The picture of the asian doesnt work.. im taking it off 9:10pm... ask me later if you want to see it!!!

today, yes im whining... i was at school from 7:00 am to 8:30 pm (Radiohead - The Bends, by the way.) it sucks.. i hated it... except for the part where i was playing drums, which was just about all of it. anyway... uhhh... yeah... so when im playing drums for the wiz.. its like im not allowed to look away from the director... or else she will change the tempo and i'll get yelled at... i swear... she just up and changes the tempo on me.... (man, new shit has come to light man.. she she.... she kidnapped herself man...) well jazz band was cool today.. the other drummer wasn't there and i got to play everything the way i would play it and get my own brand of self praise from doing so... haha... that was fun... (default - by your side) well. now im in a better mood... even though i didn't get to eat while at school.. i got to stuff my face with some pork roast with gravy and mashed potatoes and then since i was still hungry... im fat... i had some of those bowtie noodles with some speghetti sauce on it. it was delicious.. just play my double bass playing during the wiz... haha, those theatre fucks didn't see that coming did they.. ahhahaaahaha i feel so fufilled by doing that... im going to go and eat some candy, but first i have to tell you what, and yes im going to use their names so they know how disappointed i am in them, BOB AND PAUL DID!!!

So last night (10-30-2002) i had wiz rehersal from 3 pm - 6 pm... my ride had to leave soon after that... so i ended up having to leave the entire drum set in Biester Auditorium... which is quite a ways from the band room. Paul and bob had jazz band at 6:30 that night and they were tired coming from Wrestling open mat... my blunder caused them to be about a half hour late setting up... which from what i hear was not a huge problem... given the circumstances... so what do they do, but dismantle every single part of the drumset and leave it in a big pile (Radiohead - Street Spirit) on the drum cart. Nevertheless, i had to "Rebuild" the entire drumset before rehersal at 3:30 today.... one thing to say guys... two wrongs don't make a right...

HAHAHA, look at the Asians.. now look at this...

nimrod100: Ok, so i just got done shitting.. and the two main... pieces... i guess.. yeah.. pieces were in the formation of a big brown X... what does that mean??
SaxyMatt2001: I think it means you have the right to kill anyone you want in the next 10 hours without facing any punishment
nimrod100: awesome..
nimrod100: what happens when the ten hours is up?
SaxyMatt2001: you don't feel the urge to kill.... pretty sweet deal really
nimrod100: do i get in trouble?
SaxyMatt2001: nope, everyone just kind of........forgets

IF ONLY!!!! so the wiz.. right.. the blackest musical EVER!!! one day... there will be an award show for the blackest things in the world... samuel jackson will get blackest man.. aretha franklin will get blackest woman, and the wiz will get the blackest musical EVER done by a WHITE MOSTLY school. this is rediculous.. i am seeing Mr. keatzer (*SP) telling this big black guy who plays the tin man (go figure) that he needs more soul in his voice... this coming from MR KEATZER!!!!! WTF!!! anyway... whats more is that Mrs. May has no idea how to direct.. she just waves her arms around until she decides the next downbeat should magically appear. UGHHHH!!! and the other thing is that the drumset at EAST is not loud enough for my liking.. i wanted a bass drum that would just fill the entire auditorium... so i'll just have to bring in my WHOLE SET!!!... hahahahaha im going to kick some major ass throwing insane double-bassing (thats playing the bass drum two-footed with a specialized pedal, for all you drum-illiterate folk) in a FUNK song.. hahaha... i want to just make everyone vomit with how good i'll be.. but then it would smell bad in biester auditorium for quite a while... so i'll just play some great fills surrounded by more than average playing... so all of you who are going... listen to the drummer.. he's a fucking sexy (to the ladies) god who needs some loving... what?

fuck, the phone is ringing... its paul... we're bad mouthing tim hopper... he deserves it... im listening to Deny by Default... and amazingly enough... its a great song... now pantera, drag the waters... this new (old, new to me) phenomena, known as pantera just is the greatest rock ever.. its like... 80's... but its like metallica... and its like... slipknot in ways... its everything anyone could ever want in a Texan rock band... they rock.. thats all. Anyway, i've decided to create a big band arrangement of Paranoid Android, by Radiohead. Mainly because it's such an amazing song. Its got so many possiblities for different styles within it... there's even a spot that has a 7/8 time signature.. for all you music idiots.. thats 7 beats to a measure.. but the 8th note gets the beat. oh well, that probably bored the shit out of everyone... i want to kill punks... yes like some people already have been... they say that they dress the way they do so they won't be considered conformist... (theres that word again) but they just end up conform to what was set before them by the other fashion punks.. well, now tony raymond (yes he's still the media jesus) is coming over to see if he can't help me figure out how to really make the blog you see my own.. right now its some other template created by come random person.. and i stole it... ah hahahahahahhhhaaaaaa hahahahaha... but im tired of this one.. and i want my own... good bye I leave you with my (for now) senior quote, "Learn to laugh at Jesus, he's laughing at you!"

Yeah, new Filter CD... awesome... same with the latest Disturbed... i got that a while ago though... and i never mentioned it... another good CD (although most people think it's like... pop metal) Is trust company. they're very good.... my feet smell... so i worked today. for those of you who dont know... i work at Famous Liquors on Roosevelt. For the uniform (if you can call it that)... i have to wear a stupid green vest with useless pockets that just get in the way and tear and give my poor mother more work to do. Anyway... people come up to me... see that im wearing the vest (and i know that everyone who's employed ANYWHERE has this complaint) and they ask me.. "Hey, do you work here?" No. I don't. I just love to wear this vest with my button name tag on it. IT REALLY BRINGS OUT THE COLOR OF MY FUCKING EYES. AND THEN theres the cock smokers that come up to me... give me a sideways glance... and say, "Hi Kevin," keep in mind that i've never seen this piece of shit in my life, "Can you tell me where I can get a ____" fill in the blank... now my responses:

A) In Mind: Oh, ok, jackass... let me help you shove my foot in your ass so that you can tie my shoes with your tongue.

B) really: I want to kill you.

....or did i get backwards. Song: Filter - God Damn Me. This song... it's calm... like i shouldn't be... i should be out getting... like..... sex or something... but no... im kevin... better yet... IM NEIL... what? What if the whole world was just a big fucking.... like... blow pop... why am i talking...... I'm looking about the room and typing at the same time... harder than i thought i was.... although i havn't made a single mistake yet... ther it is... fuck... well... nothing to look at in this room.

Packers by week tomorrow.. Favre can re-coop and come back and play an amazing game like i know he will... to all ya'll bear fans out there... its high time you just became Men (or women if your like that) and admitted that the bears blow ass... now i dont hate the bears like most packer fans do... i just perferr the packers. When the bears aint playing the packers... i root for the bears... i just know that they suck.. and i can be a man and admitt that if it weren't for the fact that brett favre has an arm that could throw a pass that even Satan himself couldn't catch (i heard that back in the day, satan was a 900 year pro bowl free safety for the AFL (Afterlife Football League) he has since retired and that spot has been taken by Jerrod from subway... he's dead... i killed him....im so sick of that fucking guy... what was i saying... oh yeah... the packers wouldn't be doing as well as they are if it weren't for favre... and those of you who still need to make fun of the packers for something... try NOT using the fact that favre may have been crying when he got injured last sunday... or that Mike McKenzie has long hair that comes out of the bottem of his helmet... R.W McQuarters has the same hairdo... im so sick of the shit faced people who just can't admit that the bears blow... fuck... they lost to fucking Detroit..... FUCKING DETROIT!!!!

man... ya know... its like.... new shit has come to light... man... ya know........ man..... she.... like... she kidnapped herself Walter.. -- The Dude of The Big Lebowski

Hey there, its me, i may not be able to talk long... cuz im gounded and my mom could storm in here at any moment at stop me from typing my many thoughts. Well, cleaning out garages sucks the big one folks. especially when your dad is the biggest pack rat in the world.

Kevin (about 9 years ago): Hey dad, what should we do with this old tire that used to be the tire swing? We'll NEVER be able to use it EVER again.
Dad: ehhh.... Put it in the garage.

...this happened with about 5,000,000 other things... thus my duty for the day... then i have to work 5-10... or curtains.... what shall i do.... i just want some taco bell... listen to pantera... nothin else... pantera and radiohead.

Ok, its late monday night... not really... song: Street Spirit - Radiohead. This song is mellow. Like my mood of the moment. Ha.... wow, so i hear from my brother (Pat) that people are actually... reading this crap. Well keep doing it.. its good for you... on many levels. Reading my useless thoughts once a day... one word at a time... whatever.. can get you through your day. I could be your one a day. Kinda like birth control... only no period regulation... and i know how much the american public hates that. period regulation... ugh... what am i talking about? oh well, one a day... i'd be your drug... you'd be addicted. Like i am to radiohead at the current moment.. the beauty of radiohead is that its not anything like whats going on now... all this pop punk crap... im sorry... but if this keeps up.. im going to be radiohead's slave... or mudvayne... mudvayne is very good too... they're hardcore metal... but its more melodic than say.. SLIPKNOT!!! YEAH!!!

As much as i love slipknot for what they've done for heavy metal..... i have to say that three songs and they're on my nerves for not being very talented... why is it that there's just no agruing with some people? Its like... you can have all your arguments written down in front of your face.. like a class debate... and then they realize in the back of their mind that im right... but instead of indentifying that i, indeed have won the argument... say something like... Kevin, your stupid. and thats when you realize.. that its not worth saying anything else to anyone... because this person needs a complete war to be thrown down on his fucking head and you need to just verbally kick the shit out of his panzie ass if your going to get anywhere.... and even thats an IF situation. (I Might Be Wrong - Radiohead.) ah... yeah... now this is a beat... this makes me wanna go on some sort of a covert opperation..... ooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK.... ranting time.... phew... gotta get pumped.... ::kevin cracks knuckles:: OW, why did that hurt.... oh well... here goes nothing.

Why do the "free thinkers" of think that they're so god damn smart.? can anyone answer me that? you know why, cuz they're really not. I hate them... they piss me off... I really dont hate a lot of people but.... wait... yes i do hate a lot of people, these people really take the cake though. They work on this underground newspaper respectively called "Glenbard Underground" this is meant to be for all of the Glenbard schools (for those who don't know, East, West, North, and South) but from the people i've asked, this paper has only made its way through east. Pissing off every super american (Such as myself) that its been dropped into the hands of.. I happen to have been in a class of one of the "writers" for this paper... if you can call it writing. He has told me on many occasions that he is indeed a communist. last time i checked, we deported communists... at least thats what they did in the 70's... maybe thats what we should start doing... anyone who doesn't love america can just LEAVE... that sounds good. In the words of another great super american, Matt Drobysh-- "Love it or leave it!" and another, Pat Simms-- "If they don't like America... they can just go to one of those fucked up 3rd world countries and see how long he lasts." I will go on with a more paraphrased version of the Pat Simms rant:

What other country can you just up and borrow $300... huh? Where else can you just go to a bank and say, "Here, hold on to my money for me... I'll be back for it when i need it." where else can you speak whatever you want about your country.... not that i'd want to... but i have that right... these kids.... christ.... they abuse that right.

Ok, so i thought i'd really get going on that one... but i didn't... it ended up a lot shorter... sorry... I'm still new at this ranting thing... I've been publishing responses to the articles (or shit as i like to call it) on hulla balloo... under the name American 01 look for my shit... cuz i think i do a good job of telling these kids that i hate them.... i think my next one will be why christianity kicks some major ass.. in your face you fucking born-agains.... STOP TRYING TO CONVERT ME!!!!

Well, Reanimation, by Linkin Park, should get a grammy for just being one of the best ideas EVER. Sure Limp Bizkit did it, but their re-mix album SUCKED! Oh well, my december is a great song remixed or not. It just speaks to me. I am playing a lot more guitar. I seem to be drawn away from my drums whenever I'm mad of disappointed for something. In this case my insanely terrible English grade. I'm failing. But you know what, i accept it, and its my fault... boo hoo.... i just have to do better. thats all, speaking of which. I think... wait, this has nothing to do with that.... oh well, go to www.hulla-balloo.com and tell the cock fuck that puts it up that he's a mindless moron that thinks that the fact that he can say whatever he wants about America and its great government gives him the right to bad mouth EVERYthing about it. I'm straped for time tonight... but ill be back later to rant and rave about this cock. Be sure to remind me.

This just in:

You can't pimp it in a van.

This just in:

Having two to three girls put their hands on your shoulders makes your a pimp. Especially if it's in a haunted house.

I know that it would make me jizz my pants if it happened to me. People who talk shit no es buen.

Well, it's official, women, when it comes to being hit on... or sought after for that matter, are complete morons. I have a friend, we'll just call him Han Solo. He was spending probably a good four to five weeks trying to get this girl, we'll call her Leah (Lay-uh, I think that's how it's spelled, anyway). Then one fine day he goes out on a limb and asks her out. She says no. Now this girl... Leah, has been, like, into him, hanging around with him, laughing at all his jokes... you know, the whole nine yards... he even asks and takes her to the local get-together (We'll call it, the Cantina) and then they have a lot of fun... but obviously that isn't enough for this chick.

No this is not about me.

I have to put up with the fact that I'm too subtle. Girls never know when I'm hitting on them. It sucks. Kinda like Blink 182. Thats why I like Thrice. They don't suck. I'm going to go and drum along with Thrice.

God damn the fact that computers can have errors... ya know, if the Japanese made more computers... they'd be better... and less expensive. So after we installed Microsoft Office 2000 on this piece of Gateway shit... Microsoft Word refuses to work. So we had to reinstall Windows. Fuckin' A. And on top of that, my brother who was supposed to back up all of the files that were in our "My Documents" folder, did not do so. I had all kinds of important things in that folder... old assigments, things that I would have been able to look back on had they not been so abruptly deleted. I even lost all of my amazing MIDI file songs that would sooner or later become songs for my band.

OH WELL, this is just another let down that has occured recently, that and jazz band, and me not getting even a HUG when I walked my date to the door after Homecoming (WAH WAH WAH!!!)... oh God... I should just sleep all the time, only then would I be truely happy... no one would bother me... etc... that would be fuckin' great. I'm done complaining for now... God I need a BJ. And a good one at that.

Today in the morning posse, consisting of Tom B., Mike E., Mark B., Bob P. (sometimes), Adam Mc-fuckin-A, and the irrepressible Japmatic Jim H., I got there early and say right in Tom's seat. He was mad. I was completely unaware that we were taking our pre-arranged seating seriously. If someone had sat in my seat, I don't think that my reaction would have been much different, so I will no longer speak of this. Needless to say, Tom and I got into a disgusting (to the players as well as the spectators) game of Homosexual Chicken. I know what you're thinking... and no... I'm not gay. Just open... if that's really what it is. I will now explain to you the rules as they were conveyed to me by one Bill Jagnow.

The game begins with the verbal portion. You and your opponent (of the same sex, unless your lucky like that) begin to make sexual advances toward each other. The main object of the game (I probably should have explained this earlier) is not to be the first one grossed out by the other. If you want to end the torment, you just have to shout, "Oh man, you sick fuck." or something in the likeness of that. If you havn't had a winner during the verbal portion, you move onto the physical portion. This is where the men are filtered from the boys. You begin to touch your opponent suggestively until one of you "taps" out. The usual winning move, for those of you with humungous balls, is the hand up the leg.

Normally your opponent is of the same sex. But if you can manage to get a chick (or a guy if YOUR a chick) to play... then BRAVO!!! I personally, call me a sick-o, but its true, would love to see two chicks play this game... but whatever... that would be cool, thats all i have to say.

The absence of a school dress code would make life interesing.... thanks for reading

kevin