Adam Roch's Journal

8:17pm: NEW JOURNAL.

2:08am: Oh, registered for classes next semester. It looks something like this.

MWF
9:00-10:00 A.M. : Freshman Composition II (Required)

10:00-11:00 A.M. : Acting I ( For Performing Arts credit. And fun. Mostly that credit, though. And maybe the fun. SHUT IT.)

11:00 A.M.-Noon: U.S. Government: Congress, President, and Courts. (Required)

Noon-1:00 P.M.: Finite Mathematics with Applications. (Required. But you all know how much my family LOVES MATH. Gag me.)

TT
NONE.

Don't you all wish that you could be as cool as I am?

1:48am: I am the 3D Pinball Space Cadet MASTER. All bow before my MAD SKILLS.

12:08pm: Hooray for the end of classes. And Richard Cheese. Hooray to the second power for them both on the same day, because hoorays are exponential.

1:18pm: The music spill straight into your cup.
So, like, yesterday was pretty dang cool. If only for the fact that I had a car for the duration of the day, but, regardless, still cool.

It started out with me going over to Stuart's house to watch the Longhorns vs. Aggies game. Personally, I don't care who wins the game. But, to his family and thousands of other Aggies, it's the most important game of the year. So he always invites people over to watch it, sort of a tradition. I always end up going and making fun of... everyone. It's my style.

So I went over there, watched the game, what have you. Met new people. It was pretty cool, especially when we were all making fun of Stuart because his team was losing. Ah, memories.

Then, after everyone had left, I beat him in air hockey in the classic two out of three style. And it was flawless. Bow to my mad air hockey skills, yo.

I left from there and was planning on going home. But as I was crossing over the bayou at T.C. Jester (essentially the midpoint between my house and his) I decided to go and visit Jonathan and Chris. So I did. In addition to seeing them, I got to see Christina, who's been avoiding me in Oklahoma for, like, ever.

There was some fun little drama with waking Jonathan up, but after that was done, we decided to go see a movie. But first, we had to pick up Gina. So Jonathan and I hopped in my car and drove to her house. We got her and then drove to the movie theatre.

Upon arrival, I saw at least two people that I used to go to school with. Rather, they were two people I used to talk to, at least a little bit. So I said hello to them. We decided to see "Bad Santa" and we left Jonathan to get the tickets.

We went over to Cafe Adobe, but the wait was too long, so we went to Red Robin instead. During our meal, there was talk of vomit, radiation, and much more. Then we went to the movie.

I won't bore you with talk about a movie, so I'll just say that I don't recommend it, even though I enjoyed it. It's just not a movie for people who aren't sick and twisted like me.

From there we went back to Jonathan's house, where I took Gina home from. Then home, and sleep.

Well, I enjoyed it.

10:30pm: No turkey, no yams, no pie, no nothing. Talk about a depressing Thanksgiving.

1:46pm: I want to give you the job...

3:23pm: I should be working.

10:29pm: Averaging roughly 1100 words per day. This needs to be raised by almost 600 in order to finish on time. Having a good time with story, odd style that I've never used being implemented. Tell mama I love her.

5:55pm: We? You don't talk for we!
Well, I guess I should apologize for not making any posts in awhile. Life is just so boring that I have nothing interesting to say.

Anyway, I'm writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month. I have to crank 50,000 words out in 30 days. Woo!

10:04pm: You know who I hate? Those people who say they hate people based on one single trait. Damn, I hate them so much.

7:44am: Look! Another wasted day.

10:32am: Once again, I find myself committing to the selfless act of squeezing from the end while my family gets the middle.

1:33am: I wonder how the old costume shop is doing...

7:16pm: This is amazing.
Wow. Simply wow.

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7:16am: You'll all die in your cars. Why's it gotta be dark?
No psychology or Political Science today. WOO! Now, why am I going to school for one class which I'll probably skip and one that I don't need? Good question.

6:01pm: This has got to stop.

8:33pm: More questions, these from </a></b></a>.

1. What the hell is your icon of?! That would be a coconut with eyes on it. I was surfing the web for a new icon, because I had my old one for awhile, when I came upon that. I couldn't pass it up, and I claimed it as my own. True story!

2. Simple (deadly!) question! Who is more beautiful: Kelly Clarkson, or Britney Spears?! I'd have to go with Clarkson, on account of not being a skanky-ho. But, then again, I could be wrong. Who knows?

3. What would you like to be when you 'grow up' and where would you like to live? Grow up? What's that about?

But. in all seriousness, I'd love to be a successful writer, with a cabin up in the mountains somewhere, smoking out of a pipe and saying, "Ah, yes, my twenty-third novel. That was when I really picked up the pace." But, I'll probably end up at a crap job making crap money and never having any time for myself. HOORAY FOR REALISM.

4. ...is marriage and children in thy future? Are they? I'm not sure. I mean, I'm bound to find some girl out there who I'm interested in who's also interested in me, but I have this terrible feeling in my stomach that I'm going to end up driving her away because I have to be alone when I write. And she'll come to me for comfort at one point and I'll be callous and say, "Do you mind? I'm writing!" But that might all change, if I decide that I actually love the poor girl who gets a crush on me.

5. How old were you when you learned that Santa Claus was a FRAUD, and that the Easter Bunny was, too? I would have had to have been around five or so. My parents had put all the presents in the front room of our old old house, the one that no one ever went into, and I decided to play hide and seek with the next door neighbors. I went in there, and I saw everything. I didn't tell my parents, though, because I couldn't break their hearts.

11:05am: Studies, shmudies.

12:34pm: It's such a mutual crazy, between you and me, me and you.

Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?

You gave me just a taste, so I want more.

It's gonna be hard just to start all over.

Let it go, let it go, let it go, let me go!

I can't even look in your eyes without shaking.

Don't delay, act now.

And you don't seem to understand.

Just love me.

There's good in everyone, now let's give them all a chance.

If you want her, you can have her.

I can be myself

Choose from any number of magazines; who do you want to be?

It was always burning, since the world's been turning.

I tell myself that this is the last time.

6:34pm: Bandwagon GO.
Yeah, so I'm a sheep. BAAAAAAAAAAAH.

The Rules:

1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.

2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.

3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.

4 -- You'll include this explanation.

5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

Questions posed by </a></b></a>robynwithay. God, I hope that worked. I stole it by viewing the source on her page and replacing what looked like the right parts.

1.) How much happier are you now that you aren't in high school? Words cannot describe how infinitely better my moods are now that I don't have to deal with morons. Wait, I take that back. I do still have to deal with morons. But I'm slowly finding out that I am not the only intelligent one out there, and there are more like me. Now, why none of these lived on the north-west side of town and went to Waltrip, I don't know. I guess they have laws against zoning too many intelligent children to one school... But regardless of that, I am much "happier", if you can call it that, now that I have some semblance of freedom.

2.) What is your biggest fear? Fear... That means that I have to be vulnerable and open to people, letting them know the truth about me. But, seeing as I put myself in this mess, I'll say that I'm afraid of dying alone and having no one notice. Or dying without finding love. Or getting laid. Yeah, I'm fairly certain that sex is my biggest fear. It's the one I'm sticking to now. So tell everyone that Adam's afraid to have sex.

3.) Which Kevin Smith movie quote best describes your outlook on life. Probably Dante's tirade from Clerks, which says the following, "I'm stuck in this pit, earning less than slave wages, working on my day off, dealing with every backward fuck on the planet, the goddamn steel shutters are locked all day, I smell like shoe polish, I've got an ex-girlfriend who's catatonic after fucking a dead guy, and my present girlfriend has sucked thirty-six dicks." Because I'm fairly certain that that's going to be what I end up with, complaining about everything that goes wrong on my day to someone who's only going to correct me to say that my girlfriend sucked thirty-seven, not thirty-six, dicks.
4.) If you could be compared to any author, who would it be and why? Hands down, Vonnegut. I just love his writing for reasons that I am unable to disclose on the grounds of, "Good God, where do I start?"
5.) Why is Stuart still around (or, rather, why haven't you run him over with a car and buried him in the woods somewhere yet?) Well, he may not look it, but he's very nimble...

Questions for </a></b></a>robynwithay.

1) When you're having an emotional day (good or bad), who do you go to to talk about it with?
2) In high school, what was the craziest thing you ever did?
3) What's the most embarrassing hair-cut that you've ever had? You know, the one you look back on and think, "What was I smoking?"
4) What normally gives you the most motivation to get off your ass and write?
5) It has to involve Kevin Smith. So, who do you give props to for introducing you to his movies?

5:00pm: Can someone explain to me how getting paid for hours when you didn't work isn't stealing?

2:22am: Sell out with me, oh yeah...

3:27pm: WOOO! GO TEXANS! 1-0! WOOO!

9:24pm: Prejudices based on my sexual deficiencies.
So today, in Psych class (I'm cool because I don't use a period to abbreviate words.), a woman got up at the end and announced this study that was going on. Essentially, it was on "intimate encounters". "This includes, but is not exclusive to, sexual intercourse, heavy petting, making out, oral sex, and anal sex." The only stipulation to being involved in said study is that you had to know, not think, but KNOW that you would have an encounter of that type. And I found it fairly depressing that I was excluded from this study based on the fact that I AM ALL ALONE IN A CITY OF MILLIONS.

That's all.