now just need to order a corsage. Wherever I can get one... Any suggestions?

TIS A LIE!

Ok, So I ordered my letterman jacket sometime in march. Excited to have both Athletic and Academic A emblazened on it. Now I realize. Varsity jacket... VARSITY JACKET... oh damn. I'm not in Varsity anything. Oh fuck. Now my jacket is a big lie. Oh well. When I eventually do get that A, it's going under the lines. Haha. My Jacket is going to be a slap in the face of Athletics and going to be the pinnacle of Music. That's it. I'll have my jacket based more on academics. So who gives a damn if it's not about sports, or if I aint a football player. They're dumbasses. Who cares if I'm not in track. They have ugly legs. Who cares if I am not in water polo. They have to wear a harness. So music based it shall be. I need have the lines down by saturday. Hm...

most outstanding musician '03-'04
Chicago Heritage Festivals Silver 1st '04-'05
Symphonic Band Soloist '05-'06
JV Badminton Mens Doubles '05-'06

That sounds ok.