The Framed Picture

Friday, December 30, 2005

Such is life . . .

What's this feeling? It sort of burns it's kindof like ice and you feel nervous but comfortable with it? Needless to say I had a great time tonight and I think I'll marry the dear girl. You know I've had a good night when I fill six pages of my journal with poetry and draw little hearts and smiles in my notebooks. The title of this little composition relates to a nice tango song I heard in a movie. It's nice and Italian and it suits my mood. By the by I need to go fill my book with pictures and such.

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Vodka

"Food is a luxury be have, Vodka is a luxury we have, Time is not!"

Got a cold and have no medicine. Vodka helps. Try it sometime

Friday, December 23, 2005

All gone

I'm very disapointed. My stuff is gone. Lots of good and bad writing gone.

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Oh wow

I'm really angry, like really angry. I dont know why either. It's just like I want to yell at something till it cries and then go some more. Oh dear.

Friday, December 16, 2005

Fifth Edition

Cancels class. I'm hanging out in the library, eagerly awaiting the rest of the day. It's a sad combination of film and the like. Canceled first, Movie second, possibly canceled third, movie fourth. This is not the typical unfolding of the typical Friday but as it is I have no desire to Change it. I feel tired. Burnt out and sick of Mr. Kulla's voice. He's my law teacher and the terms and corrections of the speech he is using is starting to ware on me. Not his fault but it happens all the same. Gym is a sad story also; try as she might my dear gym teacher cannot hold the classes attention. She's a good teacher but she's a huge stickler for safety and that ruins a little of the fun. Example: we weren't allowed to do archery because of point tips. History is my favorite subject but it all seems to be going down hill as the year comes to a close. Mrs. Muir is trying her darndest to get back on schedule before the christen holidays and the effect is a lot of boring textbook questions. Mind you there were some questions about Jesus in the previous days work. That brightened my day a little
The textbook makes Jesus look like a regular guy. It's more than a little depressing. It makes his life seem very bland and watered own. It's still a public school system and I guess they can't go into great detail about it without seeming bias and having a bunch of other sects fighting for their constitutional rights to religion. If I wasn't a Christian I might get ticked too if they taught his message against my will. I suppose it's good the way it is and it's not worth changing.
All the same I appear to have been able to waist a little time before my next round of nothing.

-Andy

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Comment?

A lone voice. Do sane poepel talk to themselves?

School Day, School day

Teehee, sitting in my gym class typeing awayat an assignment and other wise doing nothing in particular. Reading over my notes on a subject of suicide and realizing that it is definatly a proble in today's society. Suicide is up, alot! Gorls wil tyr to commit suiice almat 4 times as much as guys but guys seem to sucseed more and more often. It's kinda sad really that one teenn in america will die ever 17 minuts due to suicide. It's the third leading cause of death in youth these days. A problem indeed. "This is gay, gay, gay, gay, gay," sais Nate in the chair beside me. "Gaaayyyyyy," Sais Ferris in the next. Al the same I got it done last night in my midnight homework stint after a very unsucsessful hockey game. This typing is getting me bored and so I wil know bid thee adue untill a time I see fit.

Tata

Saturday, December 10, 2005

Hockey

Oh what a day, oh glorious day. You know you've played a good game when your body is screaming at you to stop what you're doing and take a little break. We went down to Warkworth today to go kick some house league ass. Our first game at the very beggining of the day was to wake me in the crack of dark in the wee hour of 5:30. A truly ugly hour to be up and about. All the same we had the first game of the day and won it with a 2-1 score against a decent team. It was our first win of the year and so naturally we came off the ice thinking we could take the Canadian all start and turn them into mince meat. Not true. In our next game at 1:00 pm we were thuroughly trounced by a better team. It was Duro, the tema full of idiots who have hearts of gold. After our little let down I went to go tkae a little nap. 3 hours later I was awoken by my dear father to tll me I have to get dressed into twice wet equipment. Pretty grosse but it had to be done. We played hard through the third and final game and with victory comes medals and picture. Others to bring to my collection of over 40 medals 16 torphies and 6 plaques. I know, I know, I'll stop now. All the same we played three games very well and the only reason I stand beforeyou is thanks to my knee brace.Good day

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Babminton

Today I went and participated in one of the least mascilin sports I could find. Yes, it was badminton. I found this badminston to be a very fruitful endevor and starngly enough I won the tournament. I begin now to question my masculinity.