But....yodel A?
Friday, 11/16/01 - 3:59 p.m..

But....Yodel-A?
Yeah, dammit...Yodel-A...a better idea?
Cowabunga!!!
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Heck, there's still hope on the Behind The Music thing being aired on the 25th...anyway, there's going to be an Aerosmith marathon some time in december, so at least I won't be that screwed up. Though it's good to know that there's always some people you can count on....it makes you go aaaawwwwwww.....

I read my last entry and it wasn't as I expected it to be. I thought I wouldn't say anything more than the fish zuckz comment. I had a boring day, I'm really sorry to admit it. But today was quite different. Not because I did anything extraordinary, I just felt with more energy....I'm young again!!!!. It's amazing all the stuff you can get out of yourself.

I've been playing with Frog the whole day. She's the cutest, most stupid, most lovable character I've ever met. She's beyond Garfield (no, I don't like Garfield...I used to watch it but I'm not a "fan"...I own this pencil though, that says: the most lovable, yetta-yetta, character of all times). She was eating a wood stick a few minutes ago. Mom said that she was bringing garbage into the house. Beats me, mom....Frog's a beast beyond my comprehension.

Talking about my mom and the garden...she has this long wood stick, and she says it looks like ET...what the fuck? My mom is normal. I mean, it's normal that every mom is weird. She asked me if I thought so (about the ET stick)...I said no. The (motherfuckin') stick does not look like ET.

I believe it's a gremlin.

Well, I thought again....what if I lead a mediocre life, working on something mediocre that makes me win a bunch of money? Is not a bad idea. Think of the possibilities...not having to worry about learning new stuff, vegetating all day, not having problems, never feeling down...it's all good. But why doesn't that idea make me happy? Because I'm anti-shallow. Go me. It sounds stupid, but dad says that I'm not like the others teenagers, who have enough with what others tell them. I go beyond the appearences....most of times, may I add. Go me.

I just checked the Aerosmith message boards...that's a lot of useful information and fun...specially when you're the moderator of the best one (*standing ovation by Simeon*). Isn't it great? Aerosmith played Lord Of The Thighs last night. It's fun to read other people's experiences at those concerts...I flirted with Steven Tyler!!!!. Jimmy Hoffa must have felt really happy. Anyway, many interesting facts about last night (I guess I have to say that "credit goes to aerofanatic.com"...by the way, this is the real FANatic, who got to interview Steven...lucky motherfucker...):

***Joe visited the World Trade Center remains, and the police officer there said "Draw The Line" was his fav song. Perry dedicated it to him.
***Parts of the Star Spangled Banner were played during the end solos of JPP and Train.
***Some porn-star-looking chick got her ass spanked by Steven at the end of WTW.
***Mia and Liv were there. Mia sang a tad on Edge.
***And how about THIGHS! Only 2nd playing this tour!

And...during Elevator, right after the part where they go 'eeeelaaavaaatorrrr', Steven held Tom's nose while Tom stuck his tongue out.....And Simeon says: aaawwwwwww...

I was wattering the plants a few hours ago. That iz cool. Fuck, yeah. I made a rainbow and made rain...where in hell do you get to do that but in your garden, while wattering the plants? My garden is nice....it rocks, to say the least. Now that I notice, it has many, many, many, many flowers. Mom loves plants. And you wouldn't believe all the kind of flowers she has. It's like a kid got a box of 64 pencil colors and drew a garden with them. My favorites are...I don't know their name, but they sure are weird. Those flowers look like made out of marble...green marble. It's amazing.

I feel so fuckin' childish. I'm a Renan (for the record, my dad's, my brother's and my nephiew's name is Renan...so I'm feeling Renan-nephiew), jumping everywhere, running, dragging Frog back and forth...being zilly iz cool. Hell, yeah.

Now, I finally got my diagnosis...I can't be my-whole-self with everybody. I'm this way with someone, I'm the other way with someone else...I think no one could handle me if I was 100% me all the time. I can't be the wholewheat bread that I want to be. There's no one that makes me feel free enough to be me, the complete me, the wholewheat bread. Well, I do try to be open with some people, but they just don't notice. And I'm not the kind of person that asks for attention, no matter how much I need it....so, yay.

- "Yay"?
- Yes, "yay"
Why not "YODEL-A!"?

Hell...I guess I'm done for today with the "happy hour"....oh, fuck....tomorrow I have to go to school...to get my grades....tomorrow, I'll find out if school thinks I'm good enough to pass this year...who the fuck does it thinks it is, anyway? I don't need a fuckin' good grade in math, school should know that not everybody is good at the same subjetcs, and failing math doesn't necessarily mean that I don't have emotional intelligence. Aw, fuck it. I'll blame it on the system.

- Why don't you blame it on yourself, since you could have studied a bit harder?
- No, Amish boy. It's the system....the system
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I'll call the guy tonight. But as far as I know...I'm not in love with him, anymore. And he won't ever be in love with me. The problem with girls (you have no idea how much I hate to include me), and even with some guys, is that just because they see someone flirting with them, they believe this someone is in love with them. Teenagers get easily confused. It's a hormonal thing, I guess.

((((the system!...blame it on the system...))))

...I mean, it's a system thing. Teenagers believe that being part of the mass is cool. Because it gives you individuality...I don't know what I just said, but that's what I get for talking about the system.
- I'm a Power-Ranger!!!!
- Cowabunga, dude.


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