*sigh*
I would be lying if I said I wasn't just the slightest bit irritated. I learned from Sarah today that she will not be going to Festival. This is not a good thing. Apparently her father, Mr. Williams has decided that after looking at my blog post from almost a year ago that he should ban me without further review.
This is honestly quite irritating.
Much more than irritating as a matter of fact, it comes close to flat out angering me. It appears that I will not get a fair chance at this.
>.<
So, in order to hopefully resolve this situation, I have a proposal in mind.
Mr. Williams, I would like you to e-mail me at pwmouse@gmail.com and kindly explain your objections to me. I would really like to hear them. Because I don't know why I am fighting with you, what I am fighting with you over, or if I am even fighting you at all. I accept the possibility that this isn't even about me.
As far as I know, you have essentially banned your daughter from all access with me. You haven't met me, sir, and not for lack of trying on my part. I truly hate to use the cliche, but you honestly do not know me. I look back on the posts that you have used to construct your version of me and I honestly do not see myself.
I do, however, see your point of view. Although I do not agree with it, I do see your view. My sister is dating a 6'2" 250lb gun dealer. He is a nice guy. I am a nice guy. Give me a chance.
E-mail me, sir. Even if you don't like me, I don't see any reason for you to disrespect me by ignoring me. Respect is a two-way street, and I admit I have trouble driving down this straight and narrow road. However, I am trying. Are you?
E-mail me, sir.
>.<
Mouse
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
WHISKEY-TANGO-FOXTROT
I got some interesting news a minute ago. My math substitute is leaving, due to the fact his wife is deathly ill and is going to Houston for treatment. I don't think it would be that big of a deal normally, but you need to realize something about this substitute.
This is our FIFTH substitute.
Mr. Hendricks, the guy who is supposed to teach the class, had cancer last year and is in a long recovery. Not his fault. No problem with him. My beef is with the district. The sub the first day just passed out papers and eyed the guys in our class.
>.<
Creeepy.
The second sub was Mrs. Fields. This is a short black woman with bugged out eyes and homicidal tendencies. Not homicidal, but definitively violent. IE, when she subbed for our choir class last year (there were 90 people) people were not listening to her. I was, but I was also frozen in fear. She took roll three times, and if you coughed, giggle, twitched, or breathed too loud (Seriously.) she would stop calling roll and start yelling curses at our parents who were so foolish as to bring us into this world. Then we recived, with rapt attention, a discourse on the advantages of beating your grandchildren daily. So, most of us didn't like the idea of having her as a sub. Not to mention haver her, a woman who admits she has no high school degree, as a sub in a class of complex math.
Next was Mrs. Backland, a geometry teacher who tried. She really did, and it was sweet of her and all, but she needed her off period. So, there she went.
Then we had Mrs. Watson. This woman has no grasp on higher level math. None at all. And she tried to teach us higher level math. She was incompetent. It was horrible. She really didn't TEACH us anything. She just gave us horrendously long assignments and asked us why we didn't know them, and why Kaleb Frenzel was talking. Kaleb Frenzel was TEACHING the class. This was bad. Very Bad.
And then there was Dr. Parker, a retired professor of engineering at Texas Tech, he gave us a good shot at learning the math. He was determined to be our teacher to the end of the semester. Then his wife got sick. So. Yeah.
This is, in militarian terms, a CHARLIE-FOXTROT. Those of you who know what that means, you grasp just how horrible this semester is going to be for math.
GG BISD.
>.<
Mouse
I got some interesting news a minute ago. My math substitute is leaving, due to the fact his wife is deathly ill and is going to Houston for treatment. I don't think it would be that big of a deal normally, but you need to realize something about this substitute.
This is our FIFTH substitute.
Mr. Hendricks, the guy who is supposed to teach the class, had cancer last year and is in a long recovery. Not his fault. No problem with him. My beef is with the district. The sub the first day just passed out papers and eyed the guys in our class.
>.<
Creeepy.
The second sub was Mrs. Fields. This is a short black woman with bugged out eyes and homicidal tendencies. Not homicidal, but definitively violent. IE, when she subbed for our choir class last year (there were 90 people) people were not listening to her. I was, but I was also frozen in fear. She took roll three times, and if you coughed, giggle, twitched, or breathed too loud (Seriously.) she would stop calling roll and start yelling curses at our parents who were so foolish as to bring us into this world. Then we recived, with rapt attention, a discourse on the advantages of beating your grandchildren daily. So, most of us didn't like the idea of having her as a sub. Not to mention haver her, a woman who admits she has no high school degree, as a sub in a class of complex math.
Next was Mrs. Backland, a geometry teacher who tried. She really did, and it was sweet of her and all, but she needed her off period. So, there she went.
Then we had Mrs. Watson. This woman has no grasp on higher level math. None at all. And she tried to teach us higher level math. She was incompetent. It was horrible. She really didn't TEACH us anything. She just gave us horrendously long assignments and asked us why we didn't know them, and why Kaleb Frenzel was talking. Kaleb Frenzel was TEACHING the class. This was bad. Very Bad.
And then there was Dr. Parker, a retired professor of engineering at Texas Tech, he gave us a good shot at learning the math. He was determined to be our teacher to the end of the semester. Then his wife got sick. So. Yeah.
This is, in militarian terms, a CHARLIE-FOXTROT. Those of you who know what that means, you grasp just how horrible this semester is going to be for math.
GG BISD.
>.<
Mouse
Sunday, October 17, 2004
Haro!!
Well, its been a while, has it not. Hmmm. I should be listening to music.
Wow. WMP9 reports that "Eminem" is back.
*sigh*
I really hate that man.
I really hate his music.
I really hate his message.
I really hate his peers.
Off that topic. Now I have music! Yeay! http://www.lyricsondemand.com/f/fiveironfrenzylyrics/thegreateststoryevertoldlyrics.html
Well, lets get down to business. I have a new guest on my blog; one whose presence should probobly concern me. It does, but not in the way that it most readily would. Everyone, say Hello (Or Haro, whatever) to Sarah's father. Apparently he has been here before, and yanked my archives off of here and saved them somewhere. I have this thrice confirmed. And this scares several people. It is most likely a tad disconcerting for people to know more about you than you know about them. I don't really mind. This is the internet. This is where I have no limits and no fears (Excepting pop-ups and hidden links(and politics)).
Anywho, I now feel the urge to adress Mr. Williams directly, concerning the content of the archives he so lovingly ripped from teh bloggeh.
There are things in that blog that probobly greatly disturb you, considering the relationship I have now entered in with your daughter. You should also notice the shift in this blog after a period of time. I have changed greatly. I have most definetly matured. And. I have found faith. Its still a fledgling thing, to be honest, but I rely on that for most of the important things in life now a days. Its rather scary, but it is the way I am going to live my life. I am a catholic, and although I hear you have some objections to that religion, I will leave those alone for now. I am probobly going to put up a whole post about how Catholics do not worship Mary in the next week or five. Not just for you, but for everyone else around this blog. I feel like giving religous discourse over the internet. Because that just tends to be my most effective medium.
I am a changing person. I am a growing person. I am growing in maturity, in faith, and in knowlesge of the world. I am a sixteen-year-old who is learning not just how, but why to make his way in the world. I want a fair chance. If I don't get one, that isn't going to stop me. I'm willing to play an 8 on six teamstack without having to whip out the awps or anyhting. Your daughter does mean quite a bit to me. I have no intention of hurting her in any way. Good game, Mr. Williams.
On to a few more things, I need a new fan for my shuttle. The little AMD motherboard fan is starting to die a slow and agonizing death.
Okay, GG guys.
GL, HF, and cover your teammates this week.
-Mouse!!!!
o.o
Well, its been a while, has it not. Hmmm. I should be listening to music.
Wow. WMP9 reports that "Eminem" is back.
*sigh*
I really hate that man.
I really hate his music.
I really hate his message.
I really hate his peers.
Off that topic. Now I have music! Yeay! http://www.lyricsondemand.com/f/fiveironfrenzylyrics/thegreateststoryevertoldlyrics.html
Well, lets get down to business. I have a new guest on my blog; one whose presence should probobly concern me. It does, but not in the way that it most readily would. Everyone, say Hello (Or Haro, whatever) to Sarah's father. Apparently he has been here before, and yanked my archives off of here and saved them somewhere. I have this thrice confirmed. And this scares several people. It is most likely a tad disconcerting for people to know more about you than you know about them. I don't really mind. This is the internet. This is where I have no limits and no fears (Excepting pop-ups and hidden links(and politics)).
Anywho, I now feel the urge to adress Mr. Williams directly, concerning the content of the archives he so lovingly ripped from teh bloggeh.
There are things in that blog that probobly greatly disturb you, considering the relationship I have now entered in with your daughter. You should also notice the shift in this blog after a period of time. I have changed greatly. I have most definetly matured. And. I have found faith. Its still a fledgling thing, to be honest, but I rely on that for most of the important things in life now a days. Its rather scary, but it is the way I am going to live my life. I am a catholic, and although I hear you have some objections to that religion, I will leave those alone for now. I am probobly going to put up a whole post about how Catholics do not worship Mary in the next week or five. Not just for you, but for everyone else around this blog. I feel like giving religous discourse over the internet. Because that just tends to be my most effective medium.
I am a changing person. I am a growing person. I am growing in maturity, in faith, and in knowlesge of the world. I am a sixteen-year-old who is learning not just how, but why to make his way in the world. I want a fair chance. If I don't get one, that isn't going to stop me. I'm willing to play an 8 on six teamstack without having to whip out the awps or anyhting. Your daughter does mean quite a bit to me. I have no intention of hurting her in any way. Good game, Mr. Williams.
On to a few more things, I need a new fan for my shuttle. The little AMD motherboard fan is starting to die a slow and agonizing death.
Okay, GG guys.
GL, HF, and cover your teammates this week.
-Mouse!!!!
o.o
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