:: Monday, April 18, 2005 ::

[23:02:22] Floydthebarber: so today in environmental science we are talking about toxins
[23:02:24] Rocksteady: in vegas
[23:02:28] NightsB: what the fuck
[23:02:32] NightsB: i hope you playued that shit
[23:02:35] Floydthebarber: and mrs cobb says 'what are some of the ways we test the safety of some toxins'
[23:02:37] Rocksteady: it was cool, the funny thing is the moment i saw it i knew ud want it
[23:02:38] NightsB: that game is kik ass
[23:02:39] Rocksteady: ya dude
[23:02:42] NightsB: kick
[23:02:42] Floydthebarber: and somebody says 'animal testing'
[23:02:50] Floydthebarber: and the yuppies gasp and say nooooooooooo quietly to themselves
[23:03:00] Rocksteady: i was like wow this arcade sucks and low and behold it had it
[23:03:02] Rocksteady: whats it called again?
[23:03:06] NightsB: sonic the fighters
[23:03:08] Floydthebarber: and then mrs cobb starts talking and says "what are some alternatives to using animals in testing?"
[23:03:11] Rocksteady: ok ya
[23:03:15] Floydthebarber: and i shout "POOR PEOPLE!!!!!" really loudly
[23:03:28] Floydthebarber: i had been half asleep and i piped up really loud and a billion girls got really mad at me
[23:03:29] Rocksteady: all i need from an arcade is ms. pac-man and im set though
[23:03:31] Rocksteady: i can play that for hours
[23:03:31] Floydthebarber: then i laid back down
[23:03:40] NightsB: the arcade in the city has a ms pac man machine
[23:03:44] NightsB: they have tons of old machines
[23:03:47] NightsB: they have donkey kong jr :)
[23:03:49] Rocksteady: ya no one plays them anymore
[23:03:49] Floydthebarber: everybody thinks I am an asshole in there, but they do not understand my comedic genius
[23:03:52] Rocksteady: thats cool
[23:04:06] NightsB: i think you're funny floyd, i would have said something similar
[23:04:10] Floydthebarber: man i wonder who has a Street Fighter II arcade IN THERE HOUSE!?!!?
[23:04:12] Floydthebarber: heh
[23:04:14] YAY the sims 2 for the ds ! http://ds.ign.com/articles/605/605207p1.html
[23:04:18] NightsB: hey i wonder fuck you

man, I love Internet.

:: Floydthebarber 4/18/2005 11:05:00 PM (0) comments [+] ::
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Hardy har har, I should be sleeping. I took a nap today though so the late-night sleepyness induced around midnight hasn't hit me. Also it's only 11 and not midnight. I think I'll ramble around in here until I feel sleepy.

You know what James loves? Free shit from the internet. As a matter of fact, my nintendo manniquen (mannequin? manniequein? Let's see what google says...yeah mannequin) hand should here on tuesday, and I can't wait for all of the WACKY hijinks we'll be doing... check out Touchingisgood.com if you're confused on what i'm talking about. Keeping in this paragraph's theme of free stuff, my free pack of Skyy vodka playing cards came today. They're pretty nice cards, with the cards of each suit having different drinking recipies on them. I think they'll come in handy in about a year and a half. Whoops, I mean, I would never drink in college EVER NEVER until I am 21. So yeah, I love free stuff. I don't love the 20 tons of free college stuff though.

School? Nobody who reads this cares about school. They announced junior marshalls today, and I'm not one! Not that that isn't expected, but dad was always bothering me about how to become a junior marshall and I didn't even know what the fuck they are. Apparently it means you have an education penis++ and get to walk around with a balloon one day and stand around at graduation. I wish I was that smart! Numbers mean jack shit though. Except on my SAT...I got it back and did pretty well! 1990, out of the new score 2400. 630 math (I'm ashamed of this and want to bring it up), 700 reading (now that I am proud of), and 660 writing (pretty good considering I didn't even completely finish my essay and I got a 10/12 with it). I really should consider being a journalist or a writer or something. My mind doesn't work like an author or storyteller though; I can't think up all those little intricate story caveats that make the great authors great. I can appreciate it, but I can't think it up myself. Maybe I should read more.

When the house was staaaaanding. I want to fix up my Street Fighter II arcade. I hope I get hired later by REI. I need to find other places to apply to. I hope I can go to n-meet. I think my carwash will go fine this weekend and I will do the project in May, and it will be one of the biggest reliefs of my life. I should start studying for the APES AP exam, and reviewing my Schafer notes for AP US History. I need to bust my ass to keep an A in Computer Science III/IV (It's an 89 but she SAYS she'll treat it like an honors by raising everybody a letter grade; so far she's raised people by 3 points, and that's not a god damn letter grade. I will raise hell slash be nice as fuck to her to get an A out of that class if I end up with a 91/92 like I did in CS I/II. I finally got delete to work (with probably 50 lines too much code) but fuck, it works! That makes three of us in class.

I shouldn't have lit that stick of incense. I am so glad Daisy didn't croak today; I'm glad I did what I felt was the right thing and called her to make sure. That stupid fucking ionic breeze keeps buzzing like it's dirty, but I just cleaned it. I think Mario broke it when he ran into it. I should go to sleep but I'm not tired. I should be nicer to Megan but I'm not done coaching myself to not be an asshole. I should end this post with some HILARIOUS picture, since text is always boring:

EEEYEEEEEAHHH my two loves; pink floyd, physics, and oh shit three AND LIL JON RAP.

:: Floydthebarber 4/14/2005 11:02:00 PM (0) comments [+] ::
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Hi there. I've been talking about all the things I want to talk about in this blog with other people for the past half hour or so, so forgive my briefness on some matters of discussion. I would just paste various AIM conversations to make it easier, but that would be an insult to the art that is blogging. I think this edition I'll stick with the "write random paragraphs that vaguely congeal thoughts together" method.

Funeral. As I'm sure most of you know, I went to my great-grandma Freeman's funeral this weekend. She was 82 and lived a long, complete, and happy life... it was just time for her to go. I'm really glad she's with grampa Freeman now, where she belongs. The ceremony was quite touching. It was at Forrestville Methodist church. Now you see, this church cannot physically hold more than 100 people. This is your bona-fide little country church. One of the pews has my great-great-grandfather, John Henry Freeman's, name on it. Anyways, I loved how personal it was; the whole thing was rather celebratory of her life and uplifting, but I teared up when the minister opened the floor to the audience so various people could tell little stories about grandma Dot. They were all terribly beautiful and touching stories, mostly funny, mostly sweet, all memorable and very awesome. I was a pall bearer ( a dude that carries the casket for you people that haven't attended a funeral, which is apparently most of you), but it was raining, so there was no outdoor service, we just took the casket to the grave and let the workers finish the job of lowering it in.

Funerals actually aren't terribly sad for me in particular regards to the person dying; they just make me think of other people I love very much that are still alive that I will hate to see go, like my Nana. That kept making me tear up just thinking of losing various relatives, so I concentrated damn hard on the pretty stained glass window and g-grandma and how happy she is now. You learn a lot about your own life and the timespan and genearl course of life from a funeral; they aren't always a negative experience.

One interesting side note is children at funerals. Sally Anne and Madison were there (my cousins) and they're each 5. They understood that "great uncle david's mommy had died" but they clearly didn't really know what it meant to look in the casket, see great-grandma, and realize she wasn't going to wake up again (at least with us here on earth). I think it's one of the later concepts a kid learns, around 7-8. I remember going to grandaddy bodenheimer's funeral in 1998 or 1999 and hell, even at 11-12 I still wasn't completely devastated. I think that's a different thing though, since it was more like "death is really sad, but I didn't know grandaddy bodenheimer so much that i would bawl". I knew him pretty well; we had christmas in red springs and I remember playing around in the furniture store while my dad and he sorted out carolina football tickets. I remember going to games with him and such. I don't know why I didn't cry so much at that funeral. Maybe I did and I just don't remember; remember folks, I have a shitty memory. That funeral was harder than this one because my Dad and Nana were pretty hard hit by it... one of the most prominent memories of my childhood is helping my Nana into her car. She has Multiple Sclerosis, so I've been doing that for years. But I remember helping her into her car that day and she was hugging me saying "oh james, i don't have a daddy anymore..." yeah, that was tough. This funeral wasn't so tough. Hell, even grandma Dot said herself she didn't want a sad funeral, and by God, we didn't give her one.

I was going to talk about something else in regards to the funeral. That's right, afterwards. After g-grandpa died in 2002, g-grandma went to live in myrtle beach with my g-uncle david, so their house stayed abandoned basically for 2-3 years. Nobody obviously lives there anymore, so they essentially left a houseful of memories behind. About 10 of us proceeded to open up cabinet and dresser drawers, some that had things that hadn't been touched in 25 years, and find little sentimental items that meant something to us and took them home. It's better to let the stuff go to family members to whom it actually means something; and besides, that's what they would have wanted. It was the oddest thing though, going through every nook and cranny in an empty house looking for things. I'll just go through a list of some of the funny/cool things I found while looking around: g-grandpa's masonry stuff (as in the masons the sekrat society masons), various old man attire like suspenders, pants, button down shirts, combs, handkerchiefs, hats, canes, cufflinks, etc, an old Brownie camera, too many photos to count, those cool wooden hangers that clam and hold up pants, a leather key-holder, etc. A lot of g-grandma's stuff was already at the beach (since she's lived there for the last 3 years), but my mother and other ladies found things of hers that brought back memories and they took home; mom found some nice depression glass and tabletop doiley things that appeared to be handmade family heirlooms. We don't know who made them though, which is a shame... that along with many things was lost to history when they both passed away. It was rather odd really, if my great-uncle david didn't know what something was, who was in such and such a photo, or the story behind something, it seemed nobody knew... we should archive that sort of stuff for family history. There was lots of cool history in that house for a quaint little poor farming family. One of the coolest things dad found was a ledger book g-grandpa had kept track of his expenses from 1954-1960 in. I mean everything; "$1.27 spent on groceries, april 13 1957... sold 4 shares of AT&T stock for $27.48 on such and such 1958"... it was really cool to look at, dad took it home. We also found some weird stuff, like great-grandpa's wallet... do you ever think of things like that? all those little personal effects we leave when we die... I mean, your wallet. You can learn a lot from a man's wallet... just a funny thing to think about.

So uh yeah, there's two things I didn't mention. One is that hat of g-grandpa's that I found and took:



it's a really fucking sweet hat. I'm totally wearing it to prom.

Oh yes, and I was talking with my uncle david, and i'll just paste what I said to ryan here since i've said it like 9347502398457 times:

mr mOo237: OH RYAN
mr mOo237: ANOTHER BIG BIG ANNOUNCEMENT
mr mOo237: so I was talking to my great aunt wanda
mr mOo237: the one married to my great uncle who is the brother of said "richard/grandad/whatever'
mr mOo237: and i was talking about how i'm saving up for a car
FlameingSink: lol yeah
mr mOo237: and she' like "oh a car??? we're trying to get rid of ours"
mr mOo237: sorry i got interrupted by april
mr mOo237: story continues
mr mOo237: so I'm all "really what car"
mr mOo237: and she's like "david's old benz"
mr mOo237: now i know this benz
mr mOo237: it's AWESOME
mr mOo237: it's a 1984 benz 300D
mr mOo237: d is for diesel
mr mOo237: power windows
mr mOo237: power locks
mr mOo237: SHOULDERSTRAPS

mr mOo237: !
mr mOo237: and a sunroof 8-)
FlameingSink: lol cool
mr mOo237: and i think most of them are leather seats but that'd just be like icing
mr mOo237: SO
mr mOo237: the only thing it needs is a paintjob but not that badly
mr mOo237: SO
mr mOo237: I ask her how much they want for it
FlameingSink: ask ryan
FlameingSink: he'll custom paint something for you
mr mOo237: "1000? 500? more?" "honey we can do that or that... hell we'll give it to you, and you don't have to make payments until after COLLEGE. i'm dead serious, we want it gone"
mr mOo237: and my jaw is like *DROP*
FlameingSink: oh that's awesome
mr mOo237: the only thing it needs is a battery then we can come pick it up from myrtle beach
mr mOo237: yeah
mr mOo237: i saw one on ebay with a bit nicer paintjob for like $2500 starting
mr mOo237: family is awesome lol
mr mOo237: i need to find a weekend to go get it
mr mOo237: man we shall have the blazin' benz: resurrection
FlameingSink: lol
FlameingSink: give it to david
FlameingSink: louuuuuule
mr mOo237: heh
mr mOo237: http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&rd=1&item=4539908125&category=6330 basically this
FlameingSink: yeah that's pretty cool
FlameingSink: :-D
mr mOo237: fuck yeah
FlameingSink: you'll still be driving a boat
FlameingSink: but it's like
mr mOo237: sup sunroof buddy 8-)
FlameingSink: a yacht
mr mOo237: haha yeah
mr mOo237: hahaha
mr mOo237: dude it gets 20+ mpg
mr mOo237: and
mr mOo237: when we run out of petroleum, i can run on peanut oil
FlameingSink: lol
FlameingSink: this is true
mr mOo237: haha i'll be ridin' on.........14s

so yeah, i'm excited about that. What else has happened this weekend. OH FUCK YES UNC BEAT MSU CHAMPIONSHIP GAME MONDAY NIGHT WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I watched it with megan... such a great game. I know we can win monday.

So uh yeah, I went to megan's monday night and messed around here doing a big of merit badge work until the afternoon when I went over to megan's for the evening... we listened to mitch hedberg RIP. also RIP pope, he was a nice dude. man everybody died this week. also johnny cochran and doubtless others I haven't mentioned.

Okay I think I've typed enough. Peace.

:: Floydthebarber 4/03/2005 10:03:00 PM (2) comments [+] ::
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