[Nite_Owl]'s diary

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Written about Sunday 2008-06-01
Written: (4329 days ago)

For all who don't know, and for the few that care to read, I'm going off on vacation for the next week or so. I'll be back on here June 9 at the earliest, unless by some stroke of luck there's internet access and phone service in the Caribbean :P In which case you'll see me earlier than that. But don't get your hopes up. I'll take lots of pictures and post them someplace if anyone's interested.

In other news, my shitty Biology teacher might give me a C in the class. Which sucks. That's about all I have to say on that matter.

BUT! School is over at last!! Sort of. This summer is going to suck some serious ass, methinks. Technically I only have 2 WEEKS of summer instead of 2 MONTHS like everyone else. Taking PE over the summer in the 100+ heat for 4 weeks is not going to be dandy -_- Vacation's nice, but not whem my mother is hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and doesn't care anymore. Bleh :\

At least I'll be in another country for a while. Just as hot, but at least its not a bloody desert -_-

See ya next week, guys!

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Written about Tuesday 2008-05-13
Written: (4347 days ago)
Next in thread: 1029221

So guess what? I has blog nao: http://niteowlnest.blogspot.com/

Yup, world just ended.

Dunno why I got it, or what I'll put on it, but there it is. I think I'll be putting some of my actual writings there if anyone's intersted in that. I plan on writing at least one small piece of fiction every week. We'll see how that plays out :P

In other news, we have only three weeks left of school including this one :D This week I have a Calculus final on Taylor series and vectors, and a two-day Spanish 3 final.

Finished my two hard AP tests--Calculus I think I did alright, History I don't really know. I think I might have barely passed :/ But tomorrow is my AP English Language and Composition test, and I'm not worried about that one hardly at all :P

Thursday I have a poetry reading at my school that should be pretty good, unlike last time when it ran the same day that "Our Town" opened -_- That was lame. Also, the fifteenth is one of me best buddy's birthdays :D Yay, party and relaxation!

It looks like I'm going to end up with four B's and two A's this year, which isn't that good--a bit worse than I had hoped--but it works out okay I guess. The grades are weighted, so technically I think I still have a 4.0+ GPA :) I'm just trying to forget about it and just keep them up and don't fuck up anymore than I already have.

But anyways, that's the news, and I'm out.

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Written about Tuesday 2008-04-29
Written: (4362 days ago)
Next in thread: 1026508, 1026657

So...it's the last month of my Junior year of high school. Not very pleased about it actually. Very little to look forward to for quite a long while.

So here's what's going on in May that will probably end in my death:

--All my final tests. Hardcore finals in all classes but one (English).
--Last DBQ (Document-Based Question) in US History, and last quiz
--Final project in History (due dat unknown)
--Final project in Spanish (due May 9)
--Final project/assignment in Psychology on Panic Disorders (due May 21)
--Final project/lab in Biology HL (due date unknown)
--AP Calculus AB Exam=rape me (May 7)
--AP US History Exam=possible rape me, possible okayness (May 9)
--AP English Language Exam=probable pwnage with my essay-writing l33t skillz (May 14)
--Poetry readings and portaits for friends on my "free time" (lol)
--Probably other stuff not assigned yet -_-''''

For those who don't know, AP Exams are giant tests of doom that rape you in the ass for college credits. Based on the score you get (1-5, 3 being the passing grade), most colleges will consider it as having taken the class and you can skip basically your whole freshman year at a university. Crazziness. However, sometimes they take it if you pass, sometimes you have to rape it harcore for it to matter to them.

Basically, what all this means, is that I'm quite busy for a while. I might not be on as much as I usually am, what with the major studying and such.

Also, my mood has been testy lately since my grades are dropping a little and I'm running out of time to get them back up. Right now I have two A's (Spanish and Psychology) and four B's (English, Biology, Calculus, US History), which may not seem bad but my goal was four A's and two B's. I might be able to barely manage that, or at least to bring one of the up to an A. Fucking Bio. teacher keeps docking points for nothing, so I'm on the edge of a C for nothing at all. Asshole.

Anyways...

If I'm not on, I'm reviewing the differences between Madison's and Jefferson's administrations, or possibly reviewing theories of integration and substitution, or cramming everything I know about Nathaniel Hawthorne and George Orwell into my brain. Fun stuff, but it has to be done.

See ya eventually.

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Written about Monday 2008-03-17
Written: (4404 days ago)

So I'm thinking of sending in a secret to Post Secret (see www.postsecret.com). I haven't decided what exactly to say, and I've been brooding over it for weeks now. I sent one in, as a preliminary, just to see if I could do it.

A little while back I actually wrote a secret of mine on a dollar bill and spent at the student store. I kinda like the idea. I just hope that someone reads it and understands what it means.

(I'm really not depressed at all, by the way, since I kinda sound like it :P I found my old Star Fox 64 game which makes me smile insanely, and anyone who's ever played it will agree with its awesomeness :D)

But besides all that,

Happy St. Patty's Day!!


I won't get to celebrate much today, so happiness to everyone else!

Cheers, mates! (^,^)
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Written about Friday 2008-03-07
Written: (4414 days ago)
Next in thread: 1016323, 1016345

So I tried out for my first play today--Arthur Miller's The Crucible. No idea if I'll be in it yet, I didn't even get to read lines for the characters I signed up for (Elizabeth Proctor, Rebecca Nurse, and Mrs. Putnam--didn't want to be too daring). I read for Mary Warren's couple lines in the beginning and that's it. But it was fun anyways. I'll see this morning if I made callbacks.

Sadly, literally right before leaving to go to auditions, I got after-school work for nothing in my 6th period. Bastard...he hates cell phones so much that if it's on at all he'd rather take it away for good, but they told him he couldn't do that anymore...*sigh* Oh well. I'll deal.

Anyways...I've had a major lack in creativity lately with all the testing and the essays going on, and it'll only be worse from now on, especially in April, where we literally have testing every day except two fridays. Bleh....

But I'm late for school, so I'd best be off. Hopefully you'll see a new poem up or something in the next few days/week or two.

Cheers and beers, mates (^,~)

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Written about Friday 2008-02-15
Written: (4436 days ago)

So, yeah, Valentine's Day...

This is the first time I've actually had someone to do something with. There was nothing really special. It was just simplicity. I was sick and she was busy, but we managed a small cheap but sentimental present (a real pearl in an oyster, courtesy of me) and a massage, and dinner like we usually do.

I've never hated Valentine's Day, honestly. I always thought it was kinda pointless as far as shool goes, and I think it's a horrible idea to force elementary kids to give Valentines to everyone in the class. But I don't think huge flamboyant public displays are called for. That does piss me off. Show offs, suck-ups, lousy lays, shallow people, rich assholes. That's what shows through Valentine's Day. My idea of perfection is the day off from life, laying at home with simple snacks, some liquor, and a good movie. Just a day for just us relatively alone for once would be nice.

Yeah, that'd be great :)

Happy Valentine's Day to the hopeful singles out there. Be happy, mates.

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Written about Wednesday 2008-02-13
Written: (4438 days ago)
Next in thread: 1011559, 1011720

So, today after second period I had to go home for the fact that I basically could hardly speak or breathe my throat hurt so bad. Not to mention my headache (I don't usually get headaches, and when I do....well, they're bad). I waited for a full hour before my step-mother came to get me. As I was leaving, hobbling on outside with a hand clapped to my forehead like an idiot, this other girl that had been in the health office told me that she hopes I feel better and smiled.

It always makes me feel better knowing that at least one person still has a heart for strangers. Love and peace to whoever you are.

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Written about Saturday 2008-02-02
Written: (4449 days ago)

So today we got to see GEORGE CARLIN! In person! In our own town! Crazy madness, it is! I have no idea why the hell he'd want to come out here at all, really I don't, but it's still fucking awesome.

It made me sad though, to realize that he's just turned 70 years old. All my favorite people are either dead or about ready to die. It sucks, really.

But yeah, he was hilarious. He had some guy start for him named Something Blaire, and he was pretty damn funny too. All in all, a decent day. But lots of homework so I can't stay too long. Just thought I'd put up a normal chillaxed diary entry for once :)

Love and peace.

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Written about Wednesday 2008-01-16
Written: (4466 days ago)
Next in thread: 1005284

I exploded in Spanish today. For no reason. Danny (a guy that I secrety hate and wish to hurt, but I woudn't tell his best friend that) ran into me during a stupid pointless activity, probably actually by accident, but the way he didn't care anooyed me, so I threw the chalk down, slammed my hand on the chalkboard to erase what I wrote and smacked him hard in the back of the head shoting "Stop being a fucking asshole!"....literally, in front of the class. So we started yelling for a short bit, and after thinking about it for a few minutes, I realized I had no idea why I was yelling at him. At all. It just sort of came out, and I went for it.

This anger thing is getting worse. And it bothers me. It didn't use to much, when my anger was generally logical, but to burst out swearing and shouting for a little bump is not logical. I'm losing it. I can feel it in the pit of my stomach, aching. I wish I knew how to stop it. I wish I knew if someone could help me.

I need help.

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Written about Friday 2007-11-23
Written: (4519 days ago)
Next in thread: 994340

Things I'm Thankful For:

1. My perfect girlfriend that makes me feel very patient sometimes XP
2. My amazing friends who are just too complicated and quirky to describe
3. The people I've met on here, expecially people like Squee, Shining Light, Akayume, Cat-chan, and eveyone else. Love (and extreme rape where applicable) for you all! >:D
4. Elftown, for being the most amazing site ever, and for bringing out my best writing skills which inspired me to now become an English Lit Major/Professor :D
5. Stephen King for being alive and as crazy as he is--don't die before I meet you, you bastard!
6. Great Britan as a whole for multiple reasons, but especially Ireland, land of me fathers :D -- and Owlie <3 Wales (which is a country, btw).........(the irony of this particular number cracks me up a few minutes after writing it XD)
7. Canada for being Canadian and ignored entirely by everyone else, and for spelling correctly by ignoring Americans.
8. Nighttime, and sleep, which I'm off to do, so...

Happy Thanksgiving, Americans, be bloody grateful! XD

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Written about Saturday 2007-10-27
Written: (4546 days ago)
Next in thread: 987256

I guess I'm being punished. For what, I'm not certain, but I can't think of a better explanation.

I feel empty now. I've never felt such a true apathy before, and it hurts. I can't smile or lie or cry or anything at all really. I don't know what to think or what to say. It seems I just wasn't meant to trust people.

Funny. Just a couple days after I finally believed, here comes mistrust to ruin it all over again. And all I can feel is the self-loathing. Because it's always me that's in the wrong.

Because my own blame and hate are the only things I can control anymore.

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Written about Wednesday 2007-10-24
Written: (4550 days ago)
Next in thread: 986100, 986185

So I guess nobody cares enough to even possibly glance at the two entries below this? I realized that no one ever really talks to me of their own will any more. Kinda of depressing, really, and disappointing.

I'd say I'm sorry but I'm feeling too much like wenting at the moment about absolutely nothing right now, not to mention it'd feel like lying. Seriously, it'd be nice to have a comment every now and then, just on anything at all, even a simple "How are you?" would suffice. Just a few little words to reassure me that I'm not a complete fuck-up loner in life that no one cares about and stop me from thinking these thoughts.

Nevermind. Forget what I said.

It's not like you'll read this anyways.

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Written about Monday 2007-10-22
Written: (4552 days ago)

"Los Angeles County fire officials announced that several Malibu neighborhoods were being evacuated today, and local school district leaders canceled Monday classes at five public schools near the fire.

Elsewhere, fire officials said that the Agua Dulce fire has exploded in the Canyon Country area. They have ordered evacuations of 800 homes and say that evacuation centers have been set up at Quartz Hill High School and Saugus High School."


That means that we might not have school tomorrow :D Which would be awesome, since it's also me and my girlfriend's anniversary tomorrow. Though I do feel bad for the people being evacuated. We've been lucky enough to not have to (yet) but we almost have before, and it's not fun. Damn our severe winds and low humidity >:(

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Written about Sunday 2007-10-21
Written: (4553 days ago)

This is an excerpt of what may possibly be in my "novel" I'm writing this November. It was a prompt ("muddy boots") on one of the boards on the site. Came out rather nice, methinks, and longer than I thought at about 680 words. Comments please!! (I don't think anyone will, but it'd be awfully nice...please...? At least read it!)




   I can rarely recall any memory with such vividness with which I used to, when I could remember every detail of every dream and every memory that quivered by on even the most evasive and frail of wings. My brother’s face escapes me often when I try to think of home, but I do hark back to one lucid memory.
   He had just returned from the war. His hair was slick with oil and rainwater from the storm raging outside, and when he entered it was impossible to miss, not only because of his normal cinematic entry but for the wind attempting to siege our house as the door banged open with its force. Matthew grinned with a concise little chuckle, mocking sheepishness, as he shoved the door close on the desperate wind, his muscles, fruits of the many years of hard labor and toil and training and pain, straining in perfect unison. The reality stood clear and harsh as he stepped into the light, revealing an unshaven sharp jaw-line and hardened eyes of steely gray: the little Matty that left all ambitious and excited to do some good and have some fun was no more. In his place stood a man, a bold and brusque man with morals and ideals and a want to change the world in any way he could manage (and not necessarily to do good). Still that familiar smile shone through his rock of a visage and we crowded around him once the image settled in, eager to embrace him with us once more.
   He talked of his many travels, through snow and sand and clouds and mud and rain and blood. He talked of our letters to him and apologized for the ones he never answered. He talked of his sergeant and his officer, men as hardened as he was now no doubt, and of his companions of the war. He talked of wounds and scars, even showed us a few, and of how he lost his finger a year ago (an anomaly overlooked by yours truly, but certainly not by our mother, who always did have a rather compulsory attention to detail). Most of all, however, Matthew talked of the blood. Of it covering his hands, covering his gun and clothes. Of it splattered on the walls of the buildings they infiltrated. Of it on the bullets he shot. Of it flooding his dreams on darker, lonelier nights. And the unspoken: of the blood that filled more pleasant dreams and filled is very waking thoughts without ever provoking disgust, without ever causing a flinch of even minimal surprise.
   When the lights were dimmed and the family began to head towards their respected habitats for sleep, I followed my brother to converse alone with him on the things he hadn’t said. I guessed a few simpler ones, which he laughed at casually, like the good innocent brothers we once were. But when I questioned his true dreams, his true thoughts, he retreated subtly, those gray-ice eyes shifting away towards the hardwood floor beneath his feet. I provoked him, asked again; I wanted an answer. Finally he gave in, not from weakness but from his ties and unspoken allegiances to me.
   “Every day I see them. Their blood just...surrounds everything. It never goes away once you’ve fired that first shot. You’re always thirsty, always needing more of it, always searching for it. It never goes away.”
   I nodded solemnly, trying to understand as I rested my elbows on my knees to save my energy for thinking. As I looked for words to break the foreboding silence, I noticed he hadn’t taken off his boots yet; in fact, he hadn’t take off anything yet. Perhaps he had grown used to the feeling of a load on his back and on his heart. I commented lightly on the battered muddy state of his footwear, and we once more began small-talk, forgetting the question.
   Somehow, though, I think I knew that beneath the caked dirt and silence of his tales that stains of deepest scarlet threatened to reveal themselves. Perhaps he wanted it that way. Perhaps it was best to just forget.
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Written about Thursday 2007-09-27
Written: (4577 days ago)
Next in thread: 979921

They talk about the simple things: plants growing, babies smiling and waving, the weather and the dirtying of the pool out back. Nobody even attempts to mention it, except her. "I wonder why she has to go back to the doctor? I mean, anything they find is small potatoes compared to..." So close, yet she doesn't say it. The rest ignore the mentioning, or at least ignore it enough to not be noticed by others and therefore compelling them to acknowledge the thoughts. That train of thought runs rampant and out of control through each of our minds, destroying everything that gets in its way yet still the words come empty. We sit on the patio, discussing golf and swimming and the new bike, about driving lessons and physical therapy, about the baby to be expected in the following months.

But no one, not even she, mentions the cancer.

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Written about Sunday 2007-09-02
Written: (4602 days ago)
Next in thread: 972642

Guess whaaaaaaaaaat?

Tis almost Owlie's birthday!! (^,^)

Owlie's turning 16 this year, on Tuesday actually (the 4th). Quite a few of you are probably surprised at my age, since most of me buddies here apparently thought I was at least 17-20 :P Flattering, if rather incorrect.

Things have been rather busy around here lately, not to mention aggravating and angsty, but it seems that the storm clouds blew over and things are alright mostly now.

Also, I may be going to England and Scotland this summer! :D So anyone who lives around there should come hang out with us, cause we're awesome lulz. Not really...but seriously, come chillax with us peeps in London XD omg craziness

So anyways, those are the biggest things going on mostly. I'll be on very little tomorrow, and maybe Monday, and Tuesday......well, you'll see me eventually :P

Owlie--out!

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Written about Thursday 2007-08-16
Written: (4619 days ago)

Well, school has started once again, and already I'm getting plenty of homework. I have about three chapters of reading plus an outline for at least one of them, an essay to write, daily math hw (no surprise there though), and random other silly things. Fun fun. I have a very full schedulre this year, so I'll be plenty busy.

My classes (in order):
- Psychology
- Biology HL/1
- AP US History (a LOT of reading here)
- Mathematics HL/1 (aka Calculus)
- AP English Lang. and Comp.
- Spanish HL/1 (aka Spanish 3 IB)

No breaks in between those really as far as an "easy" class goes. Psych. and Bio. aren't that bad, but the rest are a bit stressful.

I'll still be on fairly often, but don't expect to see me 24/7.

Homework time :) Catch ya later, y'all!

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Written about Monday 2007-08-13
Written: (4622 days ago)

Why must endings in all the stories be happy, and all the endings to life be so sad? Why are there two such extremes, and never something to divide them? Endings can never be eaither happy or sad. Endings are determined by the choices we make--not the little choices, but the big ones in life. Endings can be changed; all life can be changed if one wills it to differ from it's original directions.

The only endings there truly are are the right and the wrong. Fate will not extend her arms toward any single person to change her plans. Only we can set things straight to set up for things to be right in the end. It is our duty as humans to push the plans aside in favor of all others.

This is what defines us.

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