Ravens eat trash. You eat health food. Who's on the couch?

I'd consider myself a socialist, or a humanist, except for the fact that i hate all mankind, and prefer the company of rabid ducks.

Goddam the torpedoes, full speed ahead!

Wisdom is timeless. So are fools.

"DRINK YOUR PEE"

Privacy is freedom. Freedom isn't free, or cheap.

Finally, i listened to a rather sharp Protestant preacher on KRCL tonight. He talked about the falicy of christian mythology and applauded Mr. Falwell for aticulating so well, so often the old christian belief of superiority(male, global, racial), and from there he took it to what he believes. Fucking 'ell man, i'd go to his church(yes i just said that). He talked about alot of my issues with religion. He himself found them to be fallacies. He talked about how the old myth of christ is more and more becoming untrue, as more and more incontravitable(sp?) evidence shows that we've been here for a good many years and that life was here for even longer and that here was here for at least a billion years. He then went on to say that the picture of man is changing quickly from man being fallen angels towards man being an evolving creature, growing, not trying to return to former glory. He said that he believed that evil wasn't really an outside force but rather a universal one, a primal instinct to self preserve at all costs, from which grow predjice, greed, and hate. I was in awe. wow.

Betty is still in the shop -largely because i had no time to check up on it (i had/wanted to spend time with the katester, being that it's her birthday and all). God i miss it. It feels like i'm cheating on a lover by thinking about that ghia, but oh i want it. I talk to my dad this morning, and he said that he didn't think it was a good idea to buy a thirty year old car. He had me convinced for a while too, up until i got a call from the VW enthuisiast that i was going to ask to give the car a once over. He convinced me that the VW engine is an all around reliable thing, and that it's a deal beyond compare if the car checks out. All i could say is wow. I'm gonna get it. continuing, tonight was the first LECM, an important time where the elkuta lodge meets and plans the future. I got an exception from work from 6:30 till 9:00(missing out on 'lunch'). It worked out fine, up until i had to go, when i got into a conversation with Phil Clark, a person i need to get my program area started. That took up fifteen minutes, so i got on the road around 8:45 to make the fifteen minute drive to work. It started to rain. and it rained. I-80 was a river, and i was late, so i pushed my luck by going fortyfive in a sixtyfive zone and ended up hydroplaning across four lanes of traffic. The only thing that stopped me was the fact that i turned the wheel towards the uphill side of the road, because the back end of the tire acted like a cushion. That was the most exciting twenty seconds of my life. I saw the wall, and i couldn't do any thing. The wheels only spun, the brakes did nothing, and i hurtled toward the concrete baricade sideways, across four lanes of traffic. I knew my moms almost new car was fucked. I thought i was fucked. the car continued, seeming to speed up. The end was near. Visions of Katy flashed, thoughts of guilt ran across my mind over the fact that my passanger, Andrew Jensen, was about to be crushed and die in a rain storm that i wouldn't have been in if i hadn't of rushed, or talked, or been so foolish. Then it came. an almost gentle bump. the care stopped, and i yelled at andrew, he yelled back, and we both ran out to see the damage that was done. None. Not a fuckin scratch. we got in the car, looked at each other, and laughed. We laughed. we had almost died. I took sidestreets the rest of the way to work. I feel so giddy because of it. I can't quite comprehend how lucky i am.

of course, today, when i was doing research on buying the Ghia, betty got jealous and broke. God bless the Jealous

Today will be with me forever. Forever in a day. A day of firsts. Today I smoked a chimigunga. I put it in the microwave, and let it burn. I set it for sixteen minutes too long, and fifteen minutes in it emerged from the carcigen filled smoke as a solid piece of carbon. Thank good for exhaustion.

Ho-D-Hi, Hi-D-Ho, Ho-Ho. That's a mathmatical formula hidden in greeting. I've been reading alot of news laately, and it makes me laugh. haha. i have a job. i love viruses. i'm done.

I just read about the greatest foolishness of all. Schools in some places in America are reconsidering donations by the Sheik of the Arab Emarates because some of his money supports foundations that support arab unity and denounce the actions of the israeli government. wow. that's like a thirsty man turning down a glass of lake water because he doesn't like fish. God bless the red white and blue.

A thousand summers ago, i was a small boy. I'd run through the field behind my house and i'd dig through the piles of debris left there by people too lazy to drive to the dump. I remeber once when Christopher found a bottle of fake blood and we had a long debate about if it was alright to touch it because Aids was transmitted by blood, and vampires drank blood, and there was a vampire on the cover of the bottle. In the end, we through the bottle away, it and it's content of blood made a lovely arc, and went and ate otter pops. I love otter pops. He was my first friend. He left me for San Diego and a house with a jacuzzi. I have never been in, nor will i ever be in a jaccuzi. I just thought you needed to know...

Katie,
I love you. I always will. Even if tommorrow, we get in a fight, get mad, and break up, i will still be when you need me. There is no way that i can show my love to you, there are no acts of carnal love that can express it, but trust me, i do. And no, this is not a sad pathetic attempt get ass(though i'm not saying that i'd turn any offers down:). I love you for what you are, for who you are, and how you make me feel. Your laugh makes even the darkest time for me bright. Your eyes make even the bluest skies blush like sunsets. Your smile has the power to make my knees weak. And you make even you dullest stories worth sitting through(:P). I love you.

I have had a hair cut. Not a cool one, like a mohawk, or a trendy one, like a caesar, but a brit one, like Tommy Gun's(the guy wit da "Desert fucking Eagle" in Snatch(the movie, not the porno)/). It's pretty sharp looking, for a hair cut, and i'm sure, as long as i keep my mouth shut, it'll draw the ladies in like flies. O yeah...

A thousand nights have fallen, and a million days reborn
Always remember that nothing is something and not worthy of scorn.

did you like that?

Now go back and read the THIRD word in each line from the top

I spent the past week at a little camp called Camp Loll, wedged precariously between the pristine Yellowstone and amazing Grand Teton National Parks, on the shores of Grassy Lake, or as the camp calls it, Lake of the Woods. It's had to describe a place that spent a week living in, exploring, sitting, watching, and not forget miss major details, so instead i'll skip it all. Instead, i will tell you all that i di indeed become a BSA Lifeguard(which means that i could probably get a Red Cross one with no sweat) and i swam a mile in icy water. Also, i spent time with the commisary girls. Oh yes, the commisary girls. Hot and spicy, and the providers of food, the commisary girls are the people to know at a scout camp. Always remember that.

toodles, yo.

"Oh i got friends in low places, where the whiskey runs like an Oasis, oh i got friends in low places" -Garth Brooks(o yeah, like you don't listen to him too)

So today started out pretty chill. I woke up for the sun rise, crawled back to bed afterwards, and finally got up around ten, when my dad said i was going on a ride with the family. It took me a half hour to get through my morning routine (largely because i change my shirts alot and i had to find one that was both inoffensive, and unfunky). So we were off. I got stuck in the backseat(actually, it was really roomy -i had the back seat all to my self because none of the other chillin could go-) which was all fine and dandy for the first hour or two, but the last two where killers. My butt was asleep, i could feel clots forming in my legs, my tummy rumblied, and i was my normal self in a car -like a rabid, caged badger being poked with a stick-. When we got to where we were headed(a place called Fremont Indian State Park) we paid the dinero to get in and spend the day, and left after only about a half hour. Have i mentioned that i hate rides yet? well i do, but the family let me drive the car most of the way home(which doesn't sound fun, and it's not, but it is a damn side better than doing nothing). Anyway, when i got home, i got to start a fire(oo, fire) and then cook red, slimy meat(mm, dead cow) over coals. Then i watched STAR TREK: First Contact on the telly, and ate the now warm, gray meat. It was good. What followed was not, however. About nine thirty, She called. Yes, her, the plague of plagues. She is the exgirlfriend who reappears every six months. ugh. And Katie Mark II isn't here to defend me. Argh. But i have a plan. An extremely cunning plan. A plan so cunning that you could tie a tail to it and call it a weasel(quote from Blackadder). All i need is to find a girl, who is a friend, and who would like to pose as the girlfriend and slap me or SHE. preferably me, because that would cut down on court costs. Wish me luck!

My second reason to be so pissed off about this damn issue(darn is ironic, damn is serious) is that there are people who are willing to go up in arms over it, when it doesn't matter at all really. So what if your neighbor is doing another guy/girl? Unless you live in an apartment abutting theirs', you wouldn't hear it, and i'm pretty sure if you did live in a neighboring apartment, you'd be bothered even if your neighbor was bangin someone of the opposite sex. And now they(those basturds) want to have an amendment making being gay an officially immoral act. Doesn't that remind you at all of a little thing called slavery? Of Racism? Isn't that like when we took the rights of humans kidnapped in Africa away because they had dark skin and defended it by saying god made them inferior to the white man, or when those bastard Americans tried to pass legislation to keep those damn Irish(and the chinese, the japanese, the italians...) out of our country because God gave America open land and valuable resources and only Americans(all of whom had been immigrants or the children of immigrants) should have it. It's fucking segregation. Social segregation. Segregation is bad. Bad mojo. Jesus didn't segregate, he chose to tolerate. Did jesus ever send someone away for being what he was? yes, but only once, and that's when the merchants were selling their wears in the church. Just like reverend Falwell does. Just like those televangelist do. Only nowadays the goods aren't goods but words, cheap to make, and easy to mass produce. This is why i hate Religion. It only takes one fool to turn anothers faith into profit, and twist their world view at the same time. ARGH. Any way, back to the topic. Don't trust the televangelists. Don't trust anyone who talks like them. Don't trust people who quote the bible word for word and still eat bacon. Also, sodomy with a goat is bad. Finally, humanity is precious, in whatever form it takes, so don't waste it.

I have too announcements. The first is of pressing concern. If anymore people tell me that i should become a priest, i will backhand them. In the immortal words of patrick "i don't swing that way". Young or old, in seriousness or jest, i will do it and leave a red welt.Number too is along the same lines. I'm sick and tired of all of these people who choose not to try to change the government and defend they're choice with, "Our government may not be perfect, but it's a damn side better than some others, like (insert struggling third world country or current enemy first world nation)". So what if somalia sucks ass. We're two hundred years ahead of them in the evolution of our society. It's like a gentleman refusing to cut his hair because the caveman down the street has never shaved. I'm not saying that our government isn't better, which in many areas it is, but i'm saying that it's an old girl and we have to attack the fat, the broken bones, and sore muscles as we see them, or else she might just go to sleep some day and be able to get back up. Besides, most of those third world countries would have been doing just fine if it weren't for thefirst world brits, the germans, the french, and the CIA, who all have fucked up enough countries in there respective life spans to create a world map.

"Kings will be tyrants from policy, when subjects are rebels from principle."-Burke

I'm just writing to tell yall that i am indeed alive. I have had a busy month, but it's over and the rabid biting can commence. The most monumental event was the departure of Angel to Price, which leaves Patrick free to poke Katherine Lee all that he wants. This is followed soon after by his election to the postition of Lodge Vice Chief in the Order of the Arrow. Soon after that is his completion of the Eagle Scout requirements. And just behind that is his graduating from high school. He hopes soon to have a respectable layout to add to this list acchievements(which will allow him to take pride in his page and actually write in the first person!).