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31.8.02
The plague of flesh-eating bacteria decended upon Bob's house. He could tell it was getting closer as squirrels started falling out of the trees and shriveling up into a piles of innards closer and closer to his house. Then the annoying neighbor's dog when down. It's skin peeled away as the bacteria did their dirty work. Screams from his elderly neighbor's house penetrated his walls as he could see them through the window twisting into faceless, shriveled corpses. Bob feared the bacteria would as well. Fearing the worst, he sprinted out the back door to his 1985 dodge probe. Bob pushed the gas to the floor bolting out of his driveway and down the residential street. A bloody figure of a squirrel crashed onto the windshield, spraying blood and intestines all over the front of the car. Bob screamed and swerved hard. The car went into a skid that turned into a bellyroll that turned into a flaming pile of wreckage. The moral of this story is that squirrels are scary.
00:20
30.8.02
mmmm marshmallows and fat free chocolate pudding...finally my life returns to normal. The last day was spent runnning around having fun with Brian. Well as much fun as too semi-bummed guys can have. Now I have time to reset myself. To relax and sleep and yet I am wasting it blabbing on about how emo I am. I like pedro the lion and will go sleep now.
14:01
28.8.02
The fortune telling fish at the unique toy store told me I am in love... "With what?" I asked. It flopped around in my hand like a piece of plastic because it is. I am sorry world for when I act like a jerk. I have too much to say and no one to say it to except this blank computer page screen. Complaining on such a mass scale is bad. I dislike complaining. I try to keep a positive additude. Instead of talking about what bothers me I talk about what I would rather do. Then I sound like a greedy mofo. Maybe I should just be quiet and listen. There is nothing to listen to except the click of the keyboard and the hum of the fan. The fan hums all the time so it is like it's not even there. It's not there. What if I were to stop talking, to be quiet? Would I be listened to more then? Do I have to be sad to get listened to?
23:56
Ahhh what a wonderful world...I arrive home in homes of falling asleep listening to Alkaline Trio and what is this!!?? YES I got my first mail-order record and is it? IT IS ALKALKINE TRIO. Needless to say I fell asleep to Alkaline trio as happy at a walrus. Mmm chicken and rice is excellent.
I love to see your eyes.
I love to see you walk.
I love the way you wear your hair.
I love to hear you talk.
I love your crazy ways.
I love your taste in music.
I love your carefree additude,
and when you make me laugh until I feel sick.
I love to see you happy.
I love to see you blue.
I love to hear you laugh,
but I don't love you.
19:49
27.8.02
run, run, as fast as you can you can't evade me, I'm confrontation man
22:51
quotes from shredder....
"It feels so good to be so bad!!!"
"Tonight I dine on turtle soup!!!"
Shredder: "Cowards! Must I do everything myself?"
Bebop: "Sounds good to me."
Krang: "Shredder, i'm sending you to Lisbon in Portugal. Here it is on the map..."
Shredder: "Put that away, I know where Lisbon is."
Krang: "It's not for you, this is the educational portion of the show."
Third floor, lingerie, evening wear, and Turtle-stompin'!" -Rocksteady
Splinter: Michaelangelo!
Mike: Huh? What? Hey! Come on, man! I'm at the most epic part!
Splinter: Man? Is that how you refer to me? What is next? Rat-faced dudeguy?
Shredder: Shredder never surrenders!
Rocksteady: But sometimes you give up!
19:41
OUNCE AND BOUNCE
Bowen Ounce and Owen Bounce
fell off a speeding train,
both were rather fortunate,
and lived to fall again.
Owen Bounce, weighed an ounce,
was cushioned by soft shrubbery.
Bowen Ounce just bounced and bounced,
for he was round and rubbery.
~jack prelutsky, a genius
19:29
current thought...Detroit needs a basketball team names the bears. Then they would have Lions and Tiger and Bears. They would also be promptly sued by the corpse of Frank Oz. I love candy.
19:09
oh yeah I got my permit today
17:44
Dear citizens of the world,
The advent of Samuel E. Yurick's birthday is upon us.
All those who have recieved invitations are hereby cordially invited to a celebration in his honor.
If you did not recieve an invitation....hard cheese.
If you start sucking up to him now you may be allowed to crash the celebration in the following year.
Or, if you suck up an incredible amount you might even be invited.
(This announcement has been paid for by the International Friends of Sam Yurick Network.
"Once a sam's friend, never a dull moment.")
17:40
The following is a warning. I have reached a stressful time in my life. I am in the process of learning how to drive, courting a beautiful young lady, planning how to steal a sewer man hold cover, plotting my attack on how to run around the lake, deciding what college to go to, taking approximatly 4,323 million advanced placement courses, getting pumped for cross country, living through my parent's divorcing, having to start riding the bus in the mornings again, starting school again, fighting rampant age discrimination in our society, eating, maintaining a good posture, trying to work yoga into my schedule, attending parties, brushing my teeth, coping with the loss of a family member ( my cat, aka binky) and so forth and so on. Yes, the times are hectic for me so * if you see me in the hall, your house, my house, cross country practice, a store, on the street, at the mall, at the movies, at a reststop on a highway in st louis, in a car, in a plane, on a boat, in a train, frolicking about at the elementary, or generally walking around canandaigua in overalls and barefeet, please stop and give me a hug.
* the following applies only to cheez loving occupents of 159 Bristol Street, Canandaigua, NY 14424...you know who you are....
17:34
The following is a shout out to some of my favorite people and co-members of O.M.A.B.A.C.B.U.Y.M. (Our Mothers Are Big And Could Beat Up Your Mother): Brian Long and Dan Hernandez... Hey guys! Break STUFF!!! Not my stuff please because although I plan on reaching enlightenment I have not completely condoned material goods. Peace, love, and other feelings of deep satisfaction,
Neal
17:25
26.8.02
g'day madam! What would the crisis afflicting your life today be?
12:36
25.8.02
see my parents negotiate their divorce has made me sympathixe more and more with my father. Before he had been an aloof force in my life; stepping on and breaking everything I held dear due to his poor vision, never knowing what kind of foods I eat, perpetually lame. Now I see love it him. Unabashed love. I pity him and how he wants the best. My mother, who I used to see as someone who at least had her stuff together has turned into more and more of a bitch; full of anger and hate. She has a loving an accepting side, but her tantrums are much more noticable. My father may be cheap, out of it, and generally the lamest figure in my life since mr rogers, he tries.
23:51
become enlightened here
00:23
24.8.02
the following are little stories and monologs I wrote while induring a stay at my aunt's house.....#1 .I like late at night or early in the morning because everyone is asleep. They could be dead, but I think they are probally just sleeping. Just sleeping!? Sleeping is a bloody waste of time. Time that could be spent....nevermind...I like the solitude.....#2 He was taught by his father that sex was something to hide. He was taught by his mother that sex is natural. He was taught by his peers how to not listen to his parents' bullshit. He smiled, lay back, and watched the moonlight dance on her pupils.....
#3...In between cushions stuck there is my head. If you don't get off it soon I will be dead....#4 I laughed all day in the sun.....
fleeting winter sun...
now come spring I am in tears....
#5....Bolts of the anger hit him like jolts of turbulence one feels in a plane, wondering if the next will send him plummeting into a sea of insanity. He wanted to get out, even if it meant hurling himself out of a car, flights down stairs. To leave, to escape her is all he wanted, all he could think of. She, she couldn't love, couldn't forgive his mistakes. He couldn't admit his wrongdoings. How could she forgive problems if he wouldn't admit to them? He was irresponsible. She was ruthless.
23:09
23.8.02
I am eating count chocula and thinking about cailin's prudence and how much fun I had last night and how I want to play more magic and how I am going to puke from all this cereal and tickling, and running
07:34
22.8.02
sittin in the hoohaa watching all the cool girls.....hey hey sucker dj's who think they're fly... cha cha cha... mmmm it's overcast I feel overcast...but I do have another free afternoon...score...the pool at camp where I work is imploding with all of the leaks in the pipes and the pool itself so I am exempt from work
11:57
If I were not a counselor there is something I'd rather be...If I were to a counselor a hit man me...and as you pass me by this is what I'd cry...
"A crowbar! YOUR FACE! How does that taste!??!?!"
11:48
goals....reconnect with my sensitive side, run 5k backward, run around the lake, make a tragedy with no death at all, make a non-mocking, creative comedy, do the monkey underwater, backwards and upside down, and learn to dance not only swing and cha cha and stuff like that but also ghetto dance, to get those cool records, to expose ronald for the fraudulent person he is, and to fall in love with the right girl at the right time
01:41
Frank started playing the drums with his feet.. it sounded bad, but it was really quite neat... Insomnia....= okay movie I would rather be cuddling up with a girl watching the original. American Movies these days are so devoid of creative thought that many instead of ripping of of American movies 50 years old rip of Foreign films only a few years old. It is sad that mainstream American movies have turned more and more crappy. I had a fun evening talking about what's wrong with girls, life, college, and marrage with my father. We saw Insomnia together. I now appreciate my grandmother more than before. some me: "you say I have a lot of potentilal, that means I have lots of work to do"
01:13
21.8.02
Brian~ thank you for introducing me to frank's not in the band anymore. I have resolved to memorize it. Today I road a bike 12 miles. ran 7 hills, and on the way contempated passion vs rationality. I tried to figure out which is better. I ended up compromising. Some of the greatest acheivements are made in a pure rational state, but without passion life blows. My life is gusty right now.
18:36
Tonight it was almost a full moon. The other day, on my way home from camp, I saw a run over no parking sign on the side of the road. I planned on getting it last evening, but I forgot and passed out. Tonight, I was not that foolish. First, my mother made me cough up where I was going and I did. She let me go anyway because of the time when I decided to run 16 miles to the nearby town of bloomfield and back from 11 pm to 1am to cheer up a friend, who by the time I arrived, had been cheered up by one of her neighbors. ANYway I headed out about quarter to 11pm. The moon was shining almost fully so it was the perfect night for theft of city property (what I had in mind anyway) I planned to sneak back through the woods with it to avoid being spotted so I would need lots of light to find my way. on my way out I decided to follow the road (I was wearing (and still am) running shorts) to avoid getting scraped up legs. about halfway up the first road a hissing noise exploded out of the darkness causing me to jump in fright. Looking over in the direction the noise camp from I saw that it was only a sprinkler. I continued on bravely walking the tree lined road. The trees created shadows stretching right out to the curb, ready to grab any unsuspection pedestrian and pull them into oblivion. Just then something jumped away in the dark. My eyes followed it to find it was only a black cat crossing my path (I'm not a supersitious person, but I am fearful). I kept walking. Rounding the bend I could swear I saw a human torso lying out in the middle of the road, glistening in the moonlight. I carefully approached it, ready to jump and flee at a heartbeat's notice until finding it was nothing but the moonlight glaring off the crack filler in the pavement. I hesistantly continued on past a decripit house and out to the sign. It was much heavier than I had imagined. Solid steel most likely. I could tell it would be diffulcult. proceding with caution I made it back down to road to a back of a farm. I waited, hiding in the shadows, until all was quiet and no cars were coming. Swiftly I got up, ran, and threw myself over a ditch and up an embankment leading to the fields. As I ran through the first moonlit field the terrain was fairly flat. The certain kind of grass that was growing didn't cut my legs but it all was soaked with dew. My already oversized sandals were becoming slippery with the moisture. I passed through a treeline to another field with shorter crop, but rougher ground. my feet would slip sideways if I moved to fast. Passing through another tree line I came to an overgrown field, bountiful with stinging neetles, prickly weeds, and brambles. Not only was the vegetation inhospitable, but the terrain was as well. I highsteped, fearing that I might land in a hole and twist my ankle. Once I got out of the field my legs were torn up pretty bad, but I didn't care. I was through the toughest part and was almost home. All I had to do was to get on the road and walk down it to my driveway. However, just a little ways away I tipped of a pair of dogs to my presence, started running and was spotted by the owner of the dogs, who was coming out to yell at them for yelping at nothing. I never looked back until safely down my drive. I have the sign. Sweet night.
00:50
I need a girl who laughs for no one else...when I'm away she leaves her makeup on the shelf...
00:20
20.8.02
Dear mother of God!!!!! I can see the floor of my room!
After many hours of hard manual labor (I labored harder and longer than my mother ever has...even when she was giving birth to sam, my little brother, who, although he is a twig now, at the time exceeded 11 lbs, but that is a different story) I gave birth to a clean room. You have no idea how messy it was before. I will paint a verbal picture to help. My clothes were everywhere around the house....on the floor in my room, in the bathroom, kitchen, billiards room, conservatory, ball, hall, lounge, and/or the driveway. All my school papers were on the floor. All the labratory animals were running wild....it just was a mess. Love, Neal
20:44
sweet I got rid of that nasty green!
18:15
c'mon work...
18:09
there is a fine line between not caring what others think and not caring for others
18:03
ahhh a beautiful afternoon inside with brandon.....materialism....I got a styx record the swan lake ballet record and burt bacarach plays his hits record....
brandon is being negative....more room cleaning to insue.....you mother is a hampster and your father smells of elderberries....Rosie...sister numbero uno is packing for college....Sam is befuddled mmm stories from vacation to follow...
14:20
19.8.02
if I were not a counselor there's something I'd rather be if I were not a counselor a ninja me and as you pass me by this is what'd I'd cry...
Slice, dice now you pay the price!
if I were not a counselor there's something I'd rather be if I were not a counselor a croc hunter me and as you pass me by this is what'd I'd cry...
Aie...she's a beauty....GET HER OFF ME LEG!!!
if I were not a counselor there's something I'd rather be if I were not a counselor a bum me and as you pass me by this is what'd I'd cry...
Rotten teeth, greasy hair, holes in my underwear
if I were not a counselor there's something I'd rather be if I were not a counselor a cheesemaker me and as you pass me by this is what'd I'd cry...
hmm I need help on this one...
22:26
father crappo... no records till next monday....only if I get out the trash
22:02
I am bothered I want to go to the academy to the mandatory meeting so I do not get in trouble. I will get in trouble. If not with coach with Cailin because I told her it was mandatory and yet I failed to go. Stop raining please.
20:16
I seek no approval from others wherein I seek in from myself
20:06
new good cheese must go worthless meeting about not doing drugs or breaking peoples' faces to attend peace
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