Read all about it. Rumor has it that Homecoming is in the cafeteria, you didn't hear that from me.
That's about it for today.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
THIS IS SUMMER!
Intro: Plug for 300!!! The DVD comes out on the 31st of July, definitely expect a party at the Healy Residence to celebrate this monumental occation. The MDew will be a-flowin' and I expect this to be a clutch gathering.
Anyways! Hi, it's me, Josh Healy. Most of you have not heard very much from me this summer, and I can explain! All I do is work and sleep so I have energy for work. When I'm not engaging in these stimulating and fun activities, I'm playing Rome: Total War or World of Warcraft (i know, i succumbed to the evil yet again.) Every Tuesday and Thursday I enjoy a nice bout of tennis at the Southgate Lyons Park with the Miz and a great mix of merry folk.
Okay, since there was a massive break between my last two posts and the last post was on a different topic, let's review. Since June 17th, I've basically been working every day, and not doing a whole lot. I've been enjoying the fireworks season, I think I went to Trenton, Wyandotte and Taylor, then I also went to the Elizabeth Park ones last weekend with John.
I haven't taken any vacations or anything, I went to Irish Hills awhile back for two days for a little merriment. A few lagers were drank, a little swimming was done, and a lot of respect was lost. Sounds like a pretty typical Irish Hills run to me! I have to take a second here to thank Jillian for hosting this fantastic time and the folks who came for making it a decent time.
Random tennis interjection: Susie Zammit and I played mixed doubles in the GR alumni tournament and sucked. Well I sucked, she was sweet. Anyways, that was another thing that I did in the mean time and in between time.
Life has been pretty typical since I started my job. By the hand of fate I ended up with a full time job cooking breakfast for executives of the AAA Headquarters. The job is not too bad now that I am in the full swing of it, and pretty good at it to boot. Some customers are beyond ridiculous with their requests, but for the most part my job is enjoyable if not sometimes a bit complicated.
I will go off on a tangent here about black women, specifically the ones I work with: they are some of the best and worst customers a person could have. The bad part for me was that my predecessor was a late-20's black man who loved to flirt with them, so that was a negative for me. The good part is that they love a polite young white boy so it balances out. Let me tell you though, if you ever get a job cooking for the same people every day, get the black women on your side. Even though they might make you want to kill someone when they hold up a line of 10 people with their nagging about the crispness of their bacon, if you have them on your side you will be in a pretty good position for most of your time there. I split them about 50% on the first day and have since worked back into their good graces for the most part, but those first few days were rough. But like I said, they are also often the best customers you have. I get more ridiculous compliments for random shit for black women I cook good for than you could believe.
This week I did Senior pictures, I already have them and they actually didn't turn out too bad.
Okay, so there is the recap on my life between the 17th of June and the 25th of July, so I will now turn to the present and future.
Work will continue for me until I think the week before school, so I will be occupied with that every Monday-Friday for the rest of summer.
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Student Government had it's July meeting last Friday, and I have some updates for you. Student Government plans on making this school year unique and enjoyable, and we have actually started to take steps so our school isn't so fucking boring this year!
Homecoming:
Our theme this year is Casino Royale.
The confirmed location for HC is the GR gym, joy I know but the faculty and Junior moderator pretty much screwed our Juniors and finding a place became impossible.
Our t-shirt/hallway/board theme is Favorite European Country.
Hopefully we will be able to hold it outside
We plan on doing some ridiculous Conestoga Wagon thing, more details on that when I understand wtf is going on.
The Month of October:
We will be hallway decorating for the month of October, so plan on pigs running around with hay stacks all around Senior hall.
We plan on having a dance and a "Scary Movie Night", which is kind of fulfilling the function of TGIF for the month of October, hopefully it will be fun.
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Alright, that is all for now, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I liked writing it. Congrats to all of you blog subscribers, you get insider scoops on Student Government straight from your President himself, so good work reading my blog, and see you later!
-Josh
Anyways! Hi, it's me, Josh Healy. Most of you have not heard very much from me this summer, and I can explain! All I do is work and sleep so I have energy for work. When I'm not engaging in these stimulating and fun activities, I'm playing Rome: Total War or World of Warcraft (i know, i succumbed to the evil yet again.) Every Tuesday and Thursday I enjoy a nice bout of tennis at the Southgate Lyons Park with the Miz and a great mix of merry folk.
Okay, since there was a massive break between my last two posts and the last post was on a different topic, let's review. Since June 17th, I've basically been working every day, and not doing a whole lot. I've been enjoying the fireworks season, I think I went to Trenton, Wyandotte and Taylor, then I also went to the Elizabeth Park ones last weekend with John.
I haven't taken any vacations or anything, I went to Irish Hills awhile back for two days for a little merriment. A few lagers were drank, a little swimming was done, and a lot of respect was lost. Sounds like a pretty typical Irish Hills run to me! I have to take a second here to thank Jillian for hosting this fantastic time and the folks who came for making it a decent time.
Random tennis interjection: Susie Zammit and I played mixed doubles in the GR alumni tournament and sucked. Well I sucked, she was sweet. Anyways, that was another thing that I did in the mean time and in between time.
Life has been pretty typical since I started my job. By the hand of fate I ended up with a full time job cooking breakfast for executives of the AAA Headquarters. The job is not too bad now that I am in the full swing of it, and pretty good at it to boot. Some customers are beyond ridiculous with their requests, but for the most part my job is enjoyable if not sometimes a bit complicated.
I will go off on a tangent here about black women, specifically the ones I work with: they are some of the best and worst customers a person could have. The bad part for me was that my predecessor was a late-20's black man who loved to flirt with them, so that was a negative for me. The good part is that they love a polite young white boy so it balances out. Let me tell you though, if you ever get a job cooking for the same people every day, get the black women on your side. Even though they might make you want to kill someone when they hold up a line of 10 people with their nagging about the crispness of their bacon, if you have them on your side you will be in a pretty good position for most of your time there. I split them about 50% on the first day and have since worked back into their good graces for the most part, but those first few days were rough. But like I said, they are also often the best customers you have. I get more ridiculous compliments for random shit for black women I cook good for than you could believe.
This week I did Senior pictures, I already have them and they actually didn't turn out too bad.
Okay, so there is the recap on my life between the 17th of June and the 25th of July, so I will now turn to the present and future.
Work will continue for me until I think the week before school, so I will be occupied with that every Monday-Friday for the rest of summer.
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Student Government had it's July meeting last Friday, and I have some updates for you. Student Government plans on making this school year unique and enjoyable, and we have actually started to take steps so our school isn't so fucking boring this year!
Homecoming:
Our theme this year is Casino Royale.
The confirmed location for HC is the GR gym, joy I know but the faculty and Junior moderator pretty much screwed our Juniors and finding a place became impossible.
Our t-shirt/hallway/board theme is Favorite European Country.
- Seniors: Italy
- Juniors: The British Isles
- Sophomores: France
- and the Freshman got defaulted Spain
Hopefully we will be able to hold it outside
We plan on doing some ridiculous Conestoga Wagon thing, more details on that when I understand wtf is going on.
The Month of October:
We will be hallway decorating for the month of October, so plan on pigs running around with hay stacks all around Senior hall.
We plan on having a dance and a "Scary Movie Night", which is kind of fulfilling the function of TGIF for the month of October, hopefully it will be fun.
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Alright, that is all for now, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I liked writing it. Congrats to all of you blog subscribers, you get insider scoops on Student Government straight from your President himself, so good work reading my blog, and see you later!
-Josh
Friday, July 20, 2007
That lovely thing called I.
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This is my preface and disclaimer: If you don't like egregious use of the noun "I", "me", or hearing me blab on about myself and my feelings for the next several paragraphs of text, just scroll down to the bottom and I have a convenient summary for you. If you want to hear me rant and use your fangs to suck on every piece of succulent meat this blog post provides, continue on normally
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As my title implies, I have been doing a lot of reflection and I guess philosophizing and most of it has to do with me. Now as most of you know, I have been (technically) 100% single throughout my high school career, and until just recently it hasn't necessarily bothered me, but there was always that side-quest of kind of getting a real relationship or "finding" that little Holy Grail known as love. Well, I have been doing a whole lot of reflection and have come to several conclusions, which I will title "That lovely thing called I." This title is exceedingly ironic, lololol.
My first conclusion deals with the opposite gender, tea-- oh I mean females. After really thinking and really paying attention, I think that the fact that girls are ultimately teases has finally repulsed me past a certain point. As my friend John Travolta, or Vincent Vega once said, "I'm a race car in the red. And all I'm saying is that it's dangerous to have a race car in the red." Now I'm not saying I'm some sort of Ricky Bobby asshole, but the point is-- I hope-- received. Somewhere in the past two months I have gotten past really wanting a girlfriend, or really to hook up with girls at all. Now this is not to say I'm about to start hitting on dudes, or am gay. I have just been pushed to the point where the risk versus reward with the female chase is not worth it. I can have just as much fun anywhere being by myself or in a group of people, and when I picture both of these scenarios I no longer see a girl, I just see, well, me.
I would like to expound further on my feelings on females. You people are great, and I love you. But your gender has managed to in fact douse my romantic fire. Now I'm not going to go and call a Crusade, alls I'm saying is that the teaseyness ingrained into your system has just really butchered my feelings for you. The fact that I went through three years of just being like "Wtf?" about girls I like, and now having realized why, is sad to me. I won't claim to have you all figured out, but let's be honest here, you tease guys and you love it when they chase after you. For some of you I'm pretty fucking sure it's what drives you to wake up in the morning, but for others you likely do it innocently or inadvertently. For me, it's just no longer worth bothering to find out whether or not you are affectionate, whether you are mature enough to handle some of my habits, and whether you are the type of girl I am looking for. Not like it really mattered anyways, you were probably just out to tease me in the first place so you probably weren't planning on a relationship.
I will add a disclaimer onto this also: This does not mean I will refuse to go at a girl, but let's be honest here, if she's not throwing herself at me and personally stating it to me, I'm not going to bother noticing the shit you do any more. Like I said, if you'd like to reduce my risk and increase my reward, then you go right on ahead.
My next conclusion is that I think I am going to accept the title of bachelor and just roll with the punches, see where it gets me. Relationships are too arduous these days to really even make me want to deal with them. Unfortunately, I am not the kind of person who enjoys.. like.. doing things. If something gets fucked up in a relationship, my apathy takes over and I like to let the problem fix itself rather than fix it myself. This has already been demonstrated, and it ended up not working out. Well, if all my energy wasn't dedicated towards a single thing (school, work) then maybe I would feel up to the task. Honestly though, I won't get into my feelings about fighting in relationships (tomorrow is not promised to anybody, lol.) but people do love drama, and some of us who have bad luck with relationships in the first place really don't love it.
Okay, that's all for now. Thanks for tuning in folks, hate to make you wait so long for these but really, Grignon's is actually interesting, mine is just kind of discourses and shit. I feel like a professor or something, and that's not a compliment towards myself.
Adios.
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Paragraph 1: this is about me
Paragraph 2: Rawr girls suck
Paragraph 3: Rawr girls suck (pt. 2)
Paragraph 4: Lol, if you want it come and take it
Paragraph 5: Bachelor and loving it.
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This is my preface and disclaimer: If you don't like egregious use of the noun "I", "me", or hearing me blab on about myself and my feelings for the next several paragraphs of text, just scroll down to the bottom and I have a convenient summary for you. If you want to hear me rant and use your fangs to suck on every piece of succulent meat this blog post provides, continue on normally
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As my title implies, I have been doing a lot of reflection and I guess philosophizing and most of it has to do with me. Now as most of you know, I have been (technically) 100% single throughout my high school career, and until just recently it hasn't necessarily bothered me, but there was always that side-quest of kind of getting a real relationship or "finding" that little Holy Grail known as love. Well, I have been doing a whole lot of reflection and have come to several conclusions, which I will title "That lovely thing called I." This title is exceedingly ironic, lololol.
My first conclusion deals with the opposite gender, tea-- oh I mean females. After really thinking and really paying attention, I think that the fact that girls are ultimately teases has finally repulsed me past a certain point. As my friend John Travolta, or Vincent Vega once said, "I'm a race car in the red. And all I'm saying is that it's dangerous to have a race car in the red." Now I'm not saying I'm some sort of Ricky Bobby asshole, but the point is-- I hope-- received. Somewhere in the past two months I have gotten past really wanting a girlfriend, or really to hook up with girls at all. Now this is not to say I'm about to start hitting on dudes, or am gay. I have just been pushed to the point where the risk versus reward with the female chase is not worth it. I can have just as much fun anywhere being by myself or in a group of people, and when I picture both of these scenarios I no longer see a girl, I just see, well, me.
I would like to expound further on my feelings on females. You people are great, and I love you. But your gender has managed to in fact douse my romantic fire. Now I'm not going to go and call a Crusade, alls I'm saying is that the teaseyness ingrained into your system has just really butchered my feelings for you. The fact that I went through three years of just being like "Wtf?" about girls I like, and now having realized why, is sad to me. I won't claim to have you all figured out, but let's be honest here, you tease guys and you love it when they chase after you. For some of you I'm pretty fucking sure it's what drives you to wake up in the morning, but for others you likely do it innocently or inadvertently. For me, it's just no longer worth bothering to find out whether or not you are affectionate, whether you are mature enough to handle some of my habits, and whether you are the type of girl I am looking for. Not like it really mattered anyways, you were probably just out to tease me in the first place so you probably weren't planning on a relationship.
I will add a disclaimer onto this also: This does not mean I will refuse to go at a girl, but let's be honest here, if she's not throwing herself at me and personally stating it to me, I'm not going to bother noticing the shit you do any more. Like I said, if you'd like to reduce my risk and increase my reward, then you go right on ahead.
My next conclusion is that I think I am going to accept the title of bachelor and just roll with the punches, see where it gets me. Relationships are too arduous these days to really even make me want to deal with them. Unfortunately, I am not the kind of person who enjoys.. like.. doing things. If something gets fucked up in a relationship, my apathy takes over and I like to let the problem fix itself rather than fix it myself. This has already been demonstrated, and it ended up not working out. Well, if all my energy wasn't dedicated towards a single thing (school, work) then maybe I would feel up to the task. Honestly though, I won't get into my feelings about fighting in relationships (tomorrow is not promised to anybody, lol.) but people do love drama, and some of us who have bad luck with relationships in the first place really don't love it.
Okay, that's all for now. Thanks for tuning in folks, hate to make you wait so long for these but really, Grignon's is actually interesting, mine is just kind of discourses and shit. I feel like a professor or something, and that's not a compliment towards myself.
Adios.
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Paragraph 1: this is about me
Paragraph 2: Rawr girls suck
Paragraph 3: Rawr girls suck (pt. 2)
Paragraph 4: Lol, if you want it come and take it
Paragraph 5: Bachelor and loving it.
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Sunday, June 17, 2007
Insert title here. (that's what she said)
Okay so I promised June blogging and indeed, I will grant June blogging. My summer has thus yet been something of an unsuccess. I have squandered a person who really cares about me, have made no more than 1 red cent on a legitimate job, and have not done anything I promised myself I would for the next school year.
With that in mind, I plan on doing a little housecleaning, because God knows my life needs it. I think I will start caring again, because life is much easier that way. Tomorrow I start work. "Oh Josh, where are you working this summer?" (God knows people who read my info all the time will still ask me). I am working at the Triple A building in Dearborn. "But Josh, doesn't your mother manage a cafeteria there?" Lol, ding ding ding. Lalala yes I am working for my mom, kind of. More like working for a guy who is pretty much the equivalent on the corporate chain as her, but she will still nag me. Whatever. It's work, and at this point I can't pretend to care. As far as school goes, lol. I pulled a 3.3 career at the end of my Junior year. I'm screwed. This pretty much means scholarships will be hard to get, and I can kiss NHS goodbye. Well, some things just weren't meant to be. Oh well, I think I'll be okay. As soon as I get out of school, well, I've got a plan. We'll talk about that later, ha. Anyways, yeah.
So football starts tomorrow. Let me take this opportunity to formally wish the GR Pioneer football team of 2007-8 a very good season. I won't be a dick about it, I hope you guys kick ass. Football simply doesn't interest me very much any more, and tennis is something I enjoy endlessly. So, good luck men, and it's really a shame I can't be with you guys this season, but some things just aren't meant to be.
Hey, I liked it too. Adios!
-love, Josh.
With that in mind, I plan on doing a little housecleaning, because God knows my life needs it. I think I will start caring again, because life is much easier that way. Tomorrow I start work. "Oh Josh, where are you working this summer?" (God knows people who read my info all the time will still ask me). I am working at the Triple A building in Dearborn. "But Josh, doesn't your mother manage a cafeteria there?" Lol, ding ding ding. Lalala yes I am working for my mom, kind of. More like working for a guy who is pretty much the equivalent on the corporate chain as her, but she will still nag me. Whatever. It's work, and at this point I can't pretend to care. As far as school goes, lol. I pulled a 3.3 career at the end of my Junior year. I'm screwed. This pretty much means scholarships will be hard to get, and I can kiss NHS goodbye. Well, some things just weren't meant to be. Oh well, I think I'll be okay. As soon as I get out of school, well, I've got a plan. We'll talk about that later, ha. Anyways, yeah.
So football starts tomorrow. Let me take this opportunity to formally wish the GR Pioneer football team of 2007-8 a very good season. I won't be a dick about it, I hope you guys kick ass. Football simply doesn't interest me very much any more, and tennis is something I enjoy endlessly. So, good luck men, and it's really a shame I can't be with you guys this season, but some things just aren't meant to be.
Hey, I liked it too. Adios!
-love, Josh.
Sunday, June 3, 2007
O hay
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I didn't forget about this, I'll post an update in a few days or so when I have something interesting to say
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I didn't forget about this, I'll post an update in a few days or so when I have something interesting to say
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Tuesday, May 15, 2007
2007
Well, as my personal final hurrah to the seniors that I know, I will write you emo poetry because I am tired and sleeping means i have to acknowledge you're gone, and I really don't want to do that right now.
Hanging in the Night Sky
I see the moon hanging high in the night
It reminds me of failure, and delight.
This field of grass I lay in has been here
for me when I have needed it most dear.
Tonight, though, no comfort here can be found
For great trouble, of which I will expound
Has come to me and my partners in crime
And now I'm choked up, at least I can rhyme.
The leaves on the trees have fallen off, this
sad cycle of life has fucked up my bliss.
As I lay here it is hard to believe
The threshold of adolescence, achieved
By those I knew most close to me this year.
Now I feel it in the air, chilling fear
Pervading deep into my bones, but no
Warmth from my memory can be found, oh!
I can't believe the time has come so soon
That we say goodbye. But, all things must bloom
And so will we in time, next year. Never
fear, for we will be rejoined forever!
The leaves fade into the ground I lay on
And I, a simple seed, know it is my
time to grow into the lofty tree from
which I too was born, and so must return.
My leaves will fade in time, but just tonight
The faded leaves leave me with dread and fright.
The pale moon hangs high in the night sky. The
leaves of grass I lay among are indeed
The last vestiges of my memory
And the only constant I can now feel.
Soon I will rise high into the night sky,
But without my past friends, I am not sure
The sky would be much worth it, after all.
Emo, yes, and also thrown together just now. It's iambic, it's emo, it's sobby and gay but hey, I guess it's how I feel. Also I usually never rhyme my iambic so you know when I do it is pretty special to me.
Hanging in the Night Sky
I see the moon hanging high in the night
It reminds me of failure, and delight.
This field of grass I lay in has been here
for me when I have needed it most dear.
Tonight, though, no comfort here can be found
For great trouble, of which I will expound
Has come to me and my partners in crime
And now I'm choked up, at least I can rhyme.
The leaves on the trees have fallen off, this
sad cycle of life has fucked up my bliss.
As I lay here it is hard to believe
The threshold of adolescence, achieved
By those I knew most close to me this year.
Now I feel it in the air, chilling fear
Pervading deep into my bones, but no
Warmth from my memory can be found, oh!
I can't believe the time has come so soon
That we say goodbye. But, all things must bloom
And so will we in time, next year. Never
fear, for we will be rejoined forever!
The leaves fade into the ground I lay on
And I, a simple seed, know it is my
time to grow into the lofty tree from
which I too was born, and so must return.
My leaves will fade in time, but just tonight
The faded leaves leave me with dread and fright.
The pale moon hangs high in the night sky. The
leaves of grass I lay among are indeed
The last vestiges of my memory
And the only constant I can now feel.
Soon I will rise high into the night sky,
But without my past friends, I am not sure
The sky would be much worth it, after all.
Emo, yes, and also thrown together just now. It's iambic, it's emo, it's sobby and gay but hey, I guess it's how I feel. Also I usually never rhyme my iambic so you know when I do it is pretty special to me.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
You are looking for und new blog post, ja?
Well I suppose since my train wreck of a week has pretty much come to a halt I can sit down and blog! Boy, it sure is nice. Basically this week has been a lot of studying, a lot of running around, and a lot of pressure.
Last Sunday was the first time that I really acknowledged the AP Euro test as being so close and when it came down to it I really felt like I didn't know a damn thing about what was on it, that day was a bad one. Monday-Wednesday was more of the same, more studying and being horrified of the behemoth test that awaited me. Thursday after school I got a really amazing gift from a really thoughtful and caring girl, and it made the whole day. I'm pretty sure the gift is the reason I didn't just break down on Thursday and in hindsight it helped cool me off very much. You know who you are!
Friday was it, though. Friday was the day of my Junior year. Everything I had been working for in terms of school related stuff had either been wrapped up or was going to be wrapped up on that day, and to be quite honest it intimdated the hell out of me. But hey, it's over now so I can't complain. Anyways, Friday! (In bullet form!) I have added times in so you can get a picture of just how much time I had to have a breather that day.
Okay so it looks like I covered Saturday as well, which is good. It will be nice to be able to sit around and just hang out instead of being on a freaking rush all the time. Thank God for that.
All in all, everything turned out well. Prom with Emily was amazing. She is a great date, I might say my best ever! No drama, no creepyness, and lots of us creeping people out. Do you get a better date? I think not. Muahahahaha. And her garter is pink. PINK. Owned.
So long and goodnight, (so long and goodniiight)
love,
Josh.
Last Sunday was the first time that I really acknowledged the AP Euro test as being so close and when it came down to it I really felt like I didn't know a damn thing about what was on it, that day was a bad one. Monday-Wednesday was more of the same, more studying and being horrified of the behemoth test that awaited me. Thursday after school I got a really amazing gift from a really thoughtful and caring girl, and it made the whole day. I'm pretty sure the gift is the reason I didn't just break down on Thursday and in hindsight it helped cool me off very much. You know who you are!
Friday was it, though. Friday was the day of my Junior year. Everything I had been working for in terms of school related stuff had either been wrapped up or was going to be wrapped up on that day, and to be quite honest it intimdated the hell out of me. But hey, it's over now so I can't complain. Anyways, Friday! (In bullet form!) I have added times in so you can get a picture of just how much time I had to have a breather that day.
- I woke up and had a sweet steak and potatoes breakfast. (8:30)
- I went to play tennis, huge stress reliever (9:00)
- I got a haircut, per my mom's horrible judgement. (10:00)
- I ate Taco Bell for my pre-test lunch (11:00)
- I took 3 hour, 50 minute exam. I'll talk more about that in the third week of July. (started 12, ended 3:45)
- I got out of the exam at 3:45, and I was at Emily's house by 4:20. Not too bad, lolol. (4:20)
- Prom extravaganza! (Pictures, dinner, party bus, pre-prom toast, dance. AMAZING) (5:15-1:00)
- Then I went to Keri's for about an hour, then to Paolina's. (1:30-3:30)
- Got home at 3:45 AM, slept until about 6:45 AM
- Woke up and met the Tennis team at McDonald's at 7:15, played tennis at Allen Park from 9:00 AM to 2:30 PM
- (It was about this time that I realized my day never ended. Friday-Saturday is more of a joint day)
- Went home, took a shower, took my tux back. I almost died about 3 times on the way home because I was driving 90% asleep -_- (4:00)
- Napped for 2 hours when I got home, then went out to Mother's Day dinner at Carabba's (7:45)
- Went to Jeanette's house until about 12, lolz.
Okay so it looks like I covered Saturday as well, which is good. It will be nice to be able to sit around and just hang out instead of being on a freaking rush all the time. Thank God for that.
All in all, everything turned out well. Prom with Emily was amazing. She is a great date, I might say my best ever! No drama, no creepyness, and lots of us creeping people out. Do you get a better date? I think not. Muahahahaha. And her garter is pink. PINK. Owned.
So long and goodnight, (so long and goodniiight)
love,
Josh.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Well, 17 days later it seems time for a new post
Life is perfect, that's really all I have to say about me.
The Marine Corps 1st Batallion 24th Marines (1/24's, or "Terror from the North") recently returned from a 7-month tour in Iraq. In the process of helping rebuild the destroyed Anbar Province (part of the Sunni Triangle) they mostly helped the Iraqi citizens of Fallujah.
In the process, 22 sons of the Marine Corps gave their lives.
Brock Babb.
Joshua Hines.
Richard Buersetta.
Tyler Overstreet.
Thomas Gilbert.
Jonathan Thornsberry.
Troy Nealey.
Minhee Kim.
Bryan Burgess.
Jeremy Shock.
Brent Beeler.
Nichola Miller.
William Spencer.
Christopher Esckelson
Jacob Neal.
Luis Castillo.
Mark Kidd.
Matthew Pathenos.
Tarryl Hill.
Brent Witteveen.
Bufford Van Slyke.
Marcus Golczynski.
Sitting here having experienced 2 parties for my brother's coming home, it is very good but it is kind of a bittersweet feeling because 22 families and by relation hundreds of people won't be able to experience the joy of having someone so close to you return home.
I appreciate the well-wishes but never forget the sacrifice these people made for the betterment of the world itself. Pray for them and their families.
Thanks.
-Josh.
The Marine Corps 1st Batallion 24th Marines (1/24's, or "Terror from the North") recently returned from a 7-month tour in Iraq. In the process of helping rebuild the destroyed Anbar Province (part of the Sunni Triangle) they mostly helped the Iraqi citizens of Fallujah.
In the process, 22 sons of the Marine Corps gave their lives.
Brock Babb.
Joshua Hines.
Richard Buersetta.
Tyler Overstreet.
Thomas Gilbert.
Jonathan Thornsberry.
Troy Nealey.
Minhee Kim.
Bryan Burgess.
Jeremy Shock.
Brent Beeler.
Nichola Miller.
William Spencer.
Christopher Esckelson
Jacob Neal.
Luis Castillo.
Mark Kidd.
Matthew Pathenos.
Tarryl Hill.
Brent Witteveen.
Bufford Van Slyke.
Marcus Golczynski.
Sitting here having experienced 2 parties for my brother's coming home, it is very good but it is kind of a bittersweet feeling because 22 families and by relation hundreds of people won't be able to experience the joy of having someone so close to you return home.
I appreciate the well-wishes but never forget the sacrifice these people made for the betterment of the world itself. Pray for them and their families.
Thanks.
-Josh.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Update on the life and times of JAPLH.
Okay, so I know you all have been itching to read some new material from the life of Josh Healy, so you ravenous dogs should enjoy this juicy piece of fresh meat I'm feeding you.
Firstly, SPRING FINALLY BROKE TODAY! Okay, knock on wood, let's hope it stays as nice as it did today. I love this season.
Life has been treating me very well lately, as most of you know i'm kind of in a relationship now which is about the most refreshing thing I have experienced in a very long, long time. Someplace you can just release and be you and be enjoyed in a manner that is slightly more than friendship is nice. I hate to brag but yeah, I am constantly happy and for once I'm having trouble finding reasons to be angry/upset/tired of everything. Will and Ashley only enhance this amazing thing we have going and I have to give them props for being a fantastic couple to double up with, hahahaha.
I guess what i'm trying to say is Jeanette Schnierle is for the mother fucking win <3.
Anyways, there is plenty of Josh Healy to go around my friends, she just (lol, just.) gets the tender part. Muahaha. Speaking of plenty of me to go around, I F-WORDING LOVE MY FRIENDS.
Last night Angela, Allison, John and I had quite the little adventure around town and it was fsking awesome. We hunted ghosts (we in a very loose sense here, more like Angela and Allison), went to the Grind, and enjoyed the fine couches at the residence of John Glines. Can you say clutch? I love these three, they are amazing.
Marco returned today as well which was quite nice, yeah that's all I have to say because that's all I'm allowed to say. Lolz. Amanda also returned so I have someone to tell my life's story to every day! Woo woo. Spring Break ending is good at least for the fact that I have all of my friends back home safely (well, almost all. SB needs to come back from SB herself.)
Tomorrow is technically speaking the end of Spring Break for us, with a bash at the Ryder residence to top it all off, which is probably the most ideal way i could imagine to end one of the best Spring Breaks of my existance.
Also, PLAY TENNIS IF YOU ARE COOL. Tennis is so awesome, and the luster just keeps getting brighter. God, I love the courts. I can't wait to play tomorrow.
Well, that's all for now. I hope you hounds enjoyed this fine steak I just fed you, never fear, there will always be more to come.
love,
Josh.
PS: my brother comes home in 15 days.
Firstly, SPRING FINALLY BROKE TODAY! Okay, knock on wood, let's hope it stays as nice as it did today. I love this season.
Life has been treating me very well lately, as most of you know i'm kind of in a relationship now which is about the most refreshing thing I have experienced in a very long, long time. Someplace you can just release and be you and be enjoyed in a manner that is slightly more than friendship is nice. I hate to brag but yeah, I am constantly happy and for once I'm having trouble finding reasons to be angry/upset/tired of everything. Will and Ashley only enhance this amazing thing we have going and I have to give them props for being a fantastic couple to double up with, hahahaha.
I guess what i'm trying to say is Jeanette Schnierle is for the mother fucking win <3.
Anyways, there is plenty of Josh Healy to go around my friends, she just (lol, just.) gets the tender part. Muahaha. Speaking of plenty of me to go around, I F-WORDING LOVE MY FRIENDS.
Last night Angela, Allison, John and I had quite the little adventure around town and it was fsking awesome. We hunted ghosts (we in a very loose sense here, more like Angela and Allison), went to the Grind, and enjoyed the fine couches at the residence of John Glines. Can you say clutch? I love these three, they are amazing.
Marco returned today as well which was quite nice, yeah that's all I have to say because that's all I'm allowed to say. Lolz. Amanda also returned so I have someone to tell my life's story to every day! Woo woo. Spring Break ending is good at least for the fact that I have all of my friends back home safely (well, almost all. SB needs to come back from SB herself.)
Tomorrow is technically speaking the end of Spring Break for us, with a bash at the Ryder residence to top it all off, which is probably the most ideal way i could imagine to end one of the best Spring Breaks of my existance.
Also, PLAY TENNIS IF YOU ARE COOL. Tennis is so awesome, and the luster just keeps getting brighter. God, I love the courts. I can't wait to play tomorrow.
Well, that's all for now. I hope you hounds enjoyed this fine steak I just fed you, never fear, there will always be more to come.
love,
Josh.
PS: my brother comes home in 15 days.
Friday, April 6, 2007
Drama: down and dirty in 5 minutes.
Here, in my latest attempt to help others and myself grow the fuck up, i'll post my latest thought about drama.
These thoughts are significantly influenced by the book The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, I actually went ahead and just stole his metaphor.
Drama can be related easily to the myth of the Greek mortal named Sisyphus. Sisyphus decieved the gods and cheated death so he was banished to the darkest parts of the Greek underworld (Hades), doomed to roll a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down every time he got to the top.
I think this pretty well relates to drama because drama itself is completely absurd. I pose to you this question: Can you remember something "drama"-ish that happened in your life that has no bearing on your life today? If so, I think this means that either you need to grow the fuck up or you're a person that needs to stop dwelling on the past and seek professional psychiatric aide.
In any case, I find myself having kind of accepted this fate about drama. Trying to solve drama is like the myth of Sisyphus. It is entirely futile and teenagers do it throughout their existance. Yet the difference with me is that I simply don't give a shit any more. While I still may be rolling a rock up a hill, I'm well aware of the fact that no matter what I do, the rock is going to roll back to the bottom of the hill when I get close to achieving my goal. When you can simply sit back and say that no matter what you do, you simply can't beat drama, you've already won.
When you can simply realize that drama is uncureable and that you're going to fail anyways, you start to question if you're really failing or a cure is simply impossible. I think we all need to realize that people will always be dramatic, and no matter what we do we will always find ourselves rolling a rock up that hill. So what can we do to stop this from happening? Just accept that you will never be able to cure selfish, dramatic people and just move on with the better part of our existence, High School.
These thoughts are significantly influenced by the book The Myth of Sisyphus by Albert Camus, I actually went ahead and just stole his metaphor.
Drama can be related easily to the myth of the Greek mortal named Sisyphus. Sisyphus decieved the gods and cheated death so he was banished to the darkest parts of the Greek underworld (Hades), doomed to roll a rock up a hill only to have it roll back down every time he got to the top.
I think this pretty well relates to drama because drama itself is completely absurd. I pose to you this question: Can you remember something "drama"-ish that happened in your life that has no bearing on your life today? If so, I think this means that either you need to grow the fuck up or you're a person that needs to stop dwelling on the past and seek professional psychiatric aide.
In any case, I find myself having kind of accepted this fate about drama. Trying to solve drama is like the myth of Sisyphus. It is entirely futile and teenagers do it throughout their existance. Yet the difference with me is that I simply don't give a shit any more. While I still may be rolling a rock up a hill, I'm well aware of the fact that no matter what I do, the rock is going to roll back to the bottom of the hill when I get close to achieving my goal. When you can simply sit back and say that no matter what you do, you simply can't beat drama, you've already won.
When you can simply realize that drama is uncureable and that you're going to fail anyways, you start to question if you're really failing or a cure is simply impossible. I think we all need to realize that people will always be dramatic, and no matter what we do we will always find ourselves rolling a rock up that hill. So what can we do to stop this from happening? Just accept that you will never be able to cure selfish, dramatic people and just move on with the better part of our existence, High School.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Nur für die Augen von John
As requested by John:
"The Defeat of Hitler"
The defeat of Adolf Hitler in 1945 was a monumental undertaking by the free nations of the world, eventually culminating in an even more potentially catastrophic era in world history but immediately ending Hitler’s dream of a thousand year Third Reich. Dozens of nations were involved in this massive effort, however large their contributions. The three nations most directly involved in the defeat of Hitler were the
The
The American assistance to the defeat of Hitler cannot be overlooked or underemphasized. The first way the Americans aided the defeat of Hitler was through their technological advances. The scientist core that was mostly known for their work on the Manhattan Project also aided the war in
The
The defeat of Hitler was a massive accomplishment for the Allies. In terms of morale the war seemed hopeless. In terms of fighting skill the Germans seemed indomitable. In terms of the future of
F U, and your god of words.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Nazis, Tennis and Policemen, oh my!
Well, I know you've all been on the edge of your seats waiting for my newest blog post, but unfortunately for you i've been living life alot lately and not doing alot of computer sitting.
Nazis? Well, I've been to The Sound of Music 4 times and i'm going on a fifth in about 4 hours, woo! Many have asked, wtf Josh dosen't the musical get old? I respond how could I think about missing Paolina be creepy, Jeanette be graceful, and John be an asshole? I simply couldn't. It also dosen't help my cause considering John is the only person that I hang out with so i'm kind of left optionless. Oh well. At least the play isn't a bomb and I can still enjoy it every time. Having attention to detail helps too, I can still pick out the little flaws and improvements so enjoyment is to be had every time for me at least.
Tennis? God yes, the game of Olympians, the game of Romans, the game of X race that was once dominant in the world. Really, if you don't play tennis already you should start now. The game is just... I don't know. There's something about it that makes hitting a ball and running around fun again. I'm not sure what it is, but having played tennis 3 weeks straight every day for 2-4 hours a day, it hasn't got old even once. It also means me staying active for a very long time so that's another positive. Let's just say when November of 2007 rolls around i'm not exactly going to be tossing a football around. In any case, you've heard my suggestion and I hope many heed it because this summer is going to be a tennis extravaganza.
Policemen? That's right, I finally got pulled over! Not only did I finally get pulled over, but I finally got pulled over for my shitty ass vehicle. The Lincoln, as you most all know, is not only a POS car but indeed a death trap in itself. So now for the story... I'm driving home from the cast dinner (lol Sound of Music) and I'm sitting on Pennsylvania when I notice a cop is behind me. I kind of shrug it off and figure that he's just behind me, until he follows me around the turn around and like a mile down the road back home, when he finally turns his lights on and suddenly I'm pulled over for the first time. He comes up to the car, and you know, asks to see liscense/registration so I get it out. He asks where I'm coming from and then informs me that they had reason to believe I was drinking because I was "having a little trouble staying in [my] lane". The funny part was when he goes "You know it might be because of your car, too." I just smiled, collected my information and drove home. Although I do agree with him.
I figured that getting pulled over for my first time would be alot more scary than that, but the lesson here is don't do anything illegal and you'll be just fine. Unless of course you drive a crappy car.
Now, how about Josh Healy i'm sure you're wondering? Well, I'm fantastic. I'm feeling the best I have in months and I'm feeling better all the time. As my friends from I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody's Business would say, "It's a feeling spring has brought." (shameless band plug)
God, I love this season.
Nazis? Well, I've been to The Sound of Music 4 times and i'm going on a fifth in about 4 hours, woo! Many have asked, wtf Josh dosen't the musical get old? I respond how could I think about missing Paolina be creepy, Jeanette be graceful, and John be an asshole? I simply couldn't. It also dosen't help my cause considering John is the only person that I hang out with so i'm kind of left optionless. Oh well. At least the play isn't a bomb and I can still enjoy it every time. Having attention to detail helps too, I can still pick out the little flaws and improvements so enjoyment is to be had every time for me at least.
Tennis? God yes, the game of Olympians, the game of Romans, the game of X race that was once dominant in the world. Really, if you don't play tennis already you should start now. The game is just... I don't know. There's something about it that makes hitting a ball and running around fun again. I'm not sure what it is, but having played tennis 3 weeks straight every day for 2-4 hours a day, it hasn't got old even once. It also means me staying active for a very long time so that's another positive. Let's just say when November of 2007 rolls around i'm not exactly going to be tossing a football around. In any case, you've heard my suggestion and I hope many heed it because this summer is going to be a tennis extravaganza.
Policemen? That's right, I finally got pulled over! Not only did I finally get pulled over, but I finally got pulled over for my shitty ass vehicle. The Lincoln, as you most all know, is not only a POS car but indeed a death trap in itself. So now for the story... I'm driving home from the cast dinner (lol Sound of Music) and I'm sitting on Pennsylvania when I notice a cop is behind me. I kind of shrug it off and figure that he's just behind me, until he follows me around the turn around and like a mile down the road back home, when he finally turns his lights on and suddenly I'm pulled over for the first time. He comes up to the car, and you know, asks to see liscense/registration so I get it out. He asks where I'm coming from and then informs me that they had reason to believe I was drinking because I was "having a little trouble staying in [my] lane". The funny part was when he goes "You know it might be because of your car, too." I just smiled, collected my information and drove home. Although I do agree with him.
I figured that getting pulled over for my first time would be alot more scary than that, but the lesson here is don't do anything illegal and you'll be just fine. Unless of course you drive a crappy car.
Now, how about Josh Healy i'm sure you're wondering? Well, I'm fantastic. I'm feeling the best I have in months and I'm feeling better all the time. As my friends from I Can Make a Mess Like Nobody's Business would say, "It's a feeling spring has brought." (shameless band plug)
God, I love this season.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Q: Why do kids at GR specifically seem to be dramallamas?
(for the record, the point was brought up that considering GR is our only high school experience our points are not very special, but we'd like to point out that it's a rich white kid thing. What do you know, GR is full of those.)
Sexual Healy 08: considering we have nothing else going on
Sexual Healy 08: nothing to really keep us in check/sober us
Sexual Healy 08: i think maybe that's the answer?
Phat Italiano247: it is
Phat Italiano247: indeed the answer
Sexual Healy 08: we just don't realize that we're not the center of the universe and that people die and in the end all the shit dosen't really matter
Sexual Healy 08: it's just how you treat people.
Phat Italiano247: our lives are so serious with g/f's, b/f's and clothes untill one of our peers is t-boned because they ran a red light drunk
I bolded the most important point. Marco and I grappled with the topic question a bit tonight and this was the conclusion that we came to. We're not pretending to be innocent to the GR drama portion at all, nor are we particularly fond of the fact that not only does it exist, but we're an active part of it. In any case, i'll save you the entire discourse because it's chalk full of us lobbing insults and invalidating each other so rest assured that the included portion is all that matters.
I hope that our random stumbling grants you some sort of enlightenment as it has for us.
Sexual Healy 08: considering we have nothing else going on
Sexual Healy 08: nothing to really keep us in check/sober us
Sexual Healy 08: i think maybe that's the answer?
Phat Italiano247: it is
Phat Italiano247: indeed the answer
Sexual Healy 08: we just don't realize that we're not the center of the universe and that people die and in the end all the shit dosen't really matter
Sexual Healy 08: it's just how you treat people.
Phat Italiano247: our lives are so serious with g/f's, b/f's and clothes untill one of our peers is t-boned because they ran a red light drunk
I bolded the most important point. Marco and I grappled with the topic question a bit tonight and this was the conclusion that we came to. We're not pretending to be innocent to the GR drama portion at all, nor are we particularly fond of the fact that not only does it exist, but we're an active part of it. In any case, i'll save you the entire discourse because it's chalk full of us lobbing insults and invalidating each other so rest assured that the included portion is all that matters.
I hope that our random stumbling grants you some sort of enlightenment as it has for us.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Megan requested an emo post, so...
An emo haiku or two is in order!
Careful, Blogs are not:
emo, sad, or too whiney.
Mostly politics.
/crai
/wrists
/emo
edit: Special emo haiku for Marco!
Prom is a black hole
That day will suck real bad, yeah
Lol, AP Euro.
Careful, Blogs are not:
emo, sad, or too whiney.
Mostly politics.
/crai
/wrists
/emo
edit: Special emo haiku for Marco!
Prom is a black hole
That day will suck real bad, yeah
Lol, AP Euro.
A first time for everything...
Yes, hello.
I'll preface this by telling noobs how to make one of these: go to http://www.gmail.com/ and follow whatever instructions they tell you to get a passcode or whatevs (it's like a 6 digit number) and then create a gmail account, because that transfers over to this site.
Welcome to the Esteemed Blog of me! Blogs sort of do for political kids what myspace does for emo kids or what livejournal does for fat goth girls. As usual expect nothing but the best from a blog created by me, because clearly I'm the best at everything, including the 5 internetz. Therefore, I will end this post on that note, becuase it's the best note the post could possibly have ended on!
P.S.: How 'bout that MME? lol, voting age.
I'll preface this by telling noobs how to make one of these: go to http://www.gmail.com/ and follow whatever instructions they tell you to get a passcode or whatevs (it's like a 6 digit number) and then create a gmail account, because that transfers over to this site.
Welcome to the Esteemed Blog of me! Blogs sort of do for political kids what myspace does for emo kids or what livejournal does for fat goth girls. As usual expect nothing but the best from a blog created by me, because clearly I'm the best at everything, including the 5 internetz. Therefore, I will end this post on that note, becuase it's the best note the post could possibly have ended on!
P.S.: How 'bout that MME? lol, voting age.
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