Nayten.

HULK SMASH!

Wed, 15 Jun 2005 04:55:43 GMT

Josh W Boese (12:45:53 AM): MY CAR
Josh W Boese (12:45:54 AM): ROFL R
Josh W Boese (12:45:54 AM): OFLR
Josh W Boese (12:46:00 AM): IS COVERED IN GREEN TAPE
Josh W Boese (12:46:04 AM): AND THERE IS A HULK HOGAN
Josh W Boese (12:46:16 AM): AND A SIIGN THAT SAYS "FROM ED (this is my revenge)
Josh W Boese (12:46:17 AM): AHAHAHA
Josh W Boese (12:46:24 AM): AND THEN I SAW A SHASTA BOTTLE
Josh W Boese (12:46:39 AM): SO
Josh W Boese (12:46:43 AM): I THINK IT WAS NATE AND JAREN
Josh W Boese (12:46:48 AM): NOT HULK HOGAN
Josh W Boese (12:46:53 AM): INCREDIBLE HULK
Josh W Boese (12:46:58 AM): A PINIATA
Josh W Boese (12:47:03 AM): AND INSIDE THE PINATA
Josh W Boese (12:47:09 AM): THERE WAS A CONDOM AND TWO GOATSE CANDYS

>:o(

Tue, 14 Jun 2005 19:12:46 GMT

Telemarketers, the scum of the Earth.

Anyone who has ever been to my house during an unwanted call from a telemarketer knows how much fun I have with them. Sometimes, if I'm given the option to do so, I push the announced "remove your number from our lists" button, if I'm not feeling creative.

Yesterday just happened to be one of those days. I listened to the announcement, like I usually do. It was peddling some amazing cable-satellite. Yes, both cable and satellite in one. That's whats so amazing about it. I opted out by pushing "2", and recieved the appropriate confirmation recording.

Today, however, I recieved the exact same message.

What the fuck. Did their list not update? Are they just fucking around? Why would you waste the time and resources to call a number back, after they let you know that they're not interested in your services? To recieve two consecutive calls from the same agency a waste on everyone's part, not to mention the legality of the practice. So, it was fun time. "1".

...a few minutes later:

Speak, or think all words as they are spelled phonetically.

Rep: (spoken with the thickest, most broken-English accent imaginable) Hallo sir, sank you feer cahling, can I peese haff your nummer?
Nay10: (spoken in the fakest , big, deep, voice my little vocal chords can produce, think Vin Diesel in his teenage years, or what one would imagine he sounded like) Yeah, you have it. You just called it.
Rep: Sir, I woodn't ask eef I deedint haff eet.
Nay10: Ah yeah, where you at?
Rep: CalEEEforna.
Nay10: Dun sound like it.
Odd pause. Did I hurt his feelings?
Nay10: Yeah, why you callin' me? I push TWO yesterday. Why ain't I on your do not call list?
Rep: aaaah uuh sir wou-
Nay10: Lemme talk yo manager.

Cheesy jazz piano music, for over ten minutes. I have nothing better to do, why would I hang up?

Finally, the connection clicked-

Man: (in a very cocky, "Im-the-boss-na-na-na-na"-type American accent) Customer service.
I knew this would be over quick.
Nay10: Yeah, whyah callin' me? I pushed your do not call list yesterday.
Man: (very fake, "I'm innocent" voice) Uuuuuh, sir, what are you doing in CUSTOMER SERVICE then?
Nay10: Yo, your lil' cahLEEforna surfah boy connected me here.
Rep: Sir, I'm going to have to disconnect this call-
Nay10: (grumbling, swearing) WHY-EXPLICITIVE-DO-NOT-CALL-FUCK
Rep: (VERY cheesy) GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD-bye!
-click

...what the hell just happened? Aren't I on the DNC registry? So, I valided my number with both the national and state lists online and over the phone. Seems a-ok.

No sooner did I hang up from the "Tom Corbett State Do Not Call Registry", then did my phone ring...

Nay10: Hello?
???: -bzzzzzz- HELLO, WE'VE GOT AN AMAZING MORGAGE OFFER FOR YOU, BAD CREDIT, GOOD CREDIT, NO CREDIT!
Nay10: ...
teh robot: ...please press "1", to speak to a representative, or press "2", to be added to our do not call list.
Nay10: You piece of shit. "1".
-click. I hung up.

Oh no. They just didn't. Mr. CahLEEforna and his cocky teenage pal are calling me back. -Shrug- Hopefully they don't call-bomb. I decided to do a "call trace" where the number is reported back to the phone company. That should solve things.

Then the phone rang. Again.

Nay10: Hello?
teh robot: (female voice) Hello! This is an information call regarding your heathcare services. Healthcare systems is availible to you...
I cranked up the volume on the phone, and hit the "Memo" button on my answering machine. It's designed for you to leave memos on your machine, I guess, but it does a pretty good job of recording phone calls as well.
teh robot: please press, "1" to speak to a representative, or press, "2" t-
"1"
Information regarding "Healthsystems" plays.
Rep: (this time, the sweet voice of an American woman) Hello, thank you for contacting Healthsystems. May I please have your first name?
Nay10: Yeah, sure. But do I have your consent to monitor this phonecall?
Rep: (muffled voices, definitely more than one. an exclamation of some sort.)
-click.

All picked up by my amazing answering machine, comeplete with a verbal date log at the end by the answering machine's built-in system. Awesome. No call since. I must have scared them off.

Cool.

DERRICK BOWSER BACK IN AMERICA PARTY!

Tue, 07 Jun 2005 04:35:19 GMT

Thanks to everyone who came out to Chuck E. Cheese to help us celebrate Derrick's return! Everything went really great. I think everyone had fun with the NBA Jam tourney, and beating TMNT two times consecutively, and loads of amazing Chuck E. Cheese pizza, and Pac Man fever.

So, uh. The last three days of my high school career were last week. Woo. It's good to know that I wont have to go to class there anymore, but I'll also miss the general school day, even the classes that I'm glad to finally be out of. The whole routine of high school felt comforting and familiar, not that I don't openly welcome the fresh change of a new (BIG) city and school. I'm really going to miss everything music related there, most of my teachers, classes with the same familiar faces, third period English class, waltzing in as the big kid in classes I skipped over previous years for APs and Jazz Band, cereal lunch days, and most especially, the man of my dreams, Drew Yingling. While I think every senior can agree that this year has certainly been an eventful one, we've all made the most of it and have enjoyed the ride. However, the raining out of commencement... I can't think of a more appropriate way to end a depressing (school/administration-wise) year. Other than having Bob Casey Jr. as our guest speaker. OH! Just kidding. I like the guy, that was cool that he spoke.

So while the school year faded out, Summer 2005 has kicked off pretty well. Early reports have been comparing the companionship to that of 2003. Shrug.

After my last day of school on Wednesday, Kim and I had a DDR-a-thon and Pac Man Fever pwnage. w00t.

Thursday, I had work.

Friday, commencement, then the drive in! We saw that lame new Will Farrel movie, and Star Wars Episode 3! What a drive back that was. Fog = sux0r.

Saturday, uh. Work. I really need money for my laptop fund, a possible car fund, and future college spendings, so I really don't mind working. I have 25.5 hours this week, in fact, most of which are in the early afternoon, which frees up the rest of my day. And rules.

Sunday, I tagged along with Sarh to go to the mall. I spent a lot of money on junk that I don't really need. Like a SW poster, and ton of CD wallets.

Monday, today, woo. I had to wake up early for my first day of cashier's training! It was kind of exciting, but I'm sure it will wear off by tomorrow at 10, the end of my shift. People don't seem as appreciative when you're a cashier. After work was Derrick's massive HOLY CRAP YOU'RE BACK PARTY. His mom and he became reunited, it was cute. After that, the bulk of us met up at the Holidaysburg Y to play some ball, following a quick goodwill run for street clothes. The court is all dented and shit, so massive puddles engulfed our feet, everyone was soaked to the bone. Following that, a few more kids dispersed, and the remaining lot of us went to Bridgette's for a lil' bonfire, complete with s'mores and Tofu Pups. Tofu tastes really fucking gross, especially when you try to roast it.

And summer goes on. I miss these posts where I just ramble about my days.

ATTENTION LOL LIFE: The idea has been proposed to gather once a week, like we did today, preferably on either a Sunday or Monday afternoon. Who's up for it?

CONGRADUATIONS.

Sat, 04 Jun 2005 07:09:03 GMT

~~AAHS CLASS OF 2005.~~

DREXEL CLASS OF 2010.

TEENAGE COUNTDOWNS.

Sat, 28 May 2005 22:56:35 GMT

TEENAGE COUNTDOWNS:

1 more band performance: Memorial Day Parade
2 more days of high school. ever.
4 days until my honors college app is due
6 more days until graduation.
6 more days until Derrick Bowser becomes an American again
10 hours of work next week
14 days until I begin cashier training
less than 100 days for the kiddies to return to school
around/over 100 days until I move into Dwex Dorms. Drexel doesn't begin school until the 2nd week of September, so I will be the last kid to leave Altoona. That just means I get to help/visit everyone who moves to PSU main the last week of August (Mat, Steve, Nikki, and more). w00t

"teenage countdowns: because TRUE teenagers count'em down!"

SUMMERS.

Thu, 26 May 2005 21:40:12 GMT

The summer season is fast approaching. Vacations. Freedoms. Extended curfews. Love. However, as recent events have shown, we teenagers must protect ourselves. There has never been a more appropriate time for me to reintroduce to you...

THE BANKING SYSTEM
Warning: If you're offended by this entry at its end it's probably because it applies to you.

INTRODUCTION:
Does this sound familiar? Anytime you are satisfied with your life or in a relationship whether it be friend or love, your partners feelings of satisfaction are too boring so they have to do something insensitive and rude and say they have to cause it's just how they feel. So, they persue another person, a better person, or is it a better person? Is it the fact that the person they persue is an insensitive cockface that this particular person is better than yourself? Do you follow me?

So, this person who screwed you over persues this other person they pretty much have no chance with...but they keep trying, that person totally leads them on, but while they lead the person on they screwed you over, they are completely leading this person on behind some other persons back, that some other person is the person that is dating the person that the person that screwed you over is trying to get. You follow? So, me, the one who was screwed over is sad. The person that screwed you over is determined but is slowly going to be completely screwed over too because being led on by the complete jerk was all an act. The person that is being screwed over by the person that screwed your person that screwed you over is screwed too. Why do some people have to express their love to everyone?

THE BANKING SYSTEM:
Not all teenage relationships last forever, so it seems a popular fad is the "Banking System" you know, kind of investing some flirtation in someone else other than the particular person you are seeing, you know maybe, hanging out with them on the side when your mate is busy. So, when you're completely sick of the person you are seeing, you already have a nice back up to go for when you dump them.

But then you have the faithful one, who only cares about that one person you are seeing...but the faithful one has no bank account and has made no investments. The faithful one wonders the world alone, while the investor already has a new person to get. A new fish in the sea. Before the non-investor can even get the bait on the hook, the investor already casts the line and has a bite! Aren't they so smart? Aren't they so good?

INFERIOR/SUPERIOR:
In 95% of relationships, (which is my estimate) there is an inferior or superior, (when you find a relationship where there is no inferior/superior, you know it is a good one). The inferior is the one who calls all the time and the superior says "I am studying, call back later." The inferior is the one who asks to get together with the superior and the superior says "I am going somewhere with a friend, maybe tomorrow." The inferior sucks. The inferior has no bank account. He is poor in the relationship game. He is like the person you play Monopoly with who is so poor they try to sell you a "Get Out Of Jail Free" card for 45 dollars. The inferior is naive, the inferior will never be good. The superior wants a jerk.

"HE'S A JERK, BUT HE HAS GOOD INTENTIONS!":
We've ALL heard that one. You're talking to a friend who is having realtionship trouble and they tell you everything and you say "Why don't you just end it?"

They say, "Oh, no, but he has good intentions." The person who has these problems complains and complains but the jerks always win. You express feelings towards this person who is having these relationship problems, but they stay with the jerk. It's just more exciting. The jerks always win. The nice people always lose.

SO, WAIT, NICE GUYS REALLY DO FINISH LAST?:
Yes, this is true. The jerks are always going to have the girls druling over them. They are not necessarily more attractive. They mostly have better social status, because in high school, everyone always is intrigued by the jerks. It's like this, "WOW I AM ON TALKING TERMS WITH A COMPLETE, INSENSITIVE, EGOTISTICAL JERK, I MUST BE AWESOME." So, then you feel better about yourself because someone who is mean to just about everyone likes you, you're SPECIAL. Yes, that's right, you're special. The guy who cheats on a girl for you, to just lead you on, he is the right one, he is special. The guy who makes fun of all the rejected kids at school, he is better. They are better. Because they make you feel SPECIAL.

-Jaren E. Love

Thu, 19 May 2005 07:08:35 GMT

Episode 3 was crazy.

However, the best scene occurred before the movie. Picture this: Bill Cross dressed as Darth Vader.

REPRESENT

Tue, 17 May 2005 02:55:43 GMT

American Cities That Best Fit You:

60% Philadelphia

55% Chicago

55% Miami

50% Atlanta

50% Boston

Which American Cities Best Fit You?

Tue, 03 May 2005 03:34:07 GMT

The band trip went well. While I enjoyed my vacation, the festival itself was eh. Too much ass kissing by the adjudicators, who want every kid of every ethnic background at random-music-farm-school from Baltimore who hand picks kids from the masses of the surrounding area to attend their own sub-par music program at XYZ University of Carolina. Other than that, I am extremely satisfied with the results we earned, although they don't hold the value they could, had the adjudicators done their job.

One more month.

See you.

...

Thu, 23 Dec 2004 17:35:33 GMT

At first, I thought it was just me, being a scrooge, for thinking that this Christmas hasn't felt very Christmas-y, but read on.

I wake up to today's secondary newspaper headline: "Altoona Center May Close".

What the fuck is this about?!

My mother, as well as 99% percent of the other employees who work there, were not informed of this news prior to today's article. Yes, closing state centers has been impending for years, since the govies have been wanting these billions of dollars back into their pockets for years especially that slug Rendell. However, the point is, all of the hundred or so employees were imformed of the imminent threat from the fucking newspaper. And the man who gave them the heads up, Ray Russo, the Altoona Center bigshot. This dickhead, who has obviously known of the decision for more than a few days, didn't give the building employees, residents, or the resident's families a heads up, and has instead allowed them to fall into complete shock via a 15 second blurb on tv, or a small article in the paper. It isn't so much the fact that they didnt inform those who work there, because it has been comming for years now, but to not call or write to the familes, that is despicible. The other part of the article that pissed me off, was when this county employee, Terza, said in the paper, flat out, that county homes are more efficient than a state institution. If she would take her head out of her gapping asshole for a longer time than it takes to come up for air, she can see that county employees get paid a hell of a lot less than state workers, who also get better incentives and benefits. My mom used to work at Skills, a county home- people would blatantly not show up for shifts at the community center and homes. This isn't to discredit Skills, because they and some other county/community centers do a good job and we know people who work in them, but the employees do have many more faults, due to the incentives.

Merry FUCKING Christmas

Your slug in Harrisburg,
-Ed Rendell

Don't freak out, due to my mother's position and education, she has "bumping" rights, and is gauranteed a job within 50 miles, which will most likely be at Ebensburg Center.

I pretty much let everything dribble out there. I'm going to proof it later and send it into the newspaper.

My dog was put to sleep yesterday, too. His hips have been bad for a while, and he was in a lot of pain. mytribute to Casey.

Sat, 11 Dec 2004 06:37:25 GMT

Ok, so it wasn't exactly a day celebrated with LOL LIFE, but it has been a pretty great day, aside from the massive heap of homework I have had assigned. I mean, it's all stuff that should be mildy entertaining and somewhat stimulating, but it's a lot of time-consuming stuff: finish reading Death of a Salesman, revise analysis essay on Macbeth, write an essay on the downfall of the Roman Empire or the rise of Christianity in the Roman Empire, calc work, write a massive 45 question test for AP German, and download the West Point bridge designer program and create a bridge model.

Tomorrow will be a busy day as well. If you're not busy in the morning, assuming you read this within the next twelve hours, stop by the concert hall at PSU Altoona. I'm playing in their holiday jazz concert. After that, I have work 5-8. Bleh.

But yeah, today has been busy. I didn't have to make up anything this morning, so I slept in until around 7:30, I was so tired. Mr. D was very, if not overly calm about yesterday's incident. We had a talk about it after the performance, and it made me feel good to be talked to on an equal level, despite the immaturity of my actions. To tell you the truth, he could have made me a verbal punching bag for 30 minutes and I would have understood. I think I'm going to write him a thank you note, or stop by his office, er something. I shouldn't let something like that go by without recognition. Mat, Steve, and I headed to the library 6th period, where Mr. Hoffman had a hemmorage about our computer usage. There were three other open computers, should someone else need one, and he told us, "I'm not here to entertain you, go read a magazine or a book er something." What a dickface, he doesn't even know the first thing about operating a computer, so he's not babysitting us or the computers. He isn't even authorized to fix them, if he could do anything other than use his lil' library scanner. I wanted to put a copy of Fahrenheit 451 on his desk after that.

Tonight I jammed out with some new bandmates. I don't know where this thing is headed, but it has been an awesome time the past few practices. So since you're wondering how the hostler is doing, here's the story: hostler is in State College getting set up. This new band is a funk/ska/jam band that Jarret Bickel has assembled, with him acting as frontman and playing guitar. The awesome and completely unexpected line up is Jarret on guitar, Billy Parente on bass, Cory Aboud on set, Nick Raia on trumpet, and me on bone. It's definitely a weird mix to work with, but the jams have been awesome. We're somewhat looking for a keyboardist and singer to throw into the mix, so if you're interested, get ahold of me and I'll refer you over to Jarret. We met up at Cory's tonight, it was a good time. I just hope he gets to his tv before anyone else does.

It's been a while since I've written once of these blurbs about my day. These are always the most entertaining to go back and read, because of exclaiming, "OH HEY I REMEMBER THAT!"

Bleh, that's all.

See you.
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Thu, 09 Dec 2004 20:20:28 GMT

RIP

Bullshit Rant

Thu, 09 Dec 2004 04:01:32 GMT

Note: I realise this is blotchy and ill-structured- I don't care. I'm sure you'll catch on, and most likely agree. That is, unless you're some sort of caveman.

Here is what is wrong with society today: two player grapple each other on a basketball court, your typical drunken meathead sportsfan chucks a full cup of beer at the visitor. Since this is America and we can get away with that, I'll just over look that fact, at least for the moment. What I want to know is, what drugs Ron Artest is on to put him into such a rage over it. He had to have been snorting crack off his coach's asscrack in the locker room at halftime, because there is no justifiable mood disorder that you could blame for such an incident. He barbarically monkied his way through the stands like a baboon swinging at random Detroit fans, with no regard for anything but beating the shit out of the little white guy that got pissed off about his hissy on the court. It doesn't even stop there, when two of his buddies take the initiative to join in and assist in assaulting any fan who steps onto the basketball court, albeit a non-permitted move for the fans, but when you see those animals crawling through the stands, what are you to do anyway? At this point, think to yourself- what would you do? You've already seen three players attack fans on your end of the arena, and with so many guys in the same jersey, you don't know if they're comming to attack as well or to tame their beast. I'm sure I would have done as most of the fans did- hurl my bottle of beer at anyone comming in my direction. The security was fiddling with their pepper spray, going after fearful attendees, rather than the animals hunting prey. So after all this, there are five players with one count of assault each. This would sound almost fair, if it wern't for the three viewers who are being charged for throwing their cups of beer in defense. This is nothing but a bullshit ploy and a distraction caused by the NBA and the Pacers to subdue their own problems. There were reports last week that Artest is appealing to play in the post-season, that's bullshit. I was never much of a basketball fan, due to the NBA's lenient (nonexistant, rather) punishment of drug-abusing players, but this is outrageous. Granted, it isn't the NBA saying that one person is or isn't guilty, that's the city's job, but for them to whine about a few cups of beer is ludicious. It happens at most games, and is either overlooked as a childish action, or persued if the obxoious heckler continues. The NBA does nothing but take a bunch of pompus street trash and throw them on the court to battle out their egos for a few hours and return to the locker room to snort another line off the urinal before getting totally wasted at some crummy bar afterward. I think the NBA could be just as sucessful if they threw these animals in a giant cage to maul each other like the barbarians they are, with the winner reciving a giant trophy cup filled with their favorite steroid or illegal substance.

Bleh. Crappy, but I'm not out for an A+ or a scholarship with this one.

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 22:28:05 GMT

Less than twenty-four hours of my reapp, Martin's has taken me back. I go back Tuesday.

MIGHT AS WELL JUMP!

Wed, 01 Dec 2004 03:36:53 GMT

Went crusin' with Sarh tonight, it was c00l. I completed my reapplication at Martin's , by talking to one of the new managers. I guess I have to go in to talk to Dave sometime this week, whenever he is back. Scheduling my driver's test tomorrow. Life.

Nothing more to say, so I leave you with this:

I hope more than three people get this.

Tue, 30 Nov 2004 04:39:33 GMT

A day in the LOL LIFE

Tonight was awesome. After Jaren finished dicking around, he picked up me and kazE for a night on the town. I wanted to para at the mall, Jaren wanted to go into Chuck E Cheese, and kazE just wanted to bust out of his house. So, Jaren pulled into Chuck E Cheese, where we thought about buying some rolf, but then we brainstormed an awesome idea- hit every single game room in Atoona, and log it's contents. So, after a game of TMNT and Asteriods, Jaren drove out to the Ramada, where we went to check out their game room. I didnt know that Altoona had two copies of STUN Rider, which is awesome. After that, we hit Galactic Ice and played a couple of games of Pump, much to the distress of the GI Crew. Finally, we hit the mall, played some Para Para, and ran into Sarh. The four of us got some rolf @ Little Ceasers.

Ok, so that didn't sound so awesome, now that I blog it all... but it was just a good ol' night in the LOL LIFE. I guess we're going to make an Altoona arcade website soon. KEWL.

Back to school in about eight hours, with NO homework completed. Awesome.

See you.

.

This is an awesome test.

Mon, 29 Nov 2004 03:18:20 GMT

Bold what is True
1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!".
2. You watched the Pound Puppies.
3. You can sing the rap to the "Fresh Prince of Bel Air."
4. You wore biker shorts under your skirts and felt stylish.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-Sitters Club and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those little Strawberry Shortcake pals scented dolls..
7. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on "Blossom." (and "How rude!" comes from Stephanie on "Full House").
8. Two words: M.C. Hammer (three words: M.C. Hammer PANTS).
9. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock.."
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to "Duck Tales."
12. You remember when it was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons..
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head..
14. You saw the original "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" on the big screen.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail Day in computer class at school.
16. You played the game "MASH." (Mansion Appartment Shack House).
17. You wore a Jordache Jean jacket and you were proud of it..
18. L.A. Gear.
19. You wanted to change your name to "JEM" in Kindergarten.
20. You remember reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and all the Ramona books. (Henry and Ribsy was my fav!)
21. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF.".
22. You wanted to be a Goonie. Truffle Shuffle! Boodie Trap! .
23. You even wore flourescent clothing..
24. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off.
25. You have pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
26. You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school..
27. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
28. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after (almost) every sentence..
29. You remember Hypercolor T-shirts..
30. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
31. You thought She-Ra and He-Man should hook up.
32. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged friendship bracelets..
33. You owned a pair of jelly sandals.
34. After you saw "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?" .
35. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up!"
36. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates..
37. You even got injured on a Slip 'n' Slide.
38. You have even played with a Skip-It.
39. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonald's.
40. You've gone through this list occasionally saying "awesome.".
41. You remember Popples. .
42. "Don't worry, be happy."
43. You wore like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights.
44. You wore socks scrunched down..
45. "Miss Mary MACK MACK MACK, all dressed in BLACK BLACK BLACK, with silver BUTTONS, BUTTONS, BUTTONS all down her BACK, BACK, BACK!".
46. You remember boom boxes vs. CD players..
47. You remember watching both "Gremlins" movies.
48. You knew what it meant to say "Care Bear Stare!".
49. You remember watching "Rainbow Brite" and "My Little Ponies." .
50. You thought Doogie Howser was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac..
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool..
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By the Bell."
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi.
56. You used to pretend that you could transform into a Power Ranger. (i was the pink one!)
57. You wonder why they ever cancelled The Snorks.
58. Watched the entire Ernest movie series.
59. Ran to your neighbor's house daily after school to play Duck Hunt.
60. Sketchers or Kangaroo Shoes?
61. Dare. DOUBLE DARE. PHYSICAL CHALLENGE!

Sun, 28 Nov 2004 21:50:49 GMT

Hi back, nothing more to say.

Mon, 22 Nov 2004 02:36:24 GMT

Tomorrow morning I am leaving for Grand Rapids, Michigan.

See you in a week.

This entry is dedicated to those "little people" in my life.

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 06:26:21 GMT

Public Service Announcement

So I know you're reading this. I just want you and a few others to know that despite what you may think, I did not and do not create those little negative thoughts in your brain, so don't blame your life's troubles and insecurites on me. I don't let petty issues in life get the best of me, ever, unlike you. Please don't ever assume that I have a thought process like yours, or anyone else's for that matter. I take great pride in saying that I have more self-esteem than most people I know, all put together.

No Jaren, that wasn't for you. XD
YOU CANT KEEP THIS DOG DOWN!

Fri, 19 Nov 2004 21:54:53 GMT

The Question of the Day is:

[16:25] Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
[16:25] Jaren Love: u

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
ivy000: the banks closed

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
*** Auto-response from Josh W Boese: I am away from my computer right now

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
Scott W Kessler: no-one
Scott W Kessler: i'm lactose intolerant
Scott W Kessler: LOL
Nay1O: LOL
Nay1O: I FORGOT
Nay1O: LOL
Scott W Kessler: I'D JUST END UP GETTIN THE RUNS
Scott W Kessler: LOL

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
John Bucci: lick my genitals after the were already forced in and out of a whore's asshole.
Nay1O: LOL
John Bucci: mmm
John Bucci: ah, who
John Bucci: i'd do
John Bucci: hmm
John Bucci: damn. i dont know
John Bucci: queen latifah
Nay1O: EW
Nay1O: GROSS
John Bucci: hey, klondikes are good

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
Ian Rhoat: honey, the question is "who wouldn't I do for one?"

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
XcAroLb123X: the polar bear on the wrapper

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
caily ramone: george bush : /
Nay1O: yikes
Nay1O: well
Nay1O: I didnt know you wanted a lil republican in you

Nay1O: who would you do?
Nay1O: for a klondike bar?
Angelabelle1601: ew NOTHING
Angelabelle1601: i hate that SHIITT

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
DuraShuckle: DEFINITELY RALPH NADER

Nay One Oh: who would you do for a klondike bar?
LOVE MS BUTTFACE: eat my poop

Nay1O: who would you do for a klondike bar?
ChelseyxFaye: NOONE
ChelseyxFaye: who would you do for a klondike bar
Nay1O: depends how hungry I am

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Needless to say, I am bored. I was going to make a post about why I hate (as of recently) hate high school. I guess I'm always anxious and ready for the next step. What am I going to do in my senior years?

To anyone who is in for PSU next year: I plan on contacting the PSU Altoona registrar to see if I can take a freshman course in spring, does anyone have info on this, or want to persue this with me?

Moron Alert

Wed, 17 Nov 2004 22:40:26 GMT

I usually don't bitch about things, because in my reality, nothing gets to me. I can't think of anything that affects me for more than five minutes, and that's at the most serious level. BUT sheer stupidity bugs the HELL out of me.

To elaborate, stupid people in my World class. I was shooting the shit with Bridgette, like usual, and Zolnak overheard and made his way into the conversation, like usual. I had told Bridgette about my acception into PSU, and we gave high-fives. So, when he asks what we were talking about, Bridgette says, "NAYTE GOT INTO PENN STATE MAIN CAMPUS!" There was that roar of approval from the naive juniors, like it's a labor to get into college. Maybe I'm just not appreciative enough. Anyway, after a few questions about my PSU-possible future, Andy McGhee pipes in with, "I got accepted at Penn." For those of you who don't know, (and if you dont, shame on you) UPenn is an ivy league school for the elite- think Harvard or Yale, but located down the road in Philly. Then, the kicker is his "SAT score of 1360," which he had to say was higher than mine. We'll see how that ranks up when I get my new scores back Saturday morning. After I questioned him with, "Did you go for early acceptance?" and "Which SAT IIs did you have to take?", I felt that I did a good job of proving his ignorance. Truthfully, I like Andy a lot- we've been through a lot the past six years at Altoona. I would even go as far as say that I admire his interest and knowledge in a wide variety of skills and topics, he's a true jack of all trades. Having said that, hearing that he "turned down an acceptance into UPenn," after he's changed his college choice and major bi-weekly the past three years, I was steamed.

But then again, I wasn't. There wern't too many in the class familiar with Penn, and I'm sure out of everyone there, Zolnak had detected his stupidity before everyone else.

I don't think I've gone out of line by talking about my acceptance. I posted it because I'm proud of myself and my work, and it made me feel accomplished. I haven't gone out of my way to rub it in all of my classmate's faces. I don't think anything that I have done in the past twenty-four hours constitutes his kind of behavior, and infact, nothing does.

Why do people lie about SAT scores like it's the size of their penis? No one cares, and only those interested in those numbers will see them anyway.

Tue, 16 Nov 2004 22:24:04 GMT

I made it into Penn State main campus.

No one has dance moves like me.

That is all.

[edit]Then, I find out there is a possibility that we are moving (within the city). If I were to guess at the likelihood, I would put it at 65% right now. It's more serious and possible now than ever, and I haven't decided if I am excited about it or not.

Birthday Reminder!

Thu, 28 Oct 2004 17:43:28 GMT

Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be marching my last football game on Senior Night at Mansion Park. Since you do nothing better than walk around the track surfing for pimps, please take a few minutes out of your time to make large posterboard signs that say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOSTLER", "NAYTEN THE TEST CAME OUT POSITIVE", or something like that, to hold up during halftime. Thank you.

-nayten

Forgot to post over here.

Mon, 25 Oct 2004 02:57:18 GMT

I found some hilarious links for everyone who was interested in the time travel discussion last night. Keep in mind that I don't know who wrote the articles and who is supporting that individual or company, so maybe that would be useful for you to check out as well.

Wikipida page for Time Travel
Time Travel
HowStuffWorks "How Time Travel Will Work
NOVA - Time Travel (NOVA is PBS's science series that you've probably watched in school at some point)
Nikola Telsa's Time Travel
Philadelphia Experiment- this is what was refered to last night
The US Navy's FAQ page on the Philadelphia Project
Montauk Experiment
Google Search "Philadelphia Experiment"
John Titor - Supposedly, John Titor traveled back in time during 2000-2001 and told this great time travel story. If you look into it, or even if you don't, you can tell that it is a bunch of bullshit. There's a cult following of this on the net.

Weird Stuff.