yeah. that is me.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
well this is the week of oddities... turns out Head, the guitarist from Korn has found god, and subsequently decided devilishly good metal is no longer appropriate. he intendes to give more details to the members of his new found church in some sort of coming out speech. then the poser band of choice for all the kids, blink 182 is done. permanent hiatus. ha. i think the reason is pretty obvious. travis isnt the kind of guy to mesh with that band. mark and tom play off as goofy 19 yearolds; while travis is all about metal and is married to a playmate. see any problems? i think with the crowd of teenie boppers that latched on to them; they finnally had to give in. and as far as korn is concerned, i think they knew the end was near as well. they still vow to carry on. but its not really going to happen. each album becomes more of a stretch and is farther down the charts. the boon years for rap-metal-core are done. hence limp biscuit, and kid rock havent been heard from excepting random arrest warrants. sigh. i guess we are stuck with the trends now. shit like [not so] good charlotte, pneu-metal, and bands that want to be old school/or nostolgia acts.. like the darkness, kings of leon, and motley crue, kiss incarnations, and whom ever is composing whitesnake and quiet riot now.
anyways.
friday scares me. my latin mid term. its looking fair on paper. just alot of shit to be familiar with to translate a paltry 8 lines. something like 300 lines. but its going to be worth buku points. and i need a good score. 80ish or better. all i do want for the class grade is my C. but i have a feeling im going to need to score better than C's on the exams to get that. just to get out of here. but im not in panic mode yet. ive passed everything ive been given so far. zero missed assignments. no attendance penalty. so if i keep on this streak. of atleast passing everything i take. im in the clear. i dont care so much about my grade, or my gpa now. i care about making it through it all. and this is starting to weigh on my mind.
other things on my mind. saturday night andrea and i went to see Million Dollar Baby. after watching it we started talking about stuff on the way out to the car and i was talking about how i had an old, old relative that had died of alzhiemers related illnesses and such. well, oddly enough. saturday night the last of my family members in the des moines area passes away. my great aunt ruth; whom i hadnt seen in probably 8 years; died of a stroke. the normal phone calls came out. now couple with emails from my mother about whats going on. mom seemed kind of upset about it. i think shes realized the edge of the family tree on her side. sure there are some kids and great grand kids. but they are so remote from us, that weve never met most of them, and some we dont even have names of. dads side doesnt have many left either. so this is kind of something to think over. funeral is friday. there is no way staples will let me out for it. besides. thats my latin mid term. i hope aunt ruth would understand. my uncle bob would have [her husband, whom died about 4 years ago]. hed laugh. ask me about baseball. maybe even take me out side and tell stories to get away from the adults which we both found boring at times. other times hed just fall asleep snoring in the middle of them. aunt ruth would just shake her head. and just keep on talking. course. i was like 6. but i remember being at the acerage... back before the east side of des moines became inhabited. when we could stand on the hill and see the interstate from their house, just past the horse barn. now there are stop and go lights, kwik shops, and cigarette outlets less than a block away. everything is paved. 4 lanes. its kinda hard even finding where they used to live. everything has changed. and it really was so long ago. like when i was a kid; and we go out to the farm. being 4 or 5 and running through strawberry patches was something fun. id eat so many, and get so tired, uncle roger would have to give me a ride back to the house on the tractor. i remember the first time seeing a deer gutted there. i remember the turkey sheds. it seemed like a million little baby turkeys all fluffy peeping around. and a field of grown turkey wandering around, never figuring out where the rocks were coming from, that id throw at them. all those years where wed have the whole family over at the farm for thanksgiving. the year we had like a 40 pound turkey. had to have been like 1985... i was in school... but my brother didnt exist yet... and it snowed about 4 feet on thanksgiving day. and we were all stuck at the farm. all 20 of us. back then the road was dirt and gravel county roads. now the interstate runs about 70 yards from where the farm entrance was. back then, 3000 acres of corn and beans meant something. today its just a profitable chunk of land to sell off to kwik shops and cigarette outlets. the family changed when they moved off the farm. bob and ruth still had theirs. but ray and dorthy moved off a long time before [they farmed the land that was eventually sold to the state for the Living History Farms, hint hint.. and that was in the early fifties]. but we all realize our mortality at some point. everyone gets old. we all die. families shrink. but they grow too. for now, im nearing 30. i shouldnt speak as though those years when i was 5 are like they were yesterday. they were, in actuallity 20 years ago. a generation ago. things have definitely changed. and im not 5 anymore.
anyways.
friday scares me. my latin mid term. its looking fair on paper. just alot of shit to be familiar with to translate a paltry 8 lines. something like 300 lines. but its going to be worth buku points. and i need a good score. 80ish or better. all i do want for the class grade is my C. but i have a feeling im going to need to score better than C's on the exams to get that. just to get out of here. but im not in panic mode yet. ive passed everything ive been given so far. zero missed assignments. no attendance penalty. so if i keep on this streak. of atleast passing everything i take. im in the clear. i dont care so much about my grade, or my gpa now. i care about making it through it all. and this is starting to weigh on my mind.
other things on my mind. saturday night andrea and i went to see Million Dollar Baby. after watching it we started talking about stuff on the way out to the car and i was talking about how i had an old, old relative that had died of alzhiemers related illnesses and such. well, oddly enough. saturday night the last of my family members in the des moines area passes away. my great aunt ruth; whom i hadnt seen in probably 8 years; died of a stroke. the normal phone calls came out. now couple with emails from my mother about whats going on. mom seemed kind of upset about it. i think shes realized the edge of the family tree on her side. sure there are some kids and great grand kids. but they are so remote from us, that weve never met most of them, and some we dont even have names of. dads side doesnt have many left either. so this is kind of something to think over. funeral is friday. there is no way staples will let me out for it. besides. thats my latin mid term. i hope aunt ruth would understand. my uncle bob would have [her husband, whom died about 4 years ago]. hed laugh. ask me about baseball. maybe even take me out side and tell stories to get away from the adults which we both found boring at times. other times hed just fall asleep snoring in the middle of them. aunt ruth would just shake her head. and just keep on talking. course. i was like 6. but i remember being at the acerage... back before the east side of des moines became inhabited. when we could stand on the hill and see the interstate from their house, just past the horse barn. now there are stop and go lights, kwik shops, and cigarette outlets less than a block away. everything is paved. 4 lanes. its kinda hard even finding where they used to live. everything has changed. and it really was so long ago. like when i was a kid; and we go out to the farm. being 4 or 5 and running through strawberry patches was something fun. id eat so many, and get so tired, uncle roger would have to give me a ride back to the house on the tractor. i remember the first time seeing a deer gutted there. i remember the turkey sheds. it seemed like a million little baby turkeys all fluffy peeping around. and a field of grown turkey wandering around, never figuring out where the rocks were coming from, that id throw at them. all those years where wed have the whole family over at the farm for thanksgiving. the year we had like a 40 pound turkey. had to have been like 1985... i was in school... but my brother didnt exist yet... and it snowed about 4 feet on thanksgiving day. and we were all stuck at the farm. all 20 of us. back then the road was dirt and gravel county roads. now the interstate runs about 70 yards from where the farm entrance was. back then, 3000 acres of corn and beans meant something. today its just a profitable chunk of land to sell off to kwik shops and cigarette outlets. the family changed when they moved off the farm. bob and ruth still had theirs. but ray and dorthy moved off a long time before [they farmed the land that was eventually sold to the state for the Living History Farms, hint hint.. and that was in the early fifties]. but we all realize our mortality at some point. everyone gets old. we all die. families shrink. but they grow too. for now, im nearing 30. i shouldnt speak as though those years when i was 5 are like they were yesterday. they were, in actuallity 20 years ago. a generation ago. things have definitely changed. and im not 5 anymore.
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