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9/6/04
I'v got this snazzy digital camera now so i thought i would just make this one pictuer page a update it. So these pictuers are of LA and barbaras apartment and stuff. woo hoo.

6/2/2004
Wahoo an Update the lack of work has shined on me. so Words and Me And links are allllllllll updated you lucky duck! oh and also take this test

Wednesday June 2 2004 "stick a fork in me"
Today i finshed all my work, yeah i got to do a presentation and perfom my scene tommrow, but genrally I'm done with all my work. This is pretty exciting I think. I'm all signed up for classes for fall too. not much to worry about, I started cleaning up today so that next monday packing won't be so bad.

Here are some pics from chautauqua of the program cover and a niffty gobo i made but alas didn't get to use

here is a doodle from Modern Moral problems class the trees are taking the man with the axe to court.
Wednesday June 2nd 2004 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #12
Sometime ago Leslie Jon and i were sitting in the lounge talking about pornography and erotica and the diffrence andi thought well I've got that erotic poetry book. so i whiped it out and started reading aloud. here is my favoriteof the night.
Equals
by: Untermeyer
You child, how can you complain
That you and I may be mismated
Because, you say, you lack a brain
And I'm so highly educated.

The body is the greater thing;
And you are greatly gifted when
You have such hands and breasts tha bring
More peace than all the words of men

Take pride in this, your beauty; drink
The wine it offers for our love
Be glad you do not have to think
One thoughtful lover is enough

We're equal partners, that is plain
Our life cannot grow dull or shoddy
While I have such a lovely brain
And you have such a livly body


4/14/2004
Coherent afternoon update but shit I need to get my laundry out! umm I put some new photos up

4/14/2004
Late night Updates on words and me now i'm going to bed

Wednesday April 14 2004 "i just want april to be over"
Today In search of a monologue I read two plays A history of the American Film by Durang, which like all Durang I found sad depressing and amusing all at the same time. I can¡¦t believe I was ever cocky enough think I understood Durang have read does not = understand. I can read things in French but I have no idea what I¡¦m reading. But I read 2 plays ƒº The second being Six Degrees of Separation by John Guare which I loved! And you should read now. If you can.
I have pretty much been immersed in the world of theatre lately. My Intro to Theatre design class is generally boring but essential and it has some good people in it. I love my intro to Acting class. I love being not very good. I love trying out new things even if they are hard. I¡¦m really trying. So I have these 2 classes and the Chautauqua which is a festival of 12 student written one acts. I¡¦m doing Lighting design. although really what I¡¦m doing is making someone elses (Ray¡¦s who is a very nice boy) lighting design work for my show. Not very nice, but a challenge. I¡¦m also doing grunt work with a flashy title ¡§Assistant Festival designer¡¨ so between Chautauqua and my Modern Moral Problems class (yes for some reason it¡¦s a class) I¡¦m busy evey nght. And every afternoon I can take naps. Silly, I think so. But the main point of this was to say I¡¦m getting properly beat into theatre arts opposed to sexed in which neeti noted didn¡¦t show to much self worth. And I have self worth g¡¦damnit!
So now all I need to figure out is what I¡¦m gonna do when I get home. Home. Home. For the summer has a lot of unexpected things in store. I think I¡¦ll try to get my driving permit here so that I can just start driving when I get home. I¡¦m gonna try to contact the people at the Maverick and talk to my mum about the French classes. I mean I¡¦m closer to figuring out where I¡¦ll be living next fall than I am to knowing what I¡¦ll be doing in the summer time. R.J said I could go back with him. I would too. it¡¦ all a mystery. I¡¦v also been thinking about how long I should staying santa cruz this to is a mystery. So these are my thought there are more but yeah I don¡¦t write in my diary any more. A diary is compelling when you have a lover or someone to hide things from.

Wednesday April 14th 2004 here is a bit of wisdom (wich is a fairly scary word) that i have come across.
somtimes I try to relax my whole body
and while consentrating
so hard on how important it is to be relaxed
I find myself clenching my teeth
~
I can think back on times time
when i let nonsenes rule
innocent can be so silly
without it every choice becomes so important
every false move has a consequence
which is blamed on your own foolishness
Once you know you should watch where you are going
it becomes you fault when you fall
~
I have to remember to laugh
at the stupid things i do
with out clenching my teeth
worrying what will come next
take thing for what they are
learn from smiling more and laughing more
I will find happiness this way
reece 2004


3/6/2004
Alright not too much exciting stuff has happened. Links has a new pictuer, words has a new poem but I did update the john isbister fan club page for all the honors slugs
Saturday March 6th 2004
So I chopped off my hair today for locks of love it¡¦s pretty exciting, It¡¦s finally warm up here in Santa Cruz. And winter quarter is almost over woo hoo.

Sunday Febuary 28th 2004
Steven Sondhiem couldn’t save the world
He is too busy
Writing the most beautiful lyrics
That when it comes down too it
Mean nothing
And don’t help you make the right choices
Art can’t save me
and Art can’t save the world
Because Shakespeare couldn’t make people stay in love
No matter how many times we perform
Romeo and Juliet
They both still die in the end
Yet we kill them over and over and over
Because art doesn’t change the world
Art can’t even save the artist
No matter how hard we try to express our selves
With our pieces and get our feeling out there
They kill us
See, Art doesn’t solve anything
It just asks more questions
What if..?
What if Steven Sondheim could save the world?
What if Steaven Sondhiem could keep us Alive?
Wishes
Art can make wishes
Art can take you home
But when you put down your brush and look around
Art can’t change where you are.
Reece

1/05/2004
It's a new year so i really needed a change and this page needed an update i'm back at santa cruz just incase you thought i was still in anaheim I've updated words and me movedsoem stuff to overs and too bad for Josh R changed the first pic ah well.
Monday January 5th 2004 "Back Again"
Well I've successfully returned to UCSC arn't you pround of me. I've only got 10 books to read with quarter and that has further inspired me to try to take 4 classes instead of 3. I've got alot of plans for this quarter number 1 is not to get bored but you can see how well that is working considering I'm presently updating the webpage :) But seriously I'm gonna try to work a show work out more and eat better less pizza smaller portions. Ya art but less sitting around pointlessly or for too long. I also desperately need to get out more. Today i went in to town but i keep on realizing things i didn't get that i should have bought. My class this morning was not to great from where i was sitting. definatly need to get their earlier next time and sit in the front. So that really about it for now from here I could really use a massage and for my room to be warmer amusingly enought thoughs to thingas are connected but i won't tell you how.
Love much
Sherrice

Monday January 5th 2004 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #11
A description of love by Sir Walter Ralegh
Now what is love? I pray thee, tell.
It is that fountain and that well
Where pleasure and repentance dwell.
It is perhaps the sauncing bell
That tolls all into heaven or hell:
And this is love, as I hear tell.

Yet what is love? I pray thee say.
It is a work on holy-day;
It is December matched with May;
When lusty bloods, in fresh array,
Hear ten months after of the play:
And this is love, as I hear say.


Friday November 7th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #10 Ok this isn't going to be poetry but is really beutiful prose and i wanted to share it it's from the book Always Running by Luis J. Rodriguez.
"Love is a word which so eaisly skims across our lips.Girls cut their wrists for it. Dudes try ti kill for it. Notes professing devotion are passes in the hallways, dropped on desktops or placed discreetly inside school folders. It doesn't take much: a woman brushing her hair, the sniff of a dude's cologne, an afterschool walk--and we're in love."(198)

10/23/2003
Hi folks miss me? i've been super busy. a presently i might have a concussion but if that not intersting enough for you here is a kissof poetry, a a few artistic moves. now i think i'll watch some world cup rugby.

Thursday October 23rd 2003 "If i fall asleep while typing this please wake me and take me to health center" Well my clummlisyness has taken me out of rugby today damn head running into concousion possibilitys yeah so i think the fact that i can still spell my name is genrally successful honastly I proabbly less damaged then people scare me in to beliving I am.I've been really having a gloriously busy time up here, when ever i'm not studyingor haveing fun on my hall or in class you can always go out side unless of cousre it's night time lol. I went to the beach with neeti last weekend it was amazing and then just yesterday i went trommping in the woods and found a niceclimbing tree. I still miss home, alot, it's easyest to get lonly when i'm all by myself lol wich isn't offen i'm alone right now but like i said befor if i fall asleep then i have to go to the health center so i am fearfully keeping my mind occupied

Thursday October 23rd 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #9 alright my head hurts here is apome for you short in lenght but great in whatever
Poor is the life that misses
The Lover's greatest treasure,
Innumerable kisses,
Which end in endless pleaaasure.
Oh,then, if this be so,
Shall i a virgin die? Fie no!


10/05/2003

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Let seee Me and Words are updated i've also done some house keeping, there will proabbly be a new puzzle soemtime this week and a new drawing on my web pahge sometime this week to. so that will be exciting and hopefully done soon.

Sunday October 5th 2003 "24 hotdogs and a keg, Damn what a BBQ"
So school is like actually in full swing this week it looks like i won't be doing any theatre untill the winter wich make me really sad, but im pretty busy. Lets see what happened this week I didn't have a real shakespear class at all last week wich was sad. ive met a few really cute boys but nothing serious you know. ahh sigh. Last night i went to a rugby training day sort of thing that wasmostly for returners so the 4 or 5 femals beginger that were there (myself included) did alot of just opposing the retuening team sortof getting in there way on purpous it was fun and i got clobbered quite a few times, after this egsauting day we headed over to there Rugby Social, wich was pretty boring i did put names to a few cutisy faces but by 7 they were all quite drunk i was quite bored and me and my new pal sonia and this cute girl vannessa headed back to campus on the rather full bus. good times . back at the dorm we have played baulderdash, finshed another puzzel made some haloween decorations, gone on trommping through the woods on to seprrate occations, both equally wonderful, had laundry parites, and a tea party. fun times. Oh I made this after discution in our core class




Sunday October 5th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #8
I don't know who wrote this poem but it's really good so just sit refect enjoy becasue this is all so true because it makes me thing give me just one kiss befor we go and then give me but one more.

Kisses make men loth to go
My loue bound me with a kisse
That I should no longer staie:
When I felt so sweete a blisse
I had lesse power to passe away:
Alas! that women do not knowe
Kisses make men loath to goe.

Yes she knowes it but too well,
For I heard when Venus’ doue
In her eare did softlie tell
That kisses were the seales of loue:
O muse not then though it be so,
Kisses make men loth to go.

Wherefore did she thus inflame
My desires, heat my bloud,
Instantlie to quench the same
And starue whom she had giuen food?
I the common sence can show.
Kisses make men loath to go.

Had she bid me go at first
It would nere have grieued my hart,
Hope delaide had beene the worst;
But ah! to kiss and then to part!
How deep it strucke, speake, Gods, you know
Kisses make men loth to goe.


9/28/2003 hi guys me and words is updated as usual i think i'll go sit on the roof why don't i have and bubbles damnit.

Sunday September 28st 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #7
So this is by Francois Villon who once accidently killed a preist poor guy poor preist, why he would kill anyone in the first place is stupid it's not like the preist could have been caugt in gang poet cross fire cuse there wern't any guns any ways besides the point but i think whe should read his poem anyways
Ballade Of Ladies' Love
Once on A season in love I fell
With a Lady gracious and sweet to see,
Who spoke me fair, that like me well
And gladly would harken to my plea,
But first I must give for her fee
fifty gold crowns, not less nor mo'
Fifty gold crowns?- O' right Good Gree!

Sunday September 28th 2003 "no i don't always dress like a goth slut"
Got dressed up today to try out for perfomance parts during rocky horror picture show smells like fun looks like whore to me. Sometimes i don't even recognize myself, Twinged a scary Quaker Puzzle on satuerday then gave it to the 5th floor, befor going down town to by a crap load of shakespear, and some cereal and water.
raise your hand if you enjoy public transportation cuse lord knows i don't Standing on one trying not to fall on to someones lap and they are so not realiable but yeah the bus santa cruz good times look if i look out my window i can see the forest it's beautiful so i should stop complaining Leah who lives down thehall from me is fucking cool so i should be happy but i miss you all so much so i will complain. I finshed a hat this morning arn't you proud. I think i'm trying to make myself depressed jesus fuck. i have class at 8 in the morning tommrow do you want to go with me. or at least wake me up.
9/21/2003 Ha Ha i'm here look at me go Not only that but the eathernet here sucks ass and i am having the worst time updayting this or getting e-mail. I've been walking all over the damn place and i get to tryout for plays on friday go me and check out this crazy shit Sherrice's drawings

Sunday September 21st 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #6
I tottally Heart this weeks poem it's by some german dude Walter Von Der Vogelweide but hey it's still cool, i'm going to go make tea now enjoy!

Under the lime tree
on the daisied ground
Two that I know of made this bed.
There you may see heaped and scattered round
Grass and blossoms broken and shed
All in a thicket down in the dale;
Tandaradei- sweetly sang the nightingale.


Ere I set foot in the meadow already
Some one was waiting for somebody;
there was a meeting- oh! gracious lady,
there is no pleasure again for me,
thousands of kisses there he took.
Tandaradei- see my lips, how red they look.


Leaf and blossom he had pulled and piled
For a couch, a green one, soft and high;
And many a one hath gazed and smiled
Passing the bower and pressed grass by;
And the roses crushed hath seen,
Tandaradei- where I laid my head between.


In this love passage if any one had been there,
How sad and shamed should I be;
But what were were doing alone among the green there
No soul shall ever know except my love and me,
and the little nightingale,
Tandaradei- she, I wot, will tell no tale.


Sunday September 21st 2003 "Feel like you need a transformation? Do it in the sink in the laundry room"
Holy CRAP i'm here really honastly and it's like 8:30 and i am so fucking tired, there is some dance going on tonight but i don't want to walk back in the dark through the woods i mean would you?there is movie on the lawn tommrow night wich sounds far more appelling. Friday i'm audtioning for a few plays i'm excited thursday class starts so i can go to shakespear andrugby YA! YA! YA! Uh lets see i got to do some homework and some reading my dorm room of course is tiny but ce la vive yeah.

9/14/1003 This is proabbly the last update from now from good old anaheim enjoy it. :-P Words is updated with the best poem ever so go read it, Me has a new entry and some pictuers And don't forget to check out the message boards newest game Beyond Baulderdash that you can play online! yippy hopefully there will be another update in a week or so and it should be all artsy and college like

Sunday September 14th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #5

I think this is the best thing i found in this book yet. enjoy

The Vigil Of Venus
The Goddes bade the nymphs remove
unto the shandy myrle grove
The boy goes with the maids, yet none
Will trust or think love tame is grown,
If they perceive that anywhere
He arrows doth about him bear.
Go fearless, Nymphs, For love hath laid
Aside his arms and tame is made.
His weapons by command resign'd,
Naked to go he is enjoin'd,
Lest he hurt any by his craft,
Either with flame or bow or shaft.
butyet take heed, young nymphs, beware
You trusthim not,For cupids fair,
Least by his beuaty you be harm'd
Love naked is completely arm'd

Sunday September 14th 2003 "flabbergasted dogs can't achive"
last night we had my going away party wich was loads of fun shout outs to catch phrase, girls only walk, spoons, and crazy asian game it was way to much fun thanks to everyone who came, this morning i woke up and went jogging although i did try afeww times to sleep at the same time whist jogging but that wasn't very successfull then i came home and watched the rest of my Taped Sailor Moon episodes i had forgotten about alot of what happened and i cried why watching it which could have to do with alot of things stress tiredness higtened emotinal state and i'm alotolder now than i was when i frist watched them well not alot older but i guess i seem older. then Brain came over and help me finsh cleaning up the Mess and then i did some more packing did i mention i leave in like 4 days is that not totally crazy. gawd! i need to call R.J. and Lindsay and brittany <-- whoops. cuse i have to see her befor i go just 2 days ago i felt like i had all the time in the wold now i have none.

9/4/2203 Any one want to do a puzzle it's pretty freaking exciting if you ask me. anyways the point of the matter is the web page is updated and cleaned up so if you are dying to know what stuff was on the page in july or abouts you are gonna have to look at Old stuff but besides that words is updated for the club and i updated myself yes all mars all the time. no no thats not what i ment but would the all mars channel be great what was i talking about of yeah second by second updates of sherrices intersting life go forth and discover, and stop byt the message boards while your at it.

Thursday September 4th 2003 "What a mess!" exscuse me i'm moving
or at least it makes for a genrally good exscuse i've packed one box that I keep on having to unpack because it's got books in it. I set up my printer scanner type thing to see if it works.

it does. and look at that great pic of mommy she is 14 then itsn't that crazy anyways i started getting up early again 8 or so of course i still am not going to bed till 2 but i think this is good conditoning. some dude from caltrans is comign to fix the puter so i can finally play DVD'sagain and that will make the world a better place for you and for me just wait and see


Thursday September 4th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #4

So it's not summer any more. wow i can't deal with it here's yer freaking poem it by some dude named Juvenal who has been dead 4 ever
Against Women
to the known brothel house she takes her way;
and for the nasty room gives double pay;
That room in which the rankest Harlot lay
prepar'd fo fight, expectingly she lies,
with heaving breasts, and with desiring eyes
still as one drops, another takes his place,
and baffled still succeeds to like disgrace.


8/24/2003

I added more lighting picks a it ago but i don't know who saw them. also there are new words for club members and a bit of me. and a new link wow it's crazy and after all that craziness you might need to Relax

Sunday August 24th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #3

Saw Le divorce Tonight with barbara good times if you are female and can sit though 2 hours of movie go see it. good moments if you have a sister take your sister. I don't and i found myself wishing i did. anyways our poet this week is Marcus Martial <-- fabulous name he was born in spain things were pretty sexy in 60AD when he was 20 and in rome
Work And Play
Who is the pretty fellow
the one that's always hanging around your wife?
the one thats always whispering sweet nothings in her ear,
who leans against her chair
and casually touches her hair
with jeweled figers?
"he works for my wife," you answer
He does, does he? listen, my friend:
ythat handsome boy does not do your wife's work.
He does yours.

Sunday August 24th 2003 Abandon me
That right i'm the only one left who is going away that is unless jessica is moving o new york again but who can say. Maybe the lord, if you all would pray for answers. oh now i have to aplogise. ok anyways. my roommate ELIZABETH still hasn't made contact i kinda feel like i'm waiting for aliens or something. but i guess sh kinda is i mean at least to me. I still havn't bought a fan so it's hella hot in here. i did on the other hand set up my NES once again i advertise Josh rooney for all your gaming needs he really is a gem. also i try to be artistic when i feel like killing my self or crying or when i have been lied to it actually works really well. so next time you sad eaither watch a depressing movie where in the end everyone ends up alright or find your crayolas. thats the moral of todays story.


8/09/2003 So today i made the IICGM boards wich are niffty message boards for this site and my pals so you should join it is already loads of fun. Also I invite you to gaze apon Random Wich i think is going to be a constanly changing but not constantly around part of the site. arn't you excited i can tell no really i can. umm what eles Oh and an Erotic Poetry Club Update is at words go check it out clubbers

Saturday, August 9th 2003 Adventuers of Erotic Poetry Club #2

So clubers I started an Message Board Just for us, to keep us all tied together as we run off to difernt parts of california of the country dude man don't you love the internet now. also i think i'll put in a new poem each week from the ok how does that sound!

To His young Mistress
Because forsooth you're young and fair
and fresher than the rose appear
Gray hairs you treat with scornful eye
And leave me most Unmannerly.

Sweethear, these ashes do contain,br> ember that strive to flame again
And Etna that on top has snow
feels warmth and constant fire below

With roses White-haired lilies twine
And in a glowing garland shine;
They locked in close embraces, lie
and kiss and hug most decently.

-Anacreon


8/07/2003 subject Has made major break through with sailors from distant shores but still tends to ignore everything around him.

Thursday August 7th 2003 A song for every plummer

or don't talk smack on moving floors/ or actually don't say anything about the floors good or smack
So thanks to Having my cousins for a bit My super NES got set up and i have been playing Super Mario World like an idiot for the past few days accompanited by lots of people who are great fun so yea! every few day i just have a goal like "i will beat all the the forest from hell" And I do sucessfully. also this helped Also Josh rooney Use him for all your gaming needs "Seriously" Quoth Barbara umm yeah I have all these really great pictures of orinal NES Want to see well really you have no chioce
Personally I think the coolness never stoped there on. untill of course now or i dunno mummble mummble insert lame rammbing about how great nintendo is here. Now for the part of the story that made me want to put this entry in to Words.
the music for the castle is always the same Bum bum bum bum buuum buum bum bum bum buum buum bum buum bumm. right did you get that, that is the same music actually in the hunted house it just sounds a little differnet. and the other day while playing with tracy stuck in some castle in the hotest room in my house i was becoming slightly delirious for the need to save that game so that i might sleep or read that i just started singing

It's Hot
It's Hot
I wish my fan worked
But it does Not
It's Hot
it's Hot ...
7/31/2003
updates on words and me and links also i made a page for old stuff that was cluttering up other pages like this one.

Thursday July 31st 2003 update

we been haveing some crazy thunderstorms here at the end of july. the summer has bone really fast i think. we have never been bored enough to have another meeting of the erotic poetry club so the book is just sitting on top of my self with all my other shit. been having hell of a time with runes though, thanks to barbara's refresher class. anyways

BRILLIANT
My eyes waved open,
Being frantically called
From sleep to stare blankly
At the exposed window.
Two hours in to a new day,
And a summer rain was pattering
The roof tops,
And the empty morning streets.
The monster
Was nowhere to be seen.
I climbed out of bed,
Eyes still fixed at the window,
as I closed it a few drops
Splashed off the roof on to my hands.
I searched the streetlight lit room
For a culprit, but none were found.
I stood still waiting perhaps for an earthquake
But nothing came.
In a generally frightened state
With one more suspicious glance at the window
I sunk back into my pillows
And listened to rain.
But then he was caught
A brilliant flash
That for a moment made everything strikingly brighter
And seconds later A ridiculously loud accomplice
Whose grumbling caused the whole house to shudder.
Before I knew it
I had joined my newest bookstore purchase
where the light was better
And the thunder not so loud.
Reece

7/31/2003 freaking A Matilda
So here is it were running low on summer and my mum keeps on bugging me about when i'm gonna start paking mean while my 12 year old cousin is visting but some how i ened up with the kids i baby sit spending the night here too and i'm only getting payed as if i started working at one wich make me feellike i should sleep in till one but that would be mean. here are my list see if there is anything eles you think i need to get Stuff I’ve Got: Sheets, Blanket, white board, cork board, small magnetic white board, pillows, trash can, bathroom carry thing, sticky hang stuff up things, flip flops, 2 laundry bags, surge protector thingy with lots of plugs, radio\clock hoopdee ha , markers , cards, stacky things, clothing and lots of it, phone, hangers, computer, Books and far to many
Stuff I still need to get my hands on: An iron?, Frige (4.8 cubic feet), Lamp, Ethernet cable, ...?


7/21/2003 I have updated not only myself but also added other words ... enjoy!

Monday July 21st 2003 bad poetry

As far as I can tell
Under the smog
between the worlds that make up Los Angeles
Are windows
Some are filled with bricks
letting nothing in or out
Other have panes covered with dirt
few are open
and from the highway
the interiors they show
seem as empty as my heart
These buildings are too convenient
to bring people together
People may meet there
Exchanges words
Indulge in lust
But in the end
The windows stay vacant
sherrice
07/21/2003 Some strange girl licked my funnel cake may i have a new one
I have been having a kick ass couple of days but really i need to cool off i'm going much too fast I'm also been spending way to much time at Homestarrunner.net "it's dot com" and i learned some more shit about them, besides that i've been feeling really creative making my own CGNU shirt tommrow and the writting will be pink and i even wrote a poem so go me. aside form all that going on i've been feeling kinda nostaligic and if i'm complaning a bit lonly.
the Mom says" " what are you doing writting your will or something"

07/09/2003 Today I came to tearms with who I am
I'm not that person any more, unfortunatly. but personally i think that that might be an ok thing. Sometimes i also think i am compleatly out of my mind. so if you are going to read this crap then know that.
I statrted the day in a bad mood i was tired mostly brittany has been testing my ability to get up at 9 by calling me and even though i picked up i think i pissed her off, because the only conversation i had to offer was i'm eating waffles and watching the history channel, Shut up you at least i was up. then around 10:00 or so i got a phone call from santa cruz they said if i could pass the subject A test (writting proficency) i could be in the honors program. it sounded good to me. Now i'm not tired or upset i'm nervous. but instead of actually studing I dug my old computer (hence picture of old computer) out of the garage and set it up to see if it would be even remotly usefull to my mother senes the plan was for me to take this one.

I was wrong unless my mum wants to look at Pictures of the moffatts (seen above) or read bad stories of the moffatts or old IM conversations between me and brian or play an extramly slow version of Oregon trail. needless to say this took up a better part of my day at that time i was filled with all this nostalgic wonder
I had to know where the moffatts were
It seems that sometime during 2001 when i had given up on poplar music or pop or maybe just old friends the moffatts dissapeared and stoped making music. sad hu. It seems though that just recently two of them the twins (well they're really triplets but...) started a New Band While i was strolling down memory lane i came across alot of girls and non girls (older women not boys) still madly in love with them which make me think that they are all really desprate and have compltly forgotten or never even known what it was like to be in a relationship. I mean when we obbess over people we don't even know why do we do it i'm hoping it is something immature people do. I don't think i have experianced enough relationships to know anything about them. but i was a tenny bopper once. I honast to god was. Now what am i a dreamer and how is that differnt now i obbsess over people who arn't even real.
if you've made it this far you deserve a prize
Are you still reading this alright then I have atendency to make things up lord help me i have ahealthy imagination wonderful thing terrible things it doen't matter and i have found to keep youself from turing ordinary people you know into heros and then being dissapointed it is better to make everything up make up people and put yourself in weird situations. i was good when i was little but now i just keep myself up half the night doing it. presently i'm in love with someone named Jade and i can't even tell you what he looks like. isn't that crazy I told you sometimes i think i'm crazy.

I'm about to click save and then all of you can read this "save" humm i'm in a weird mood right now movies can do that too me.

7/11/2003 YAY!Pirates of the Caribbean And I have even better News New Zealand


7/9/2003 I'm in an odd mood read all about it if you are up for A Challenge click me if you arn'tclick me be eaither way read all about my weird mood ... (moments later) I almost forgot too keep up to dat on CHS drama shit go to the neat yahoo. web page tracy made And and target photo lab is not next day

7/7/2003 Ok No New Zealand Yet but I did get those pictuers to target so atleast by wendsday ok folks words and photo shoot are updated go check that out
Monday July 7th 2003 Dipping into Others
(I asked this poet if she would share with us)
Closing Time
sometimes,
just for an instant,
the sun ceases to blink
and sends a burst of beam
forth

to cover the truth
like glitter covers fake gold

if you are mindful in the moment
and
if
you hold your breath
until
it’s over

the truth of the moment
will enter you
like a thoroughbred to a starting gate
and find its way
to new meaning

like the planned birth
of an accidental conception

this is what you’ll take
on your journey

into winter

when the sun’s closed
it’s eyes
for the last time.

Ss
07.05.03


7/6/2003 Home from New Zealand and very glad to be back. planing on making new zealnd page as soon as i get the pic's developed. so don't worry. untill then you can entertain your self with Popular Quizes And finding barbara's Copy of Hope for the Flowers Kill tyler only if absolutly nessasary.also a few pages are slightly updated see if you can find them. In the mean time i will be trying to registar for classes and maybe if i'm lucky unpack.

6/16/2003 words is updated (join the erotic poetry club today) it is like dead poets society only different happy summer everyone i think i'll go swimming i like swimming, Strong bads e-mail is down it is a sad day.
Monday june 16th 2003
Adventuers of the Erotic Poetry Club #1
Barbara spent the night at my house last night and after we went to go get my diploma from school we became horribly bored and seeing as there wer eother people online who were bored we deiced to meet up with them at cold stone So Me barbara mooni and my pal Johanna started the Bordom club at coldstone it wasn't till we venturtued to Bookman when our club got it's new name. the erotic Poetry club thanks really too An uninhibited treasury of erotic poetry it was published in about 1963 and has roughful 600 poems in it. if that won't keep us Busy i don't know hwat will. well actually i do but yeah i'm not getting any. so if you want to join just follow along with me. The first peice in the Book is "song of songs" and it's got to be safe because it's not from where nate get's his porn it's from where the pope get his but really neither one of them are getting any just like me. heres a taste befor you go all the way.
"I was asleep, but my heart was awake.
It is the voice of my beloved who knocks:
Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled;
For my head is filled with dew,
My hair with the dampness of the night.
I have taken off my robe.
Indeed, must I put it on?
I have washed my feet.
Indeed, must I soil them?
My beloved thrust his hand in through the latch opening.
My heart pounded for him.
I rose up to open for my beloved.
My hands dripped with myrrh,
My fingers with liquid myrrh,
On the handles of the lock.
I opened to my beloved;
But my beloved left; gone away.
My heart went out when he spoke.
I looked for him,
but I didn't find him.
I called him, but he didn't answer."

6/14/2003 Ya I have a web page again. what do you all think of my neatness now that it's genrally done e-mail me

6/12/2003(later) Added some shit want to see what it looks like links don't work.

6/12/2003 Happy Birthday Tony We graduate tommrow go us. This page hopefull can grow and stick around with me. maybe i'll even re rememebr how to do frames and cool shiznit like that