Titus Andronicus must be the weirdest play Shakespeare ever wrote. It’s twisted, sick, and disgusting, but it somehow keeps your interest. Mr. Quilp persuaded me to read it, so I did. It’s sorta a morbid pyscho I don’t know what set in Rome. Besides all the strange stuff, I suggest reading it, just for the fact that is something completely different than Shakespeare’s usual.

Who lives in a house, and that house is in a city, and that city is not part of a state but happens to be in a district, and that district is called the District of Columbia, and that district is in a country called the United States of America and the district just so happens to be the capital of that country, and that country is one of the three countries on a continent called North America, and that continent is one of seven continents in the world, and the world happens to be one of the nine planets in our solar system, and as of yet scientist haven’t discovered any others.

Blah! I feel like blah. Ultimate blahness! I want to learn the bass, but as of now I have no way of learning. Last Sunday I tried to hang out at the music store so I could fiddle around with a few, and I did, but I was only there for an hour. It’s amazing how so many people are musical talented. I watched like 1o different guys and 3 girls walk in, grap a guitar and just play. A few were in bands and were playing some original stuff (found out by talking to them), and it was just so…jaw dropping. I wish I was a natural musically talented person…like certain people. But I guess God just gave some people talents…and left others without.

I was born in 1989, which makes me 16. I personally consider 30 to be the age when most people start to get older. “Most” because some start earlier and others later, but its generally around 30 that the ageing process begins.

I have lived 53.33% of my “young” life span already. I have 2 years left of being an “irresponsible teenager”. I’m having a mid-young life crisis. I’m not feeling old, I’m just feeling like I haven’t done enough of the “living” part of life. My teen years are closing in and I’m feeling a loss.

*A commercial break*….Spam sucks! My last post had 8 spam comments. Eight! How do marketers do it? Eeek…I am annoyed.

I was going to finish my mini series but I’m waiting on some pics that are supposed to accompany the articles (or editorals or posts…or whatever it is). I have nothing witty or stupid to say that will make this post somehow have a point….or do I? Wait I do…

Well it really has no meaning persay to me, even though I sorta like the message about war. Seeing as Bush’s war….really tees me off…. but I like the “wake me up when September ends” part because I’m taking my GED tests on the 10th and 17th of September. I feel sorta prepared but the whole concept scares me. What if I fail? I know, I know it’s made for the dregs of society but some famous people have taken it to. Anyways…enjoy the lyrics.

The home was full of cool people. Everyone had their own special qualities that made them….umm…cool. To be truthful I didn’t get to know everyone there, there was just to many people, but the people that I did get to know were just plain cool. Especially Suzy, Stephy, Abi, and Liz. *Arranged by age not by favorites.

I heard that cool is a cool word, and if you want to be cool you have to use the word cool alot. Or maybe it was if you were uncool you used the cool word cool alot. I can’t remember whether it was the cool cool people or the uncool people or the cool uncool people that use the cool word cool alot. Perhaps some cool or uncool person could help me?

What exactly did I do while there? Umm…well they were kinda short on personal because quite a few people were away on visa trips, so I sorta filled in the gap. I cooked..ehh..well sorta…,cleaned, and watched the kids. Which believe it or not I found kinda fun, since I normally don’t do much of that here, but I’m sure if I did it alot…it would lose it’s spark of amusement.

On Friday nights the teens go out to the cine (aka cinema, movie theater, blow job place) where they talk to teens who have way to much time on their hands. And I mean way to much time…once while there, there was a group of guys lighting their hands on fire….now that is way to much time. What made this event stand out to me is that we (I mean they) won over 20 souls each time, I was there for two nights, when compared to here, if we happen to go out personal witnessing and are having a really good day, we probably win max 10. So it was a big difference.

I also got to check out the teen girl’s band that they are hopefully going to be using for their outreach and bible studies. It was awesome. For all the guys out there imagine 4 really hot chicks aged 14-17, one playing the bass, two playing guitars, one’s rhythm and the other is lead, and a female lead vocalist, singing out really good lyrics and their amps pumping good music. Now imagine them single….yeah you know you want to go there.

This is part one of a 5 part mini series. I don’t know where to start, so I’m going to rant.
Never fly on American Airlines! It’s just plain screwy. Out of four planes only one had televisions. I had 10 boring flight hours and the other two I got to watch Madagascar. They promised comp. dinners on two of my flights but I never received either, and you must read on for the rest.

Don’t fly into the Mexico City ariport any time soon, it’s a complete dump heap since they’ve been remodeling. Dallas Fort Worth also seems to have some problems with their security checks and plane rotation of gates. I had one hour to land in Dallas and to then get onto my connecting flight. My plane arrived 10 minutes early, I was delighted but my delight was short lived, the captain announces that there is a plane sitting at our gate that has mechanical problems and that we will have to wait 10-15 minutes for it to move. Ha, yeah right, we had to wait 40 minutes. Nice real nice. But it gets better I had to go through customs, then pick up my check in and recheck it in, then go through customs again, and then security check, which I had just done four hours ago before getting on my first plane. They let a person with a cart of beer go through and skip about 30 people, like hello I have a plane that leaves in 20 minutes!

To sum it all up I barely made my connecting flight. I got to do what you see in the movies. A person is gasping for breath, running through the airport, glancing at his/her watch, watching the seconds tick away, then…everything in their backpack falls to the floor. They stop, curse, and proceed to gather and throw all the things that had fallen. He/she begins to run again, 20 gates pass by the time she reaches her proper gate. She is about to pass her gate out of confusion of seeing so many gates pass by, but then a AA representatives yells out ” Are you going to National?” She reply’s hurriedly yes. AA rep. says “I want you to do something….run!” as she checks the persons ticket. He/She obeys, she doesn’t stop running, at least not in her head, until she reaches her seat. There she checks her watch that she had forgotten about in her fit of frustation…..2 mintues before take off.

To cut the cake…they lost my check-in bag. The good news is that they found it, it got shipped to Newark.

Well tomorrow is that day when I’m leaving on that jet plane. I’m feeling rather anxious and hesitant at the same time. I probably won’t be able to blog during the time I’m gone, so I want you all to sing the Twelve Days of Christmas, one day for each day that I’m gone, since I’m going to be gone for 12 days. I’m going to leave you with the lyrics to a song that’s been stuck on repeat in my head for a long time. Now you get to enjoy the torment with me.

I woke the other day
And saw my world has changed
The past is over but tomorrow's wishful thinking
I can't hold onto what's been done
I can't grab onto what's to come
And I'm just wishing I could stop, but

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

Memories are bittersweet
The good times we can't repeat
Those days are gone and we can never get them back
Now we must move ahead
Despite our fear and dread
We're all just wishing we could stop, but

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe your eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

With all our joys and fears
Wrapped in forgotten years
The past is laughing as today just slips away
Time tears down what we've made
And sets another stage
And I'm just wishing we could stop

Life goes on
Come of age
Can't hold on
Turn the page

Time rolls on
Wipe these eyes
Yesterday laughs
Tomorrow cries

It now seems that just about everyone I know has a cellphone, thanks to the new technological world and cheaper production of products, but it doesn’t seem like many people are upgrading their memory banks with the times. For instance cell phones are built with a voice mail system (aka an answering machine) that also saves and lists your last 10 recieved calls, but still people leave their answering machine message as ” You have reached John Doe. I am not able to answer the phone right now. Please leave your name and NUMBER and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you.” What a waste of breath. I think of that as plan stupidity and because of that I never and will never leave my number.

Zipadee doda zipadee day!

Well it’s looks like I’m going down to Mexico City/Cuernavaca for a 2 week work vacation. See some people think I’m going as a vacation sorta thing, but in reality I’m not. I’m still going to be working just in another home and country. But it will be a different enviroment, different air to breath, and diffferent people to see, so I’m dubbing this trip a Work Vacation, snazzy title no?

Hopefully nothing “will go wrong because I’m feeling way to damn good” right now. You know how that always happen, everything is going so well, almost perfect, and then something idioticly supid comes up and ruins everything you worked so hard for. It happens semi regularly for me, but hopefully not this time. No, it won’t happen this time.

Sad News: Peter Jennings died yesterday. For me he made American news fun and worth watching. Gonna miss the Canadian, ay.

A couple of weeks ago I was walking in Wal-Mart, ( I would like to repeat my dislike for this monopolized chain of stores) and I happened to have been in the clothing section….looking for someone. (I refuse to buy clothes, except for socks, and occasional undergarments at Wal-mart) I don’t know if all Wal-marts are like the one in my area, but the one here is a disorganized trash heap. Not only is it trashy, but you aren’t allowed to pick out and buy your own razors, you have to ask the cashier to get them for you! What kinda store is that?
Back to the story. Mixed in a pile of ugly pink, red, and blue shirts was a Teen Vogue magazine, it happened to be the March addition. I guess they forgot to trash it, when July came around. I admit, I got sidetracked from my mission and skimed through it.

There was an article entitled…I don’t remember, but it’s not the important thing. It was about the drinking age. I’ve always been wanting to write a paper on my opinion of why it should change, I’ve been talking about it since I was 13, and it’s just something I am very opinionated about. It’s almost as if the writer had heard me give one of my rants, and decided to write about it, but he/she forgot some of my main arguements.

Why they think it should change back to 18:
-Maybe teens will handle alchohol better if they were able to learn and experience right amounts with their parents instead of trying to hide it behind their backs and blinge drinking.
-In Europe the drinking age is 18 and in some places 16
- If your brain isn’t fully developed until you’re 21 (that was the excuse for the age limit we have now, made in 1984) then how come you can kill yourself off in Iraq at 18?

Some more reasons I feel they forgot to print:
-In every state you can get married at 18 without parental permission, some places 16 with parental permission, meaning you can start a family at 18, have approximately 1-3 kids and be fully incharge of their lives by the time you are 21, but you can’t drink or buy alchohol.
- The 2 bordering countries of the U.S., Mexico and Canada have an 18 drinking age.
- Cigarettes are known to cause cancer and lung diseases not only for the one smoking but also for those surrounding the one smoking, but you can buy cigarettes at 18 but you can’t buy alchohol.
-You can buy porn but not liquor