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Wednesday, February 26, 2003
10:52 PM
10:51 PM
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Time for some postage
Let's start with last nite, shall we? Confusing. Depressing. Fun. Wierd. Random.
What's a {straight} guy to do when he has two girls all to himself, all over him, for a whole nite, watching a movie on one of their beds, and all they can talk about is "Who could we hook Tyler up with?", or "Ooh! Lets curl your hair!"... how depressing is that? And how about the game we played, called "Practice Your Seduction Skills on Tyler"....... that's not a fun game when its just a game! Well, not that I hated it, but..... Maybe they think I'm gay. But they obviously know better! That is impossible....... but why else would they tease me like that? That is just mean. I really had alot of fun, and I must say I am still a pretty lucky guy, but it really was a great evening. Meaningful conversations actually happened, and I just really enjoyed myself, and was able to be open and just whatever. With the 2 people I was with, it was the first time in a while that I have actually felt such a connection... y'know what I mean? This is on completely on a platonic level that I am talking about now.... There is definitely something different and special with those 2 people. So my reasoning is, "I'm single, they're both single (and beautiful), I enjoy myself with them, they seem to enjoy my company, after talking about what we each want in a relationship, it seems to match up pretty well, so WHYTHEHELLNOT?"
Well, here's the reasons why not. (to go out with either one of them)
1. girl#1 just "broke up" with a very serious boyfriend very recently
2. girl#2 kinda "likes" one of my friends....
3. they both seem to express no interest in a relationship
4. girl#2 is 14 years old... but she really doesn't seem or act that young at all...
5. girl#2 had a bad break up with one of my friends this year....that would be wierd
6. i'm sure there are more reasons, but whatever..... it's just kinda depressing
So! That was kinda wierd, but fun. Oh, also I got up this morning and hung out with them again at solo and ensemble contest... I got to go play on the playground where I grew up, at my old stompin' grounds, Raguet Elementary. It was really neat. "I wish I was six again...." - John Mayer. I had this wierd feeling that my younger self was right there, playing around right where I was, because I could completely remember everything, and the feeling of being young... it was like maybe in one thoughtful, enlightening moment, the 8 year old Tyler stopped while playing and thought, "Whoa, maybe someday when I'm older, I'll come back and visit the playground!", and then there I was! I connected with my inner child.
Wow, how poetic...... anyways......
Oh, I mentioned Solo and Ensemble.... yes, my ensemble got a second division... ohwell, it was a rip off... that was the hardest song ever, and I actually thought we did pretty well..... the judge must not have very good taste.... but my Solo got a 1! Even though my accompanist completely bobbled her solo, and so I got lost, and we both butchered the last measure....... but the judge said, "Not bad! That's the best I've heard all day!"....... I guess that was a good sign.....
Johnboiles; thank you for the new clean messageboard. Email me.
Well, I guess that's about all. Ooh! I haven't talked to Mika all week. Go me. And I did talk to Emily tonite.... I'm not mad anymore, it doesn't even matter. We resolved not to talk about Mika between each other at all though....... that is a good thing.
Class rank: 9
woohoo! I'm still hanging in there!
Blue October CD, "History for Sale", is released finally! But I can't find a copy anywhere :(
Well, I have to be at work in 6 hours, so maybe I'll go catch a few winks.
2:10 AM
Monday, February 17, 2003
Weekend news update:
Valentine's Day: Nothing. Talked to Paulina for an hour (wierd), went to a dumb old person thing at our church, then drove around with Jennyin and Kodi for a while, until we were completely sure that there is NOTHING TO DO IN THIS TOWN! Just felt like we had to double check, or something. Came home, eventually went to sleep (3am).
Saturday: Woke up at 11:30 I think. That was nice. I didn't do anything. Dane came by. I practiced la trompeta for a while. Went to work at four, came home at 9. Called Katie Jarboe (yes, random, I know). She decided to come over and be bored with me. So we did just that. We watched TV til midnite... boringboring. Food network, none the less...
Sunday: Woke up at 7am, went to work (after a detour to Emily's apartment - the lions made me do it, I swear!), and stayed there all day until 8:30 at nite. That's 13 hours of Schlotszky's. ACK. Emily was pissing me off so bad. She has just been rubbing me the wrong way. (not in a literal sense...) She just gripes me out for random things, and thinks that the world revolves around her, and doesn't do any work. Blah. And I'm bitter because she is still Mika's friend, and in a way she rubs that in my face.... Speaking of Mika.... whatabitch. She was in town this weekend, or so I'm told. She didn't tell me, she lied to me when I talked to her this weekend so that I wouldn't know where she was, and she hung out with Erik, Becca, Emily, Amelia, Kevin BALENGER! She says she's mad at me (when I talked to her on the phone after she already got back home) because:
"I tell everyone in Nacogdoches about the things that she does in Arkansas, and try to ruin her reputation, and she doesn't trust me, and she didn't want to see me because she was pissed at me, and doesn't want to talk to me, because I'll tell Emily all about it, or Becca, or something....."
a) if you're going to do those nasty things, that is your decision, and sometimes there are things you have to deal with!
b) Yes, I told Emily a few things, but nothing that she wouldn't have heard from Mika anyways.
c) Becca is her best friend, she should know what's going on in Mika's life.....
d) Not like I have cruel intentions when I told those 2 people a couple of things..... sheesh....... and yes, it was 2 people!
that's all....... that's where it stands, and my plan is to leave her alone. obviously she is not my friend if she can't get over something like that to come say hi to me at least..... maybe I'll call her in a few months
So, that little portion of my life crumbled (Mika, Becca, Emily...)
What's left...lets see.....hmmmm........
anyways, I'm ready to leave Nacogdoches, anybody else???
Revelation: My level of depression is inversely proportional to the amount of social interaction. In other words my happiness correlates to my social fun-ness. In other words, bored=depressed fun=happy
I guess that's not really a revelation at all.
Revelation #2: A language is about communication, not technicality. English is no exception. If I say something, and you understand me, well good for you, and yay for me. I can speak English. If I write a book, and no one can really understand what I mean, then I am a failure, and I can not communicate. But if I write something that communicates with the majority of readers, be it English, be it ebonics, be it Spanglish, or even absolute nonsense, I can communicate! Screw grammar! Down with the adverbial subordinating conjunction! To take it a step farther, it doesn't even have to include words! It's called art (including music). It doesn't have to be typical. It doesn't have to be aesthetically "pleasing", or generic, or typical, or "cookiecutter"..... It should communicate. End of story, don't even ask what brought that on......... UP YOURS, MRS JOHNSON!!!!!!!!
So, back to revelation #1...... Valentine's Day, and ISS were pretty depressing. As are many nights and weekends here lately, nothing to do, nobody to do anything with, nobody who cares..... that's OK, I can pretend like Blogger.com cares.
*TO DO LIST*
catch up on calculus that I don't understand
same with spanish
learn how to speak spanish
learn how to speak Italian (hell, why not?)
read another book
earn enough money to fix my A/C
earn enough money to get new tires
earn enough money to pay all other debts
get a girlfriend
find a college
register for ACT
blog (oh, got that in progress)
ignore mika and emily
get a raise
go to bed
my mind swirls upon thinking of how many of those things I have not done.......... blehhhgggggggggg........
1:50 AM
Friday, February 14, 2003
OK, I'm over it, and I'm finally out of ISS
I'm a free man
In more than one sense..... seeing as how it is Valentine's Day, and I'm sitting at home
blah
singleness
I'm not so sure if I like it anymore... not like it's completely my choice...
wow, ISS is scary. I did see some people that I hadn't seen in a long time! So that's what happened to all those people who were always in trouble in elementary school. Funny. And I met a few more mexicans in there. Yepyep... I finished a Hemingway book in 2 days..... failed all my calculus quizzes.... wrote a couple of songs... yep, those are my achievements.
Well, gotta go! My hot date is waiting for me!
J/K!!!!
5:39 PM
Friday, February 07, 2003
I am really afraid of my own anger.
My car broke down, Thursday afternoon. No big deal. Push it off the road onto a side street. Whatever.... Wouldn't start, after trying all afternoon. Pain in the butt, but I'm just fine.... That was all yesterday, but here is today.
Tried my car in the morning. Still wouldn't start, AND my battery died. Spanish. Turns out we have a big test that I completely didn't know about and was totally unprepared for. It sucked. I only got half way through with it. English. Watched a stupid Macbeth movie, and Mrs Johnson got all indignant about me sitting on the floor, just because she doesn't like me. Oh, also failed a test in there.....
After school.... remember the fence issue (previous post). Today, Patrick and I walked through the "construction area" (which consists of lots of grass, and a few 4 inch deep holes) and through several open fences and gates and when we were 20 feet from the parking lot, right next to his car, our dear friend Mrs. Wonderbitch....oops, I mean Mrs. Davis..... stopped us..... here's what I remember of the conversation:
"Excuse me! Sirs! Stop right now, you're going to have to go all the way back, because you walked through the construction zone, and through our fences like you've been instructed not to do."
"But our car is right over there..."
"I don't care! You deliberately went where we told you not to, and you're going to have to go back and walk the correct way to the parking lot."
"What if we came from around the fire house, and not through the "construction area"?"
"I saw you, and no you did not! I don't care, turn around, y'all can't come this way!"
"Wh--"
"NO! Turn around sir, everyone back there is going to have to go back too."
"*mumble mumble mumble* *curse curse curse*"
So then went back through the fence she told us to, and tried to then head towards the parking lot, via another route thru the softball fields.... But she yelled at everyone to go all the way back to the high school, where we came from, walk to the other side of the campus, by the tennis courts, and then proceed to the parking lot. So, everyone cussed her out, I flicked her off, we all groaned, and went our way. When we finally did get to the parking lot, 10 minutes later, she pulled by in her truck and asked me what my name was. I shrugged and got into Patrick's car, and we drove off.
From there, we headed to the place where I left my dead car, but found it gone. Turns out the police had it towed to my house this morning, at a charge of $85. Great. So, I got home, car's still dead, I'm $85 out, and then Mrs. Davis called my house and left a message.
"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Johnston... This is Julie Davis at the high school, and I wanted to let you know that I had a problem with Tyler today after school. Him and several other students were walking through the restricted construction zone, where they have been told not to walk, posing a safety hazard, trying to get to the parking lot. I told them to turn around and take the correct route, and your son "flipped the bird" at me after walking off, and trying to go through the construction zone again. When I confronted him at the parking lot he refused to tell me his name, and he left. I wanted to let you know that we are not going to stand for this, and there will be a meeting with you all on Monday morning about what happened. Thank you, byebye."
wooo... bullshit
So this afternoon when I got home, I really was afraid to touch anything or do anything because I would probably break it or something.
I am a very happy person, usually. It takes alot to really get me mad. I mean, the whole car dying thing didn't really get to me, but this..... oh no....... I was really afraid I was going to do something irrational..... I don't know what, but my temper scares me. Because when I finally do get mad.... I get MAD. Like frothing at the mouth mad. And I know exactly where I got that irrational frustration seething anger from. Yeah, that would be my dad. I suppose there's no way around telling him about the MrsDavis incident....
So right now I'm still cooling down.... it's a slow process. This is just one of those days.... And now I have to go see some lame production at SFA for extra credit. It's gonna suck.
6:04 PM
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
COMPLAINTS
The release date for the new Third Eye Blind CD has now been moved back to April 29, 2003! Blast! The original plan was to have it out on November 11, 2002, but NO!!! Couldn't be that simple! Had to give it to the Japanese first!
construction
it pisses me off. heres a sublist, of complaints pertaining to the construction at school
1) its pointless..... we don't need the damn building
2) no more bridge parking (everybody parks a mile away)
3) fences that block off the path from the distant parking lot
4) announcements telling us not to cut down these fences, telling us that we should just walk around them... turning that 1 mile walk into an all out journey, every morning
5) the fact that the fences have been up for weeks, and I haven't seen one single piece of construction or any sign of progress!
6) I'm sure there's more, but my frustration blinds me now......
my dad.... he's just stupid
NHS..... administration are retards...... won't give us class rank until after March... maybe! if we're lucky! psh
I say, if they're lucky, MAYBE we'll just keep coming to their damn school! see how they like that! oh wait....
Im sure there's more, but I just can't bring myself to recall it right now.... the trauma......
9:29 PM
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8:42 PM
Saturday, February 01, 2003
So, I spent the day dodging space debris. This has been the craziest day ever. I knew I should have stayed in bed when I woke to a huge explosion that rattled our house for 2 minutes. When does stuff like this happen to Nacogdoches???? never!
How wierd..... I had to work all day though, so we all watched the hummers and NASA trucks go down North street.... and of course some people scheduled to work had space debris in their yard, so they had to wait on the police to arrive, so of course I had to stay ALL DAY! I hate Schlotszky's....... I want a piece of shuttle scrapnel, but supposedly they're harmful.... psh... they just say that so that the public doesn't steal all the pieces.....
I'm never having kids... Well, if I do, I must be rid of them before they turn 13.... junior high kids are terrible...... I was about to go insane last nite between stupid requests, black people getting sick of all my white music, and the annoying chaperones that wouldn't shuttup.... oh, and the stink bomb. blah.... it was so stupid. but I got $150.... woohoo...... I'm still not sure if it was worth the torture.... Oh, fyi, I'm talking about DJ'ing the junior high dance, last friday nite.....
After my lovely day at work, I was dragged to an old people party with mi familia....... so lame... chinese new year's thing, supposedly..... would have much rather partied with the Yins... lol..... it sucked, but alot of people there spoke Spanish, so that was kinda interesting....... and now I'm home looking for something to do..... obviously, I'm not successful, because I'm blogging, but whatever.... I guess something interesting finally happened, something blogworthy. It's not everyday that space shuttles crash into your town. I bet Nacogdoches is gonna be known as "the place where that space shuttle crashed"..... great.....
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