Third Time's A Charm . . .

. . . and little children are safe with Michael Jackson. Being in Civil Air Patrol, I get several orientation flights where I get to go up in an airplane and take the controls for awhile. My first flight was cancelled, so was the second . . . but to day was different. I got to go to the airport to day! But the god of the winds seems to hate me. My flight was cancelled again. If anyone ever says "third time's a charm . . . ," to me again, I will tear out their eyeballs and use them as a new cue ball . . .

Yesterday was particularly terrifying. I had a History exam. Because it was AP, it was hard. Believe me, I had more fun earlier this week in Trigonometry or Chemistry. My teacher's an interesting teacher. She tends to say things like "I'm gonna hang you by your tie and shoot you." I wasn't suprised, then, yesterday, to see a skeleton hanging from the cieling . . . I didn't like that kid anyways.

Ah, but schools out at last.

In other news, I have a new website comming out soon. It'll have C-Script tutorials and such. I'm working on a game about a wizard who blows stuff up. It's comming along slow but surely. Disgustingly, I've had to use trig in it once. I hate knowing that math isn't useless. It should be!

Learned about the mole in chemestry - 6.022 x 10e23. That's disgusting too. I have never understood why numbers like that couldn't be something simple like 1 x 10e23. Something easy to understand. There is a conspiracy underfoot folks! One to confuse us and ruin us all.

Speaking of ruin . . . George Bush is president . . .

Speaking of Bush, I found an interesting sight here: Fallujah in Pictures I'm warning you, there is some gore.

J Kuhl Signing Off

Just Say No

My school this year got a new chemistry/biology teacher. He's rather creepy. Always grins. Always. My theory is that he took an anger management course or something and took it too far . . . Mike told me a story about something that happened in one of his classes the other day. Apparently the teacher was talking about how when he was young, he had a beard like Santy Clause, drank like a fish and went to wild parties until three-four in the morning! If you saw him today, you'd never believe it. But anyways, some student then asked him if he took drugs. He answered "That's an inappropriate question."

Tell me, doesn't that say YES to you? If he had not taken drugs, he'd have just said no. It's like telling a police officer that they cannot look in your trunk. Maybe that's why the teacher's always grinning . . .

Tommorrow is Thanksgiving. Let us give thanks to the men who kicked out the Indians and let us steal their lands.

Happy Turkey Day anyways

J Kuhl Signing Off

Fascism in America

One more rant against Bush and I'll stop. I found a website and its called Wake Up and Smell the Fascism. My question for you, America, why the hell did you vote for him? Look at him! He looks like frikken Curious George and that's just the tip of the iceberg!

His war in Iraq has sunk the US in a quagmire, ruined foreign policy in the Middle East and only raised the terror alert! While we deal with Saddam, Al-Zaquari and his followers Osama, the mastermind of 9-11 runs loose plotting more destruction. He's an arrogant peice of crap who doesn't give a damn about the environment and cares only for the rich elite. This war in Iraq reminds me too much like . . . lebensraum . . .

Four more years . . .

Lets hope he doesn't invade Canada too . . .

In Other News, school is boring.

"Ralph Waldo Emerson is an over-inflated windbag" -Mike

J Kuhl Signing Off

Procrastination

I like the word Procrastination. I also like Transubstatiation, because they are so long. Transubstatiation alone has 18 letters. But I like the word procrastination, and hate it too, because I always find myself doing it, and therefore, this blog is nearly a full month late. Oh well. I get busy. School gets in the way, National Peace Essays get in the way, I get in my way . . .

I was very upset November 2nd, when Bush won the election. Come on America, what's wrong with you? I asked, no begged, pleaded, with you. Jesus for President. But no. Lets vote for the rich cry-baby warmonger. Ave Bushius Caesar!

At least the Odd Couple went well, except for the line Kyle missed each show! In the first performance, Oscar hit the plate with my BLT & pickle on it. The pickle flew over the walls of the set! It was like SuperPickle, here to save the day. Sounds like a really bad kids show. The next performance, someone put jelly in my BLT. The one part of the show I was looking forward to . . . gone.

Speaking of gone, I think he is finaly gone. He, the only one at school whom I hate, no, LOATH. First he makes fun of my friends, then me, then he alienates my friends, and that was it. He's gone. Christian Morality . . . gone as well. I only have so much willpower.

Got a good two inch snowfall Sunday morning. I was quite amazed when I woke up and saw the snow. I want to ski . . .

On this Day in History, Nov 22, 2003 - I starred as Peter in the improv dinner theatre, A Deadly Reunion for the last time. Then I pictured Peter in my mind dying in a Stalinesque style

Nov 22, 1963, President Kennedy assassinated in Texas. Someone's created a video game about this. You play as Lee Harvey Oswald. Now that is disgusting. We don't need crap like that. But now its out and it's the creaters law-given right to produce that game. God Bless America.

And with those thoughts:

J Kuhl Signing Off

Happy Halloween!

Halloween, the day where the ghosts and the goblins and the Bob the Builders and the Harry Potters go door to door on a gluttonous spree of candy. I love it. Twix in particular is my favorite, but I digress. Halloween is the most beautiful holiday of the year, everyone comes together at night to turn their mouthes into a dentist's nightmare. American commerciallism at its finest, Halloween is one excellent holiday.

In Other News: I recovered my CD case. It went missing about a week ago. That sent me into a frantic frenzy. I dug up my locker, my bedroom, backpack, car, everywhere. The damn thing's got to be worth $200 dollars in all. I sigh with relief that it's back. My thanks to Josh, the SAVIOR of music. Now . . . where the hell is my car . . . .

Oh yeah, I don't have a car.

A friend of mine has left St. Dom's for good this week. Rather upsetting. Why can't the stupid people leave? There is this one kid whom I'd to . . . heh, lets just say it involves a lot of blood, anyways, he's annoying, cruel and pretty stupid. He thinks I am his friend. I'm not. I hate his guts. Why couldn't he leave?

On This Day In History: October 31, 2003; Last year I went to school. My costume was a dress. I had fun. I got stuck in it though. This year, I was a sergeant in the United States Air Force. Actually, I want to join the Air Force, become a fighter pilot and fly in the brand new F-35. It can hover in midair at zero air speed, land and take off vertically, fly supersonic and has stealth protection. We'll see, we'll see. . .

J Kuhl Signing Off

Wooden Sticks

My religion teacher from last year made this comment, "I couldn't see myself looking down a mountian on a pair of wooden sticks attached to my feet." Ahh, but I could. Skiing. I love it. The cold wind whistling past, the high-speed thrill, the twist and turns over the moguls, and the occasional fall on the double diamonds. Living in Maine, I have become quite an avid skier, and it being October, almost November, I already itch to feel the weight of the the skis on my feet. Skiing. It's in my blood. Soon I'll be nothing but a cloud of snow powder.

Wooden sticks indeed!

J Kuhl Signing Off

Tuesdays: Bringer of Doom

I might be the only person on this messed up planet who happens to like his Mondays. Call me crazy, but they aren't that bad when you think about it, you're still fresh from the preceeding weekend. But seeing as its a Tuesday, all hell is determined to break loose, Tuesdays, those magical days set aside for such wonderous experiances like the last donut being taken from me at break, the one thing, the one thing, the one thing, that I look forward to. Gone. Tuesdays, are like French weapons, they jam up real easily. Tuesdays are days that were designed to add misery to an otherwise happy week. Tuesdays are days that make me feel as if I am flat on my back and hordes of evil midget-monkeys are stampeding over me in high heel shoes. I'm writing this part in study hall, it is only second period, and I'm already bored to tears. I'm thinking of jumping out the window . . . good thing I'm on the first floor, huh?
Ah, well . . .

Everyone; A toast: To Tommorrow! Until then, I shall do the only thing I can possibly think of that might help me today . . . sleep! Ah yes, I can't wait, the sleep of the innocent, well . . . sleep anyways. To next Monday. May it snow ten feet and school be cancelled.

In other news, a man grew a plant in his belly button. It's an interesting article, not to mention slightly nauseating and disturbing. Story here..

Odd Couple going well. I'm having fun in rehearsels and were starting to pull together. November Fifth, day of the production, seems very close right now though. I hope I survive this one.

Shut the door behind you!

J Kuhl, Signing Off.

Drama is a Five Letter Word

Since the beginning of my High School career, the Drama Society has been a large part of it. Funny thing is, I think this is how "they" are trying to kill me. I don't know who "they" are or what they have against me, but there is a conspiricy. My current theory is that my school, St. Dominic in Auburn ME, is haunted by the ghost of Father Druin, the man who founded the place and for some inexplicible reason, he chose me.

So what does this have to do with drama? Drama is where it always happens. Take last year for example. The show was Hello Dolly, a show I wasn't even suppose to be involved with in the first place. What happened was that a friend of mine, my ride home that day, took off without me, leaving me behind. There was a Drama rehearsal that day. I made the mistake of deciding to help out in crew for that day, because after that, I was stuck.

Don't go thinking I'm complaining here, I had fun. It's just that some of the things that happened at that time were rather bizzare. There's one such event I'd like to share to make my point. My friends, Kyle and Ben were moving a sound board from the back of the room to the stage. Because the stage is in the school's cafeteria, there were tables and chairs in the way. I was pushing these out of the way when I heard a loud electronic voice shout "Die you stinkin moron! Die!" Next thing I know, I'm flying in the air about fifty feet, land on my back, skid another fifty and bump into the spotlight, which then began to chase me. Fortunatly, when it pulled its extension cord from the wall, it stopped, to never harrass me again. Obviously something is trying to kill me, and its doing it through the Drama Society. This is what I call the Curse.

But I had fun. Everyone loved my star role where Ben and I walked on stage between scenes, turned a table around and then walked off. Got more applause than the real star of the show.

So this year, being the intelligent man I am, I joined Drama again.

The play I'm in is the Odd Couple. Vinnie. He's a whipped, nerdy type of guy whose only positive aspect is that he always wins poker. So far, the Curse, however, hasn't struck. Actually, I'm having a lot of fun with The Odd Couple, it's my first real role with a script. It's also fun to watch Kyle and Mr. Thibideaux (the director, and my French III teacher) fight with each other.

In other news, the Quarterly Exams are finally over. I can finally breath, and perhaps by next friday, my burning headache will finally disappear and the voices in my head might finally stop. The Sine of 45 is the square root of . . . The French Indian war was the cause of . . . the conjugation of avoir with . . . Maybe someday the madness will stop.

A new move in chess has been formed called La Francais. What you do is you set yourself into checkmate, call for the American army to help, and run when they show up! Heh heh heh!

Hey, French men and women, just teasing!

J Kuhl, Signing Off

Jesus For President!

Seriously, these campaigns are getting rediculus! I just want slap both Flipflop Kerry and Warmonger Bush in the face sometimes! I'm watching my daily TV shows (on the rare occasion that I am home and awake) and a commercial comes and Kerry just slams Bush. Almost before that one ends, Bush strikes back at Kerry. I tell you, these two argue like old women and neither of them have what it takes to be president. One's a greedy little pig and a warmonger, the other a flip-flop abortionist! I propose a new candidate!

Jesus For President!

Think about it. Seriously! First of all, healthcare. Kerry has some big government plan to implement (which either never works or is just a scheme for more money) and Bush doesn't care. Jesus has high social standards, man! Healthcare would be free, unlimited, especially for the sinners and the rich!

He'd also be for the poor. He'd reduce the homeless in the large cities, lend aid to the poor farmers and industrial workers. America would flourish.

Jesus' view of the environment: Unlike Bush, who choses to ignore the planet, the world that was created by God would surely be taken care of by His own son!

Nuclear Arms - He'd get rid of them. They have no defense, they are purely weapons of hate. The world would be a happier place.

War in Iraq and Afghanistan: Being a pacifist and a very wise rabbi he'd have our troops back home, safe and sound before you could say ressurection!

Therefore, on November 2, 2004 I will, and I urge all of you to do this as well (in memory of Him), vote for Jesus of Nazereth for the 44th President of the United States of America. God Bless and Good Night

J Kuhl Signing Off.