Stuck in Payne

I'm in Athens for the night, not a whole lot to do.

I'm going ice skating tomorrow. It should be a lot of fun.

I wish I had a VCR right now so I could watch An American Tail.

It's almost 2008. I hope I do better.



I need a haircut

Pickle 2007

Christmas has come and gone, but I must say that it was a good Christmas. After what would end up being the longest search for Christmas Tree preserved cucumber in Johnson family history, I ended up being the pickle victor this year.

With two new additions to the family stepping up to compete, the odds were tougher. Minute after minute went by with no success. Overcome by hunger, Kathy was forced to withdraw from the search, but her husband and the other four pushed on. Dan's massive non-Johnson physique and ridiculous desire to reach for false fruit provided a distraction while his wife's keen eye darted here and there, seeking to once again be crowned champion. Adam, after recently recovering from sinus surgery, hoped to obtain what he claimed to be his first pickle victory. Now, the record books do not show whether or not Adam truly has never found this elusive pickle, but none of us felt the need to argue with this statement. Austin, who has been successful in the past, was not so this year. With the fear of breaking the glass ornaments on his mind, perhaps he was more tentative than usual, but it can not be certain what was going through the mind of the young monk that day. For it is never certain what is going through the mind of that young monk on any day. Alex, the youngest yet just as experienced as the others, never gave up. Listening to every word Moms said, trying to decode the simple sentences into what they truly could mean he began to search more quickly. Knowing that it is often a similar colored ornament that the pickle is hid near, Alex looked behind everything that could possibly contain that strange combination of green and gray. After Papa was berated several times for getting in the way and Dan almost broke at least two ornaments, Alex looked behind a grayish green butterfly to discover the hidden treasure. Moms verified that it was indeed the true pickle and the match was over. Alex "Deuce Magoose" Johnson took home the $26 prize and the title of Pickle Champion 2007.

Untitled: December 24, 2007

I woke up at 6 in the morning. That's unusual. I don't really have anything that I want to do. I thought about going running, but my brother and his wife are sleeping in my room so I can't get to my clothes. That pretty much eliminates taking a shower as well. My mom just went to sleep, so she'll probably be out for a decent portion of the day. My car still is screwy, so I can't trust it to get me anywhere and back safely. It's a little chilly outside for what I'm wearing, and as mentioned before I can't get to any of my warmer clothes.

I just watched A Christmas Story with my mom. I really like that movie. I think that may have been the first time I've watched it all the way through.

Tomorrow is Christmas. This is probably the least excited I've been ever in my life. I'm not disappointed or anything, gifts just aren't a big deal. I really just want to play board games.


Published: June 12, 2010

Road to Paradise

My mom was crying when I woke up yesterday. It made me want to jump out of the window. Of course I'm sure that wouldn't have made her happier. Life is frustrating. People are so passionate about certain things that just don't make sense to me. I don't understand arguments. They just seem pointless. I've spent most of my life avoiding strong confrontations. I don't mind discussing how I feel about certain things, but honestly I've found that it's often better just to keep your mouth shut. Let people think how they want to think because I'm not going to be able to convince them. What makes me right anyway? Even if I am right, they don't need me to tell them.

My dreams scare me. To think that somewhere there is a place in my head that comes up with these events that take place while I'm asleep does not sit well with me. Sometimes they're funny or happy, but what is it that determines the story? I hate dreaming about high school. I really prefer to not think of such things. The dreams about friends and soccer always make me sad when I wake up because I know they aren't real. Things aren't how they should be. I love the memories, but it only hurts when I think that I've actually returned to those years.

I do enjoy life.


Published: June 12, 2010

Lucky Charms

My last post was pretty dumb. This one probably will be too.

These Lucky Charms don't taste right. Oh well, I'm fine with being disappointed.

I didn't do anything today. Or yesterday. I went over 24 hours without wearing pants twice in the past 7 days. Yes, despite whatever you are thinking right now, you DID need to know that.

The phone is ringing?!? It's 12:43. Come on people. I hate the phone so much. I hate hearing the phone ring and I hate talking on the phone. Maybe I'll become a boxer. Naw, I'm a weak sauce. Oh yeah, I was going to work out today. That was 12 hours ago. Time is really scootin on by.

Yep, that was dumb.

Twaddle

toss and turn, unable to sleep. Random thoughts, many thoughts. School, always school. Others, me. Morons, gorons, chandeliers rising with people on top. Tossing and turning. No sleep. Stomach pains. Im not fully awake. Not sleep. Heart burn. So much heartburn. Amish? Heartburn. Taco Bell. Zucchini still alludes me. Wikipedia. Antichrist. Thought progression. frightens me. Mumbo Jumbo. Jumbo Mumbo. Big Bertha. Cocktail sauce. How bout them dawgs. Victory. Failure. History. My story.

I think I will continue to avoid the shooting range.

Holiday

It's over. The first semester of my college experience has come to an end. I packed up my stuff and am now comfortably back at home. Christmas break has begun.

I am looking forward to relaxing most of the next few weeks. I am sure poker, video games, and movies will take up a large portion of my holiday, but I'm also looking forward to spending time with family and friends. Everyone should be getting back to Georgia soon, and I'm sure there will be plenty to do. I really want to play some board games. I should count how many different games my family plays this Christmas.

The stars were beautiful tonight, I wish I could've taken a picture. I like pictures. I sometimes write on this blog just so I can post a new picture. I don't know if I'll ever go back and read some of the ramblings I write, but I know I'll always go back and look at all my pictures. I just think it's fun.

I should be sleeping, but I'm not really tired. I have no idea how much time I actually spent asleep this past week. One thing's for sure, it wasn't enough. I really should be exhausted right now. I'll probably crash around noon and wont wake up until 3:00 in the morning. Meh, whatever happens today is going to be a great day.

one day I'll have something interesting to say.

It's midnight. I have my last final in eight hours. I'm not as concerned about it as I should be. I'm ready for this semester to be over. It probably won't take me long to get bored once I get home.

I want to play soccer. I'm really going to miss playing once the high school season starts. That was one of the few highlights I remember from school. I was never as good as I should've been. I didn't try hard enough. Well, I should say I didn't work hard enough. I played hard but my body was never as strong as it should've been. I can't remember the last time I truly tried to do my best at something. Probably 10th grade. Maybe. I've wasted so much time. I waste so much time. I really can't complain though, my life is so easy. I do feel pretty pointless on occasion; I need more ambition. I regret a lot of things... Like those hashbrowns on Tuesday.

This pizza has too much crust. It's 1/3 of the slice!

In The Light

Led Zeppelin and Poker. Today was a flashback to early high school. I think I'm going crazy. I left for Atlanta at 4:30 in the morning. I'm not a spontaneous person. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I wish it would snow.

The Legend of Captain Alex: Page 1

Introduction
I first met Captain Alex at the Sultan Abdul Samad Building in Kuala Lumpur. He seemed fascinated with the building's clock tower, which I believe must be at least 40 meters high. Anyway, that's besides the point. The point is this. He was drinking Teh Tarik Peng. No, no that's not the point either. Why am I writing this? Oh right, money. I don't get paid to stand here and roll quarters. Although I'd be good at that job. Well, until my shoulder goes out. Which would probably take 55 minutes. Being not a highly skilled job, this rolling quarters, I probably wouldn't get more than minimum wage. And that is why I, Argee Leroy Johnson IV am a writer. Writing this story of the semi-famous Captain Alex. What's that you say? You've never heard of the semi-famous Captain Alex? Ah well today is your lucky day... Unless you can't read. In which case you can't tell that I'm making fun of you right now while typing this worthless paragraph. Although I guess you wouldn't be able to tell anyway, since this isn't a video or tape recorder. I'm actually not even making fun of anybody right now, I just thought that needed to be said. Although it didn't really need to be said. But does anything really need to be said? Not by me probably. Anyway YOU! YOU have purchased this book! Hopefully from Borders or Amazon, but I won't judge you if you happened to get it from another location. I get paid either way. And so we begin. And by we, I mean I. And of course Captain Alex. For it is his legend in which I choose to speak of.

Hey! Hier Kommt Alex!

I'm unreasonably sad right now. I don't know why, but it's making me believe that sadness is an inevitable part of life, which in turn makes me less happy. Why does it seem like so many people are miserable? Life really shouldn't be that bad. If I think about it logically, I should be pretty content right now. I'm at my house, in my own bed, and I don't have to go to any classes tomorrow. Yet I'm finding myself unable to sleep and not in a particularly good mood. The depression that seems to come with the night is getting kind of old. I think I worry too much about the future and the past. I also worry a lot about others.

A student died from Meningitis recently. That's really scary, especially since I never got the vaccine. I don't believe that I'll get Meningitis, but I guess it's better to be safe then dead. It really sucks when people die. I think I'll stay alive as long as I can just so that other people in my family don't have to go to my funeral. Because funerals suck too. I don't know if I want one. Besides the fact that people who care about the dead person are all sad, people that don't care about the dead person don't really want to be there. I don't want anyone who doesn't care about me to be at my funeral. I'm sure there probably is going to be some 4 year old kid there who may have met me once in his life, but doesn't really care about me at all. He would rather be at home playing his Playstation 15 and I would rather him do that.

It was my 19th birthday this past weekend. I had a whole bunch written about the craziness that was Thursday through Sunday, but apparently my computer decided that it's better off not being posted. I really hate when my computer messes up. My distaste for dealing with computer problems is also making me second guess the major I have chosen for my education. Actually, I think I'll enjoy Computer Science once I get all these initial crappy classes out of the way and can really focus on it.

I really don't know the purpose these Posts serve. I didn't even really feel like writing this one. I just did it because it seemed like the thing to do.

*Note to self: Use the word "really" less often.

Countdowns:
Last day of class: 2 days
Last day of exams: 10 days
Christmas: 21 days
New Years: 28 days
Trip to Vegas: 728 days

Season 19

Well, I actually had stuff written here, but now it's not. That sucks.