Disregard that last post.

Vince is a happy kid.

Normally I am happy, but moreso now.

Typically, I am in a half sullen mood because things dont go my way (ever), this has been extremely true lately. Well, lately prior to about...this week, to be precise yesterday.

(Storytime)

At Jessica/ Cristen's birthday party Mr. Sulecki brought his girlfriend Madison, and a tagalong, Sydney. I talked to the two, made some acquaintences, dried off (long story) and life was normal.

After the party I got a myspace add from Sydney (go go gadget lamespace) which is also an understandable thing, afterall who doesn't add everyone they meet, right? Well, several weeks later she started posting bulletins about boy trouble. I made some sarcastic comments in message reply form and we got to talking.

Fast forward to about...saturdayish.

I think something just clicked, this talking created some character development, we both learned about eachother's "Hopelessly Romantic" states, less than stellar relationships, A shared hatred for snaggletoothed mooches.

We hung out on tuesday (I also bought Pokemon battle revolution...rockin'). Typical adventuring affair. Park, food...The Elevator system at the Hyatt. It took me nearly three floors to spit it out but I finally asked the girl out (go me) and I got a yes (also awesome). The rest of the day played out, sort of "movie-esque". We went to tuesday laser tag, Snagglepuss got all angry and read a book (surprisingly he can read). We left, went to Sydney's house and sat on her trampoline. It was pretty much perfect, like out of a chick flick. Sadly there were only a few stars and lots of clouds. Doesnt matter though.

Vince is a happy kid.

I am literally typing this entry from my couch/tv on my brand spankin new...DRUMROLL!

WII!

Lemme tell ya, typing on this thing is a bitch.

Surprisingly, that problem isn't not updating very often (which I don't do). My problem lies in a wonderland which I am going to dub, Femiland, 100 acres of beautiful, beautiful torture.

You see, I am stuck between a rock and a hard place, for lack of a better Idiom. I personally know full well the trials and tribulations of being "The Friend". It's a dangerous, dangerous area. For anyone else but me, my situation would be like heaven. I am under the constant attention of a mashing of girls, several "friends" and one creepy stalkerish one. But my Best Friend, a person who you are required to love like no other also happens to be the person I'm in love with. Being in the position of Best friend, I get to watch this girl canoodle her way through a sea of guys who arent myself, generally leaving myself depressed and in a genuinely dull mood.

Maybe I'm just burned out from this year, maybe things will get better this summer, but my maybes still include this girl and the more I talk about it and think about it the more it's shown to at least myself to be true. All of my other "friends" of the femenine variation all agree with me saying that we're the best together.

So in laymans terms, I dont know what to do.

I guess there's other girls, but we all know how that's worked out for me thusfar.

I promise I only write emo entries when I'm really down.

UGH, my day has rivaled sitcom bad.

I got in a fight with dylan, almost Un-friended with her. I rode my bike to downtown dearborn and bought her a Burrito and Roses. My bag breaks and I end up riding over the Burrito and flowers.
I then carry the crushed bag to ford field where I threw my bike over the fence to get in. My bike's wheel and frame bended. So I left my bike at ford field. A little arabic kid trips me and steals my nachos.*no joke* I keep walking to her house. An old lady rolls her window down and starts yelling cat calls at me in regards to the flowers. I get to her house, she's not home. So I leave the flowers and smashed box at her house and go to howard and sit on a swing and sulk.

It starts raining

So I trudge back to her house to make sure what I had left didnt get destroyed. Luckily her mom came home and she let me in. And then Dylan and I watched risky business. We ended up making up in the end.

If you can top that I'd really like to be informed about it.

(Edit)...Sometimes I get caught up in a mindset and dont think of the reprecussions.

I bought Pokemon Diamond this week. I picked Piplup, the water starter. It's an alltogether great game, I'm on victory road right now.

I am also running for Thespian Treasurer, so if you're a Thespian at DHS be sure to vote for me because I really want that position. Three cheers for ticket presales much before shows start and an extensive report for each season's earnings, including totals and transaction reports for assorted non-show events.

All in all, I think I need to keep using my livejournal more...Its much easier to vent on this.

Yeah, I got a one...I'm awesome.

I went to Chicago for Thanksgiving break, which totally ruins Chicago for me for our band trip, yet I don't really care because I had so much damn fun.

Our first night there we walked from the Train Station to our hotel (Hilton Chicago...Fancyyyy) and I counted 10 Homeless people and two prostitutes. I saw my first prostitute guys! We got to our hotel and I went to sleep.

The next morning (Thanksgiving) I woke up to a flipping MARCHING BAND outside my window. Turns out we were on Chicago's thanksgiving day parade route, so I got to see some really good marching bands...Lucky! After I was sufficently awake we went to the Field museum (Sue the Trex really isnt that big, about 20 feet tall if completely erect). After walking through the museum for 6 hours we spent the rest of the day looking for a place to have thanksgiving dinner. After about 6 miles of aimless wandering we finally stumbled upon a tiny Thai food resturant which was open. I had spicy chicken, it was good. After dinner we walked back to the hotel past a McDonalds. A Homeless man asked my dad for some money for food. My Dad one upped the guy and bought him a meal at the McDonalds. Fillet of fish, medium fry, and a Large coke. I really respect my dad for doing that, he definately made that guy's Thanksgiving.

The next day (Friday) we went shopping. We helped more homeless people. I bought the Zombie survival guide (which I finished reading all 300 some pages of on the train home, good book, buy it), and two hats. My dad and I als bought two World of warcraft trading card starter decks and played eachother while my sister and mom went into random panty stores. After shopping we saw the 25th annual Putnam County Spelling bee. Let me tell you, it is one of the best musicals out right now and deserves everyone to at least buy the soundtrack if not see it. The play included an audience participation aspect in which 4 audience members were chosen to be in the bee, and they were required to spell along with the actors. One lady got Jihad and asked to use it in a sentence which was and I quote, "Look out billy, duck behind that wall, I think I see a Jihad coming!" I died.

Overall a successful Break if I may say so myself, and I didnt get obese from turkey, which is a plus.

Oh, I almost forgot. I saw PENGUINS at the Shedd aquarium...That is all.

Facedown, floating.

Christ, if I had the slightest clue of how this happened I would have come to peace long ago. Of course, I’m not. Here I float, a denizen of the dead, ghoul of something that properly alliterates with ghoul. Yes, sir or Madame reader, I am undead. A ghost if you will, and I will not rest until my weary soul can properly recount why the bloated husk that is my body stays floating in a pool of water below my spectral ghost tail.

Are they called ghost tails? I don’t really know. Hell, I don’t even know why we get issued these wispy things anyway; they’re quite unruly and inconvenient. Yet, I digress, the matters of my spectral anatomy are matters better discussed at a later date, perhaps after I find why I’m dead in the first place. As a matter of fact, that’s a splendid idea, first detective work, then "apparition anatomy".
Now lets see…I seem to recall a dark and dreary night. What good would a story of things of the macabre nature be without a stereotypically and quite honestly, unoriginal setting. I believe I carried on my person a jacket, for it was cold, and a small radio to listen to that current night’s sporting event. For the life (or in this case death, a little phantasmal funniness if you will) of me I cant think of why I was listening to a sporting event. I was quite a sedentary human back on the plane of the living.

The acrid stench of rotting corn dogs and elephant ears fills my memory’s nostrils. It was quite the cornucopia of greasy smells. One could taste the cholesterol in the air simply by taking in the stench through one’s nostrils. Ah, it’s coming back to me! I was at a carnival. I have a deathly fear of clowns mind you, so I believe I was already on nerve upon my entrance into this hellish park. Their laughter sends lances of ice through my spine. I really don’t understand how your average man doesn’t go mad from any immediate contact to them.

The mentioning of the clowns is somewhat important. I know there’s significance somewhere in my mentioning of said demons, yet I really cannot fathom the reason at this moment. I do however remember the sharp and pointy embrace of a restraining device of the most sadistic design. I reckon I most likely met my fate in a quite pointy fashion. This contraption seemed to be engineered by the Satan-spawned clowns themselves. It was sadistic to the thousandth power; my stomach almost reels at the thought of its cruel designs. I say almost because, once again, I’m a ghost…my anatomy doesn’t allow for organs. Yes, all organs…even that one. However, I digress a second time, the anatomy lesson is for later. Anyway, the device seemed to be a carousel with the most hellish of mounts fastened to it. Felhounds, goblins, chariots of the four horsemen, quite spooky, even for a ghost like myself. And what's more it was suspended over shark-infested lake. Each of these sharks had lasers on each of their heads that seared flesh and slaughtered many in a very gruesome and redundant fashion.

There we go! My memory has returned. The clowns were quite important, like I said in the previous paragraph. (Ghosts can break the fourth wall, I mean the floating and such does defy the laws of physics, so in theory we should be allowed to shy away from adherence to such strict and unnecessary rules of literary structure.) The clowns had hypnotized me. Yes hypnosis, yes the most uncreative of uncreative methods of deus ex machina. Give me a break, I’m undead, my literary muscle only barely twitches at this point. Said hypnosis used the most lucid of tones. What most would speak in tongues after hearing caused me to glaze over and give in to my face-painted overlords. After all, the sound of Journey played in continuous loop can do crazy things to a man. Damn you Steve Perry and your girlish falsetto, damn you to hell!

After I sufficiently had things any way they wanted it and I stopped believing, the impish clowns shackled me and fastened me to the device described earlier in my retelling of this macabre event. I regained consciousness strapped between a Pokemon and Succubus carousel mount. Above me was a ceiling of spikes and below me was nothing but water, and laser sharks of course. The device began to turn in opposite directions. I finally have realized what fate shall befall me. I will be torn asunder in a sadistic clown-rack. I tried to struggle as the pain increased second by second. My bones began to disconnect. I finally fell unconscious after both my hands and feet were torn off of my body and my corpse fell into the shark-infested water where I was fried and mangled by the aforementioned denizens of the deep. And so there I lie.

Facedown, floating.

A synopsis of this week:

Today was our Halloween vocal concert (which was amazing) and totally drained me.
I sang "Monster mash" with the jazz band. According to others it went really well and what makes it better is that I learned the words to that song literally an hour before I went on because most of my attention has been focused on memorizing lines for "The Good Doctor" (I'm almost off book on the seduction and Defenseless creature, and I'm completely off book on the Sneeze and Surgery).

Yesterday we played a concert at the Ford Motor credit building. We sounded really shitty inside, so we mostly did the series through the building then played our west side story songs at the trike race outside. After that it was still sixth hour, so I went to the Choir room and hung out for the last hour because I was still excused.

Yesterday I also went to visit my more than amazing girlfriend, Dylan. We talked quite a bit and hung out at Howard. We actually ended up laying on that big, blue, metal storage box in the center of the park and discussed stuff. (content deleted upon request)

The day before that I bought Dylan a Dilly bar, which both of us (and JJ) were amused by.

And thats all she wrote
! Vince !

Homecoming was just as amazing as I thought it would be. Dylan didnt want to dance, so I talked to her, let her know that It really didn't bother me, and hung out for the rest of the night. I did end up teaching her a couple of swing dance moves and how to dip and such. She caught on surprisingly fast. She's actually a pretty good dancer despite what she may think. Alltogether it was an amazing night, she was beautiful, which is definately an understatement for how great she looked.

I also gave her a Diggerido after the dance, which I bought for her in stratford.

<----Tired, so I'm done writing.

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^^^^
Next wednesday, South park + World of warcraft, same episode, SEX!

Well, DC's homecoming and its more like one day considering how today is more or less over with, and I've been looking forward to it since Dylan and I planned this occasion near Spring break. (thats a long ass time for those not counting).

I typically dont convey most emotions through LJ, except for anger and frustration, because whats more fun than ranting over the internets? Yet I digress, tonight I feel the urge to profess a couple of things that havent really been placed out in public outside of inner circles and such. That Dylan girl, yeah, I'm pretty much in love with her. This as many may know, functions quite outside of usual Vince-ly mannerisms, or another word that fits better which I cant think of, because after all, I'm a "man-whore". (Which happens to be one of those things that just gets spread and such and its quite the character seeking missile if you dont neutralize it early on. The Man whorishness that is, not the whole love thing.) In my personal opinion she wins in just about every manner. She's smart, funny, talented, and quite attractive, not to mention I pretty much feel like she's always around for me during times where I feel the need to (Refers to the first sentence of this paragraph) Vent anger or frustration, or just need a hug. So, thanks for being an amazing Friend, Girlfriend, and person, and keep it up. Kudos and such

Thats pretty much it...Well, that wasn't so painful.

Ok, Myspace has not been working for me for the last hour and I'm ready to bust a cap.

Dylan's birthday is tomorrow, I need to do something amazing for her birthday, I just cant think of anything just astounding to do for her.

This weekend I bought clothes for homecoming. Instead of my shiny red cumberbund I bought a shiny black one and a shiny red shirt, its inverted! I also went to hot topic and got a red and gray striped shirt and a tshirt with a guitar playing samurai on it...Pretty nifty if you ask me.

I'm uber excited for my homecoming with Dylan, like to no end. She dyed her hair while she was in ohio, apparently with several mishaps. Her heels are also 4 inches which places her an inch taller than me...I'm not quite sure why four inches is necessary, but I'm not complaining, 1) she likes the shoes so theres nothing I can do there and 2) on the brighter side of things she is now at face level making some things slightly easier. And as a side note, tall girls can be pretty hot, It will just be kind of wierd for the first couple minutes, considering how I'm used to being much taller.

Marching practice went well today, we cleaned a LOT of shit up and I can finally get to the right spot in "I have a love" at the halfstep, only the saxaphones are always 10 yards left, and smiley is stupid and just follows them and then we are set off by 10 yards and the spacing gets fucked up and then we have to scramble to fix it in the next set which is near impossible and I hate the saxaphones and I'm stressed and as a result of my stress I have begun to create run on sentences to an almost obnoxious extreme.

The good doctor is fun so far, Nadine is my partner for A Defenseless creature...mr v seems to think its funny to have small people beat on larger people.

Well, thats all I've got.
Vincecrest out

Ok, so guard doesnt know their drill for I have a love. We had to run it like 50 jillion times for them. We got nothing done. I'm pissed. (I'm also really sorry about those retards glenna).

DC's homecoming is in one week and three days, I'm quite excited.

....Erg, I'm gonna be really tired really fast with all of the crap I'm doing this year. Maybe 4 academic classes wasnt the best idea.

This week in reader's digest condensed form!

1: I was cast in "The Good Doctor" Which is very exciting...there's a scene about a prostitute!
2: Far too many people are asking me to Homecoming
3: I dropped madison within two days on that whole Too many people are asking me thing
4: I may go with glenna, considering she's friends with Dylan and It would be more fun going with a friend (Two completely random girls for the last two years was no fun at all...and Kaitlyn Carpen can bite me)
5: I have been playing way too much pokemon as of late...its flipping addictive.
6: My actors for scenes are all off book or almost off book, I'm very proud of them, my scenes are gonna rock out loud.
7: I switched into Physics finally, its pretty fun. Rob and Bryan are in my class. Its like band 2.0
8: Is it wrong that I really like Foster's home for Imaginary friends and Camp Lazlo a lot?
9: Dylan is grounded partly because of me and I feel like crap as a result (and we cant do anything together which is also depressing)
10: I think I am buying some dress clothes for homecoming(s) today, I was thinking of getting a satin red Cumberbund or something shiny.

Thats about it

I'll Make you all fall down!

I have decided on a theme finally, I will need one girl to be my partner for this group. We're going as Team Rocket and I need a Jessie (I'll be James). We'll buy pokeballs, Pokemon plushies, make fans and flags and have all sorts of other random Team rocket-y props. Also, of course, it will be mandatory to memorize the team rocket Introduction motto.

I also want a Chimecho Plushie to float over my shoulder...Because Chimecho is awesome.

I'm sorry

If you plan on blowing someone off dont expect them to be happy about it.

A small updatey thingy.

I applied for a job at Anderson music today, I hope that comes through because it would be the greatest job in the history of work.

I got a haircut

I bought Taquitos

thats about it