you know why I like high school girls?

High school romance is weird, man. So much different from real life. It's like four years of our existence are spent inside this strange bubble where everything is quite exaggerated. I was thinking this morning about this kind of stuff, it's like soooo dreamy. I can't put it into words (not enough caffeine yet this morning) but maybe somebody can help me out.

FYI: Apparently The Rock calls his "region" the "People's Strudel." Just thought you'd like to know.

"Footprints in the Sand"

Has it really been a decade since the rHu began? That is hard to believe. My earliest memory of there being any randal Haters was us punk kids climbing the contruction fence at the park across the street and "tagging" our logo in the sand beneath the jungle gym. Of course somebody called the cops, and before long some of us were running, some of us were hiding, and some of us were just standing there lying to The Man. Without the fuzz showing up then would there be an rHu today? Who knows.

I don't think the the rHu was ever even about randal hating. In fact, I don't think it really had any purpose. It was its own purpose. To me it seemed the like rHu was just an excuse more than anything else, but I can't put my finger on what it was an excuse for? An excuse to get together and break stuff? More than likely. An excuse to band together in a gang and feel more powerful than any of us did alone? Probably. Somehow the rHu gave me the license to do things I never would have done otherwise. And for better or for worse, that definitely affected who I am today.

And now we have sort-of come full circle. Though we're separated by state lines and hundreds of miles, here we punk kids are banding together, logging on, and tagging our name in the sand once again.

For ten years the rHu has kept me laughing. Here's to ten more.

high school as i hath experienced it...

It's been a while since anybody posted anything here, and believe it or not, it seems like I've actually been pretty good with my post regularity. It must be all that fiber I've been eating.

I have been thinking a great deal lately about the high school experience. Rather than thinking about the four years in some sort of Columbine-esque conflict between abstract groups of jocks and geeks, I've been thinking of the specific events that compose each student's career in high school.

For instance, one moment that stands out particularly strongly in my mind is when I was playing magic the gathering (yes, I was a geek, but that should be obvious by now) and a certain "train-like" football player walked by saying, "oh look, it's the magic fags." I also remember arriving early for early-morning walks through the hall to pick on the jehova's witness who was a bit annoying, the napkin stash, the "bloody german", calling skittles "shittles", starburst fruit twists and dr. pepper, channel 1 news, a certain fight I might have been in, water fights in gym swim class, edited romeo and juliet videos, "pantzing" in frau frau's class, journalism class, getting shot down by two different girls (and shooting down one other), frog dissection, awkward pseudo-romantic moments senior year, horton throwing his XC jersey at Mr. Ware and driving off, toilet papering, and some more. Maybe some day I will make this more coherent.

What are your most memorable HS moments?

It's All In the Color

So why do they make the yellow starbursts? Nobody likes them. Whenever you buy a large bag of them, you will always end with a bunch of yellows. Everyone likes the red, everyone likes the pink, and most like the orange. But when it comes to the yellow, what are they thinking? Take out the yellow and sell packages of red, pink, and orange only.

word to the wise

To all people out there with half a brain or working ear drums you owe it to yourself to purchase (or pirate but you didn't hear it from me though, yarr I'm a pirate maytee) the above album. If that doesn't float your boat, maybe the one below is better suited to your tastes.