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.