All's well

Howdy mates,

Well last night was spectacular. I got those A's that I was upset about, and life is working out rather well right now. Last night I went to Nick's with Chaz and John and it pretty much kicked ass. So we start off the night with a jam sesh (yeah I said sesh, back off.). I was on bass and vocals, Nick on drums, John on acoustic guitar, Chaz on electric and vocals. We played a cover of The Quiet Thing That Know One Ever Knows first, and I must admit it sounded incredibly dirty. A small problem was that since I have never really played bass before, I kinda sometimes stopped singing and just played bass, but being that I was like, doing lead, it posed a small problem. But screw it, we sounded great, we had fun, and I was soloing on a goddamn bass. Thats what I'm talking about people. But honestly, it was a great night, and I really think we've got something as far as a band goes. My current idea for a band name (technically my dad's idea) was The Rivals. Only problem is that there is an English Punk band called The Rivals, so we've gotta figure something else out. Anyway so after we played, we watched The Boondock Saints and and some other movie, and then we went upstairs and just talked. Over all it was great (for like the millionth time). Now I've gotta head to my lacrosse game, so wish me luck mates.

Peace out,
Sir Danny

Angry Bear

I'm going to start off with the fact that today doesn't seem to like me very much. I'm always extremely careful after receiving lots of good news at once, because it always tends to be followed by a bad day. I'll warn you, this probably won't be a fun post to read, more of a rant/anger management session. Though for those of you who know me, my anger is quite limited, so I'm sure it'll have worn off by the end of the post.

Let's begin with the good. A short list of all the great things that happened yesterday:

-Won Lax Game
-Got 4 guitar courses for free ($150ish saved) in a random draw contest
-Discovered I have an A in Chem
-A friend of mine who is really good at guitar and vocals wants to make a band with me

So yay it was a great day. I go to sleep laughing due to some funny comics my brother shows me. I wake up, malnourished and unrested, go to school, rush my chem homework and attempt to seem awake. Okay, normal day so far. I discover I have to do an essay this weekend, and my math teacher refuses to bump my 92.1 up to an A. The paper, alright whatever, the no A, damnit that really sucks. So then I go to lacrosse practice, we have to practice with varsity. It was cool because I scored, but it's so intense and was unneeded pressure. So fine, whatever, I get home and use the bathroom, then go upstairs to check my grades (end of the quarter). I look, I have 3 B+'s, which for me is terrible. That means I only get first honors rather than principle's list, parents are going to bitch, and I actually have to work fourth quarter. So I look to see which are B+'s. History, alright well I didn't exactly work this quarter in history, math, wow thats really not cool, and what the hell, french? I look, my teacher gave me an 87 homework average, giving me a 92. If I got an 88 homework average, I'd have a 92.5, an A. So at this point I'm absolutely pissed off at my french teacher. Then, mum comes home, and remember how I used the toilet? well, I flooded the bathroom. Yay. Mum's pissed. Mum's more pissed about grades, I can't go to rob's to play guitar. Fuck you April 2nd, I think you are the second child who is always looking for attention. Just man up, April 1st beat you to it. (Yes, I just had a conversation with April 2nd. No big deal). And a lot of people would be like, "Wow, 3 B+'s and straight A's is really good!" But I'm sorry, no it's not. Not for me at least. It's not like I work hard, but still, I don't get 3 B+'s in one quarter. Thats absolutely ridiculous to me. And for the record, I'm officially tired of not talking to any girls, of spending all my time playing guitar when I'm not even close to being good enough to be seriously legit, of playing sports (when the truth is, I really don't like sports anymore), and of having to deal with stupid people. Whatever. Thats my rant. Sorry you had to read it, and if you didn't read it, sorry you didn't wanna read my post, but in that case you wouldn't see this apology. Oh well, I guess it's the thought that counts.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of
the world.
-Tyler Durden

So I'm sitting awake at two in the morning

And I'd like to just say that some things literally make me sick to my stomach. I would rather not tell you what, but I'll have you know that its something that I probably should be happy about, but I can't really say that I am. I've spent the past hour and a half sitting here trying to figure out why it bothers me and how to fix it, but with no avail. Eh, no biggie.

I guess I have some stuff to write about this time. Most of it rather random and off topic, but hell I guess it's not off topic if there is no topic. The topic is my thoughts, so there we go.

Alright well today was the last day of wrestling, and I must admit that I am entirely psyched. I went 13-0 for the season and I won the Polytech Tournament (JV States). I actually couldn't give a crap how I did, I'm just happy to escape hell and return to a social life. Like seriously, it is hard to explain how truly binding the sport of wrestling is time-wise. But yeah so now I can finally do stuff with people, except this weekend I'm kinda going away, so next weekend lol. But still, anyone who I have ignored for the past forever, I can finally do stuff again. Yay.

Next up is something that I heard from a teacher at my school. Okay so is anyone into Shakespearean Literature? I'm not, I dislike Shakespeare immensely due to his over acclaimed "genius". But hey, to each his own. Anyway, check this out. His play Much Ado About Nothing is actually like, pretty much a porno. The word nothing originated as a slang word to mean "vagina". The whole play is literally about like sex and stuff, Much Ado About Vagina. Chicks causing big problems. Now this sounds odd, I know, but watch. Okay so in the play theres a dude named Benedick (not Benedict like the real name, BeneDICK) Bene is a latin prefix (or something) for good. Good Dick. Wow. Way to be subtle Billy. After that, you have the fact that there are these long poems about wars, cannons and fortresses being invaded. If you can't get that one, you need to pay more attention in health class. Like seriously, its pretty messed up. Several Shakespearean works were metaphors for sex. So ha, it even ruled the world back then like a million years ago or whenever the hell Shakespeare lived. Long live the ever-reigning sex.

Okay so that's about it for now, there was a lot more I wanted to write about but jesus christ it is late and I think it's time to go to bed. Thank you for reading my long speeches about nothing, I hope they serve some purpose in your life.

I wanted to destroy something beautiful

There are some mornings in which I make a resolution for the day. This morning I decided I wanted to cause as much trouble as I could everywhere I went. No reason in particular, but I figure we all need to test ourselves to learn who we are. Now I don't feel like explaining everything that happened in response to my abrupt decision, but I must admit even with the casualties, it is an experiment worth trying. No apologizing, all antagonizing to the point where someone refuses to even look at you.

Now I'm sure most of you (or at least those of you who know me) are thinking, "What the hell, this doesn't sound like something Danny would do at all." Well that's the point entirely. I encourage all of you to every once in a while make decisions, lasting but one day, that totally go against the grain of who you are. You can deal and learn from the consequences later. To some of you, this idea probably sounds enticing, yet something too off-hand and odd for you to actually do. Well, the only thing I can say is that you haven't much to lose and if you do, you have too much.

Give it a shot. And hell, let me know how it goes. Maybe let me know beforehand what you want to try and I'll give an opinion or something. I don't know, but hell I like to help in anyway possible. Well, have at it.

Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on

So Heath Ledger died. Now I'll be honest, I don't know anything about like, pop culture or major actors and whatnot, I don't watch enough TV or read enough magazines. When I heard he died, I didn't care at all. Until I heard some more.

Now everyone knows about the new Batman movie and how he is the Joker. Check this, supposedly he was working so hard to get into character that he was going crazy. Like people said once he was in costume, he was actually scary and couldn't be convinced out of the fact that he was the Joker. Now driving oneself to insanity like this is no easy task, and apparently is extremely difficult to undo. Heath began taking meds because he couldn't sleep. He literally forced himself into both insomnia and insanity. Then after taking too many sleeping pills, a chemical reaction took place and killed him. Although the idea that it was accidental has not been confirmed, it is probable because he even stated in a past interview that he was worried that this movie would kill him.

I'm amazed. Human willpower is the most beautiful killer there is. His story is a masterpiece. An ironic, tragedy of a masterpiece. My theory is this: After being so dedicated to the part, Heath started to become the Joker his own mind. It started to scare him, so he attempted to push the idea away. Then it became more apparent and he couldn't sleep, so he started taking sleeping pills. Because he had to keep playing the part, he couldn't get help. He needed to be the Joker. Eventually, the only place he could escape to was sleep, and he couldn't even do that with the pills. So he tried upping the amount of pills he took to get more sleep, and a chemical reaction inside of him killed him. This is going to be one hell of a movie. It'd better be, it took a life.

I'll be honest I didn't even know who he was before this, and I still kinda don't care (to be a tad apathetic). I'm just astonished at the psychological changes this man was able to put himself through. It just goes to show you that we live in a word of our own creation. If you disagree with me, let's have a little chat sometime.

Eventually this blog won't be all text stuff, and it'll actually have some humor to it. I'll get some videos and such, but for now this is all I have time for. Thanks for reading.

Regards,
Danny Sullivan

So I'm going to make a post

And there is nothing that you can do about it.
See? I told you so.

Well I have very little to write about and very lot to think about, so I figure I'm just going to dance my fingers on the keyboard and see what comes up.

Well today I had a wrestling match in which I didn't wrestle because AI only has like four JV wrestlers. Yay AI. I had to make weight (which is 142) and then immediately after I ate like hell, even though I wasn't very hungry. I love to eat, it's a personal favorite pastime. Oh I forgot, I got my permit today. Once again, yay. I drove a bit, but I've kinda been driving for a while anyway with my mom, so it wasn't anything special. If you care, I managed to pull off straight A's again even though I have only legitimately done about 10% of my homework this quarter, not even kidding. Consider it a test of my bullshittingness. I passed.

Hmm what else is new. Well I have about a bamillion half finished songs now, and I am too lazy to finish any of them. I'm also hoping to get something together with whoever wants to jam and form some sort of a band once wrestling is over. I know I'm a faux guitarist at this point, but back off I play like four hours a night, I'm working on it. It's my personally assigned homework. Oh and I just got a new amp. I love it. And I think I'm going to name my guitar Serra. Like a rip off of Terra (meaning earth) and Cera from Vena Cera like the Chevelle CD. Yeah it's mad hippie, but fuck it all I like how it sounds. And calling 3 guitars Pig (Pig I, Pig II and Pig III) would be a tad redundant. Especially if I want to call the amp Piglet.

So I have very few plans for this weekend because A) The plans I had for saturday night (Rock Uganda) are pretty much shot because of my wrestling tournament and B) I never plan to do stuff on fridays. I just wait and get dragged places. Works for me. So anyone who has any ideas for stuff to do, please feel free to let me know because I'm going to be desperately bored.

By the way, if you need vocab answers go here: Vocab

Thats about it really, it's 12:03 so I should start considering sleep.

Well, gnight guys. And if you read this during the hours of light, gday.

Hahahaha peace

Juno

So I'm making this post from the wee hours of the morning. its gotta be like almost one now, and I just finished watching Juno, the movie I've been waiting forever to see. Movies embellish situations, dreams and feelings that we know we'll only feel and witness a few times in life.

This movie shows hope for both teen and adult love, while recognizing that there are faults. It's a beautiful movie, to be entirely honest. I loved it. I'm a total girl when it comes to this stuff, but hey, its how I roll. If you want to watch a really good movie, or if you have lost all hope in any form of successful relationship and want to change that, I highly recommend you watch this movie. It's also pretty damn funny too.

Go here: Juno: The Illegal and Most Likely Bootlegged Version

New words

Hello mates. After a little dry spell of nonpostingness, I have returned. Now don't get your knickers get all tied up in a bundle, but yes, the posting shall begin.

New words. I say new words and phrases literally every day, its what I do. And I don't mean like, new dictionary words. I mean like, smish or grrawr. Now this post is dedicated to those words, so here are a good bit of them:

smish- a funny noise I make when I don't know what to say
grrawr- i roar.
hernold- my imaginary frund.
frund- friend.
gettin picked off like ants- being sniped in halo 3. hellz yeah
pish- another form of smish
chyup- chyea and yup mixed together
waho- better way of saying wahoo
glomp- to beastie hug. (like omg you brought me brownies?! *glomp*)
imma happy bear- im happy
imma sad bear- im sad
imma hungry bear- im hungry
imma bear- OMGGRRAWRIMMABEAR
hop off ma pancakes- don't eat my food (mainly said at lunch time)
gar- expression of discontent
moobies- man boobies
mipples- man nipples

Ta Da :]!!! Those are just a few of them, but thats all I can remember for now. Please feel free to add them to your vocabulary. Okay lataz homesheezies

Yours truly,
Danny

Poor Man's Blog, Rich Man's Comedy

Why hello there mate. This is the blog of a tempest in a teapot.


Simply put, you probably don't care. Even more simply put, I probably wouldn't care either. And that's fair enough, apathy is not something to apologize for. But I figure why not rant and rave for those willing to read, or for those who are looking for someone to laugh at. This'll eventually get funny, but I figure I'll get the about me's and all that jazz in before I begin a tirade of nonsensical waste.


So I don't believe that we've been properly introduced. I am sir Daniel Alexander Xavier Sullivan I. You can call me Danny. At the age of sixteen, I live mostly reserved to my own thoughts. Although to the common and untrained eye, I may appear entirely embarrassing and stupid, I am (contrary to what my expansive vocabulary and talent in literature might suggest). I think. A few of my personal favorite pastimes and hobbies include sleeping, eating, guitaro, sleeping, poking things, laughing at myself (*note* I find myself absolutely hilarious), lacrosse, the occasional video game, attempting to write music (*another note* which I can honestly say I have improved at. If you haven't seen or heard any of my music for a while, you may be surprised), and just thinking. I like dark rooms with many a corner, sunsets (fuck you.)(i'm sorry, that was mean), doing well in school, and researching random stuff, among many other things. Learning is something that I am a firm believer in. And I don't mean school education. Fuck formalized education, go to school so you can get a good job. I mean real learning. Mark Twain once said something along the lines of, "I will never let schooling get in the way of my education." Don't be an idiot, become someone.


If I am coming off a tad harsh, it is because I figure I might as well get the tough areas out of the way so that it's not a surprise later on. The honest truth is I'm not the least bit like what I just wrote, except for on a very few subjects.


Now, a belief I hold dear is that people expect too much and understand too little. We all think we know stuff, when I could prove to you that no one actually knows anything. We live in a world of our own creation. Be kind, polite, and realize that you must sacrifice, and you'll be okay I think. Sleep. Sleep is something many people can do quite easily. Sleep is my favorite thing to do, because it is the only time in which I can truly dream, and if nothing else, we can live to dream. I have an extremely hard time sleeping, and it is utterly ironic. Sleep is a reason to both live and die. Remember that. The one place we can always retreat to, always take refuge is deep in the back of our minds, deep in bottom of our hearts.


Okie doke, all done with the serious stuff. I'm sure there's plenty I forgot, but oh well. And sorry about all the fancy talk and such, but I figured I'd try to be impressive. So anyway, every morning I check this site Cyanide and Happiness. Go to the comics, it's hilarious.


That's about enough for now, I'll get back sometime soon with something a bit more interesting. For now, I'm peacin.

Sincerely,
Danny