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Please Vote!

March 5th, 2006 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Ok, I’m loosing putridly with like 10 votes for me. I know that I have until April 16 and everyone likes to procastonate and such but come one, I could use a few more votes. Like 1 a day would be nice?

Here’s what you do, click on that picture below or visit http://www.harrypotter.com/goblet Click on your birthday, and follow the short form to create an account. Ok, nothing hard at all. Once you create your account, click “Vote for a Champion” and use BrianM035. Thanks!

Now, the next day just click on the “Login” button and enter your emails and password and cast a vote, it takes under a minute.. seriously people. I’ve probably spent several minutes helping you or fixing a computer that you’ve used at school or something…

Now for the bonus: I’ll make this even easier, if you want… send me a message with your email and password for the site and I’ll do the voting for you! Thanks again for you votes!

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Thin as a hair

March 5th, 2006 Posted in Problems, Stupid People | No Comments »

Yesterday my brother and I were forced to get haircuts. Last weekend it was suggested because my dad was going and he offered to take us and such. We declined. Friday he gave us money before we left to go to school to get it done on the way home. We declined again. Honestly, my hair was fine as it was, not very long or anything.. I liked it. Kevin really could care less, but he didn’t want one either.

Well, my mom pulled the go get haircuts or else no friends or something so we went out. I think I figured out why/how my parents logic works. My dad’s parents were rather poor, growing up on farms and living in a small apartment in Holyoke. That meant my dad could not get his haircut as a child (I’m not even sure that was something that existed or whatnot) but his mom had to do it for him. He views getting your hair cut by a barbar as a sign of class or something, so having a cleanly groomed head and short hair is something that reflects your financial status. Well, in a time where everyone is growing long hair, my dad is very confused.

Mom on the other hand, likes to excersize her maternal instincts to comb our hair from when we were really little and she would take us to the barber and such. Well, my haircut has been pretty much the same since forever; one of those reasons is mom won’t let me do anything else to it or grow it a little longer. She always will go “Oh, are you gorowing it out or something?” and I’ll reply “Yeah, I am. It’s the cool thing to do.” Unfortunately, that is the exact reply she doesn’t want so she quickly replies “I was just joking, you look much better with your normal hair.” Or sometimes I get the best lies ever! “Girls like guys with shorter hair” or “All the girls will think your much more handsome with a clean haircut” HA HA HA. Mom and Dad, I don’t know where u get that from but it’s definately very very very wrong. Apparently, you didn’t notice any of the kids at the colleges we went to, no one at any activities, or tv. Having longer hair is not going to hurt you… I’m not talking about super long hair, for me at least… but something a little longer than what i’ve tradtionally had. Or even just as long as how it is when I normally have to get it cut.

You know what else bothers me, living in a house of this size. Sometimes it’s just frustrating having all this space and stuff. I really don’t need to have a room this size or a bed that is full/queen or w.e it is. Why? The fundamental theory of doors. Having a larger area to live in means people are more spread out. Being so spread out means there is little chance someone will walk into your room or overhear you at any given point. This taught me as a child that closing doors wasn’t really necessary… like the bedroom door and stuff. So lets say I’m carrying on a phone call or listening to some music so I do close the door, my parents feel the need to checkup to see what’s going on or even justify leaving the door open. Grr to them, being so spread out sometimes has it’s advantages sometimes but I think it has many more disadvantges.

Another secondary topic that frustrates me, family time. When your called to watch TV or sit with the family or something. It’s just really unnecessary in my mind. I know my parents want to do that to make sure I’m not doing any bad or to spend quality time with me or something but I’d like to be able to have some freedom at the same time. I know that if I go downstairs to watch TV, your going to ask questions that make me feel uncomfortable by asking about my personal life and such or even having “the talk”. Well, my parents just need to realize that I’m a responsible guy. Having “family time” at this point in my life will have about the same impact on me as watching a commercial for the Dr. Phil show. One, my parents have no clue what’s actually “cool” or what problems are actually being faced in societies youth today. But I know I can’t change that, and no one ever will.

Ok, I rambled wayy to much in there… back to the HW…

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:’-( Yesterday, all our troubles seemed so far away…

March 5th, 2006 Posted in Problems | No Comments »

I’m not exactly sure how comfortable I feel writing this but this is the internet, and if you can’t share your feeling with an impossibly large community of sceptic peers, who can you share them with?

Again, my hesitation kind of influences how much details I plan on providing, because the matter at hand is not exactly mine, but it has an impact on me so I feel you all should know. If I ever seem depressed or sadd or out of my usual self, there is a chance I am being effected by this.

I’m not sure if I can beat around the bush any longer, but I’ll keep trying. It’s going to be a very interesting “journey” over the next few weeks and month and hopefully not years, I know how much my dad hates Doctors and tests and procedures and such, but I’m confident he’ll pull through. He better… I’m not giving him any other options being the oldest son… yeah… I’m gonna stop that thread. But ok, I already said my dad so I’ll just fill you in. My dad has cancer. Prostate Cancer to be exact, he went in a few weeks ago (like 2) and they did stuff and we got a call last week, Thursday?, telling him. Actually, I answered the phone and the lady lied to me because she told me it was about his car, well… his car is a company car so why would they call the house…. but grr to her. I guess that’s what they do to not upset us young children. Well, Kevin over heard mom and dad talking using his super spy skills and told me.. i spent the night very sad until yesterday or maybe Friday when dad told me. Oh yeah, I never mentioned that the doctor said the cancer was detected in a very early stage and he’s almost garunteed to make a full recovery. Ok, I trust doctors but if I was talking to a patient over the phone, I would tell them the most optimistic situation possible.

Now it looks as if they’re hear to stay…. (title connection)… actually, I’m probably thinking too much but I know my dad’s dad (I can’t spell the polish name we called him but it sounds like a sneeze sound) died of cancer… actually I think it was like 2 or 3 cancers at once. Totally unfun, he was really cool and probably the closest person to me and he was a lot like me, technical and gadget-wise. While my dad keeps the exact details of his dad’s cancer secret from us because my grampa would be embarased/disappointed in himself, I’m pretty sure it was a combo of lung/prostate… so now you know more of my family background.. isn’t that pleasent. Don’t ask me about my other grampa from my mom’s side… he died when my mom was a kid from a stroke/heart attack or something. But based on the hereditary traits I’m lucky to still be alive, aren’t I optomistic….
Now that you read that, I ask 1 thing… don’t go talking to my mom or dad about this because they really don’t understand the internet. Sure, family knows and stuff but it’s not something you wear on your sleeve for everyone to see. So keep this on the d/l if you get my drift.

I also don’t want your pity or something like that…. to make me happy the best thing you can do is make yourself happy. Because happy people make me happy. Or find a way to get me out of this house, because you can slice the tension with a butter knife…

ttyl

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