A Calm In The Storm

Light Breaks Through

My picture of Kevin went over very well the other day. There will be more pictures like that coming to a blog serving as an online journal near you.

Today I saw The Grudge and Saw. The Grudge was the worst horror movie since The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, the original. Saw was really really good. It had Peter Kingsley from 24:2. It was really one of the best horror movies ever. I suggest that everybody goes and sees it. You will never guess how the movie ends, just to let you know. It is seriously one of my favorite horror movies, right behind The Hannibal Lecter Trilogy, always a fav.

Drove around forever yesterday looking for a barber. Seriously we went across the galaxy. Finally my Dad found one. Barbers are really dying out. The art of being a barber seems to be lost. That's sad cause there's nothing better than a good old fashioned barber shop hair cut.

Congrats to Spencer, Josh, Nathan, et. al. for their Science Olympiad victory. Very happy for all of you. Obviously, you all did a fantasic job.

Well, that's all I have for tonight folks. Talk to you in the morning.

Preston

Hail....Kevin?

Fuhrer Kevin


Early this week I brought to you a story that Kevin was in fact a Nazi. And that's right! Ladies and gentlemen, straight for Hitler's Nazi Germany is Kevin Gosztola. Remember that we brought it to you first. Here you see a rare photograph of the Nazi in uniform. I was first alerted to this news by the fact that Kevin had at least ten Nazi marches from World War II, even a techno remix of Hitler speaking. It is probably one of the most bizarre things Kevin has ever done.

On a better note, I'm tired so I'm going to bed.

Have a good night.

Preston

The Sea Still Rises

Tsunami

Well, today did not go very well. It started with Ms. Nash calling me down to the office. She wanted to take my statement. I wrote it on a piece of paper and signed it. Then my mom, who was supposed to meet with her was late. They would not let the two women be in the same room, trying to force out one of them to say the other child cheated. In Isabel's conference, Ms. Nash threatened Isabel's six weeks grade if they continue to pursue. Isabel's mom threatened to take Isabel out of the school system. In my conference my mom was told that there was no way that I could have not known that Isabel was going to cheat on her paper. So I have to fail. Well, my mom's charge for this matter has hit the dust so I called my dad. He said that he'd make some phone calls and work on it. I hope this works.

In German today we had Taste of Germany. It was pretty good for the most part. Spencer brought some cheese, I brought some sausage and I don't really remember who brought the rest. History was pretty boring today. For some reason people that they needed the outline of the test a week before we were going to take it. That was pretty gay. In math we had a test, it was pretty easy. I was happy about that. Isabel and I went to see Mr. Caldrone during lunch. He told us that we should just back down and forget about it. I am not a cheater so I refuse to do so.

I am going to my Dad's this weekend, for what will hopefully be a relaxing one. I just want to get away from all of this drama right now.

More later tonight.

Preston

Echoing Footsteps

Drawn to the Loadstone Rock

Today in English it did not go too well. Mrs. Bottorff shot Isabel and I down. She says that we are both going to fail. With no other options left I told Mrs. Bottorff everything. She says that she had to put too much pressure on me to get what happened out of me so she does not know if she is going to cut me a break yet. If we both get no credit for the paper I will have a C+ and Isabel will have a B-. This is not over yet. The echoing foosteps are marching onward to victory. Both of our mothers are having a conference with Mrs. Bottorff, Mr. Caldrone, and Ms. Nash tomorrow at 0800. I do not want to be in that room. Actually Isabel and I have elected not to be in the room tomorrow. If they want us, they know where we will be.

Pogo is back up and running. Again, I thank all of you for your support during this tough time for me. I am back with a vengence to kick some Euchre ass. Catch me in a Pogo Euchre room near you. Fucking bastards! I'll beatcha all!

Prom has brought up some interesting thoughts. Carpe diem.

That's all for tonight.

Preston

The Track Of A Storm

La Guillotine

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..." Life is not without its ironies, is it? Fancy how the book A Tale of Two Cities seems to becoming a reality before our eyes. The Isabel and I go to testify in front of Mrs. Bottorff. Hopefully that will go well. Our (Isabel's and mine) want to raise some hell with Mrs. Bottorff. This is not the first time that Mrs. Bottorff has accused somebody for cheating. This is not the first time that Isabel has been accused of cheating. I do not blame Isabel for this unfortunate turn of events. I just wish that it will all go away with a verdict in our favor. If it does not I fear what reprecussions will occur from both of our parents. It will not be pretty, whatever it is in which will happen. We must remember, through this course of events that the system prevails with fair justice for all. Isabel and I have the truth on our side and that will provide the victory for us. We have done nothing wrong and therefore deserve no punishment. If the system fails us, however, we will meet our fate with La Guillotine. We must remember though "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest I go to than I have ever known."

Preston

It's Getting Harder and Harder to Breathe

Suffication

The English situation is making life seem more a and more like that. Evidentally I didn't see the warning label before I handed off my paper. Actually I'm sufficating. I am gasping for air. I am trying more and more to breathe one last breath before I get sucked in for the count. I just hope that this will all blow over. We do have one thing on our side: the truth. I believe in the system and that it will work justice for all. We see Bottorff tomorrow. Wish us luck....we're going to need it.

Biology was as predicted. We took a lot and I mean a lot of notes. But whatever (that's for Patti). "An American Badger, sometimes called the badger..." Yea, that's a line that Mr. Man said today. That man needs some serious help. But whatever.

Moving on, as predicted, I got a concerned phone call today. I wish to make a formal appology here on my blog serving as a live journal. This appology is due to my last entry about Allison. Allison is...Allison is a very good friend. I was wrong to say that I did not care about what she thought because I do. I do not appologize for writing what I wrote. I wish for Allison and I to improve our friendship to be something that will grow and prosper for years to come. But as Allison mentioned in her comment, that will take the effort of both parties. It is clear to me now that Allison wishes to extend the olive branch in my direction. Therefore, I will be more than willing to accept that olive branch and make a conscious effort to be friends with her. It is only necessary that I explain my actions of stating the complaint of her complaints. I wrote them and proceeded to come into Biology acting like I wanted to be friends because that is the case. I want to be friends with Allison. Others of you know more. Same policy as before about all of that concerning this. Anyway, I am sure that our relationship will be nothing but an unbreakable one. Again, I am sorry for writing what I did because I care very much about Allison, both as a person and as a friend.

I know that there are a few of you that are concerned out there. I am making in through my withdrawl from Euchre on Pogo.com fairly well. I only have one day remaining until I can play again. This has been a real battle for me. I thank each of you that has stayed with me through my rehab and probation.

About that whole "Kevin is a Nazi." comment. I will explain more this weekend.

That's all for tonight. Have a good night guys and thanks for reading.

Preston

Failure Is Not An Option

Failure

Today is end game for the English thing. I have been called for cheating on my Tale of Two Cities paper. Now, the truth of the matter, to make it clear to all of you who feel differently, here is the real deal. I finished my paper days before the paper was actually do to the instructor. I sent my paper to a few people as examples and starting points for their own. I specifically told Isabel that I would not help her with her paper. After she relentlessly called me that night I told her that I would send her my paper and my spark notes so that she would have something to go off of. She specifically told me that she did not want to look at my paper. So she called me once again. I told her the basic points of my paper. If words were left unchanged that is not my fault. She didn't know that I was reading lines from my paper. As Spencer so nicely put it "It's 80-20." I do not feel that I am totally at fault for this. We will see how this goes over later today. Isabel and I are going to English after school to tell Mrs. Bottorff the truth about the situation. We never lied about the situation before we just didn't tell the whole truth.

Today was actually pretty good. In German we had some bs assignments. I pissed Ericka off a bit. I do not understand why she has to get all angry all of the time. She's such an easy target. If she would move or something she'd be harder to hit. But whatever. History was really fun because Mr. Cannoot wasn't there. We had to watch this gay movie on Teddy Roosevelt. The sub fell asleep. Then I'm in gay math. GAY !! GAY!! GAY!! I don't even remember what we learned about but whatever. I'll just fail this class to. Not really it's actually easy.

At lunch today there was some confrontation at the lunch table that I usually eat at so I decided to cede from the table all together. The Pope's Children, Barbie and Josh, were force feeding each other. It was pretty nasty. It was like "Here comes the airplane into the runway. Open wide." It was pretty sick all around. They really need to like break up or leave or something cause it's pretty nasty. Then Allison...

This is not the first time that I have written about Allison on my online journal set up through a blog but those really have never been negative. I have posted that I wish we were better friends are such. But that was the extent of my complaints about her. Actually, I usually have only nice things to say about Allison but Allison needs to quit complaining. She complains about the same like eight things over and over again. It's like an action figure that won't stop making noise. They are:

1. Prom
2. Lester
3. Tanning
4. Guys
5. Friends
6. Diet
7. School
8. Parents
and after this:
9. Me, Preston

If life sucks so much just quit. That's what I did. Now I am doing this knowing that it is going to be read and knowing that I am going to get called a "jerk" and what not. But see the thing is I don't really care. I really don't. Allison doesn't care about anything that I have to say until I say something bad. She doesn't talk to me via IM or the phone or even at school. So I really don't care that she'll go out over comments that reflect negatively about her. So please, just save the whining for one of the first eight on the list, perhaps it'll get some more use.

Biology should be pretty boring today. Mr. Man is probably going to make us work on our questions from out of the book even though we already have them done. He's a pretty bad teacher. He's a really nice person, should probably be nominated for sainthood. But that man is a pretty terrible teacher.

Well that's all for now. More later. Good commenting people. Keep it up.

Preston.

Ps. Kevin is a Nazi, more later. -PJ

"Your Account Has Been Temporarily Suspended."

Pogo Sucks

Yep. Last night I got a rude awakening that I cannot cuss people out on the world renowned Pogo.com game site and get away with it anymore. I guess somebody reported me for cussing them out over being stupid or beating me. This is more than mildly irritating because now I have nothing to do for 72 hours. That is three whole days of math without any games. How could this happen!?! I don't really care actually. My score is a solid 1571. I am almost at an advanced rating at euchre. So whatever. I'll be back and ready to kick some euchre ass after my probation is up.

I am in math right now. She just went off on some tangent that 0^0 is 0, 1, or infinite. It was quite interesting. She just called Mr. Davidson's student teacher a moron, basically. It really doesn't matter because that is not what we are learning. I also have nothing to do during seminar today. That sucks too. Maybe I will actually do my math homework now.....or not. Who knows. lol Anatomy is going to be gay today. I already know that. I don't need to even show up to understand that at all. He is going to try to go over gay notes that we have already been over with the substitute teacher, who was the best sub in the world ever. English should be fun.

Well, I'm going to get going and actually pretend to learn. More later.

Preston

Time Is Running Out!

24

By far the greatest television program on the face of the planet. Jack Bauer is my personal hero. If there is ever a time that I need rescued all I want is Jack Bauer to come and get me. He's a counter terrorist animal. I highly suggest that everybody watch it.

School was not as exciting as I thought it was going to be. Mr. Man decided not to ignore the situation in out class. That's midly irritating. But whatever. History was really boring as always. Mr. Canoot was upset cause I didn't want to stay in my group. Oops? I don't really care. Math was good today and German was pretty good too. We get to have a Tase of Germany. That's pretty good. I'm bringing cheese. So that's cool.

I went to Allison's after school today. We did her owl pellet. We talked about some stuff. Allison is... I'm not going to say. For all of you that already know what I am going to say then you deserve to know. Those of you who don't well....don't deserve to know lol. Sorry, that's just how it has to be. I just wish that some things are different.

That's all for today. Comment people!

Preston

The War Of The Worlds

Alien

Things are really good. About time too. I don't want to be arrogant about it just incase I jinx it.

Last night Spencer, Josh, and I went to Allison's to play cards. It was probably the slowest game of euchre EVER. But it was still fun. Then we went downstairs and I was totally embarassed when I asked about Allison's dead dog. I totally forgot about that. I'm still so sorry about that. Then we spoke about religion. Religion is a funny thing. Like I know what I believe but I don't know what religion I am. It's tricky. Though some claim I have, I have never said that God did not exist. Even if I questioned it I wouldn't say it due to the fact that I am scared shitless what would happen if I didn't believe in God. I mean He is the one that created everything and has the power to take it right back just that fast. Then Josh had to leave so Spencer, Allison, and I went to her room and talked some more about that, politics, and water beds. Spencer and I went home sometime around 1ish and I went to bed. In an alternate reality (my dream last night) this is what happened.

It was before Spencer and I went to Allison's last night. We were like approaching the railroad tracks when the power to the whole city went out. We didn't see a train coming so we went around the power less arms. Then we figured that we should probably head back cause the power still wasn't on. It starts to rain. We're about half way there and the power comes back. So we get to Spencer's house and we go to get into his back door and he has a bag in his trunk and he gets it out. So we walk up the stairs of your porch and there are three dead aliens laying there. We hear something rattling inside the house and his mom yelling. So he throws me the bag to unlock the door. Then we hear something run up the side of the house toward the garage. It's an alien. Like the traditional black eyes, big head, short, green. It turns to where we are and has a look like "o shit!" on it's face. I smacked it with the back and it was down. So we dragged the bodies into the house and locked them in a room. Then I guess his mom was chasing one of them that got into the house around the house with a broom. So we took care of that one and put it with the others. That's the end. It was pretty weird.

Comment people! That's all for now.

Preston