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   This is going to be my page strictly devoted to my weird little philosophies on life, and everything that might be wrong (or right) with it. These are only my opinions and I reserve the right to them. If you agree with them cool. If not, keep it to yourself.



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   I've been looking for a place that I can express my screwed up view points without having to deal with constant flack from people who don't agree with me. So, I chose my page. Mainly because noone but me can change anything here. It seemed fitting that I use something about me, for me. Don't ya think? I thought so too.

   Some people just don't understand the basic need for everyone to have a safe place to expound sometimes, I do. That's why I like to have a place that I can write (or in this case, type) what I want to have preserved for a very long time. It's just that simple. I write, you read. I like the trade off, it's very fair.

   So, here we go. My opinions.



   Remember back to late March of '98 when Andrew Golden and Mitchell Johnson shot and killed 4 students and a teacher? You wanna know what I just don't understand? I just can't understand why those little devils in Arkansas can't be put to death for their crimes. It just doesn't make sense.
   If those kids were just another year or two older, they'd be tried as adults and sentenced as adults. If they were going to be tried as adults and sentenced as adults... then they would both be found guilty of four counts of first degree murder and sentenced to either die or life in prison.
   But life in prison wouldn't do shit. They'd probably be up for parole on their 21st birthdays and possibly be let out early for good behavior. I think that they should be locked away behind a brick wall and forgotten.
   Jackie Golden, Andrews grandmother, Has recieved many an anonymous call, the most vivid and pointed one so far has been:

"I hope your kid goes to jail, gets raped and dies."
Think about that.

   It's really kind of unfair to present only one side of the story, so I'll give you the other side too. It might sound a little sarcastic.
   Mitchell Johnson, 13, has always been an overdramatic kid and shouldn't have been allowed into a public school in the first place. He has carried weapons to school, threatened to kill kids with them, and on one occaison, attempted to kill himself. He should have been in a state hospital.
   Andrew Golden, 11, was just a sweet little kid who always had very good manners and a smile on his face. He was really good at following directions, a little too good.
   Anyways, the two of them stole a bunch of their grandfathers' guns and ammo, and drove to school in a stolen van. When they got to school, they parked the van in a secluded part of the road and perched themselves at the corner of the football field (where they would have the best shot). Another accomplice pulled the fire alarm around the time that fifth period would be in session. Also knowing that his intended targets were in that fifth hour class, AND that they'd be the first ones out of the front door, making them easy targets.

Now I don't know what you all think about this, but I know that if I EVER see those kids in public I will kill them on the spot.
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   A couple days ago, my brother brought up an interesting point: "I wish I were a cartoon. Then I could just keep on dying and coming back." And I thought, what if...?
   What if there was a race of cartoons that were saying: "I wish I was a human. Then I could just die and stay that way. I wouldn't have to keep coming back."
Just an interesting thought.
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   On a more serious note, HAVE ANY OF YOU GONE OUT AND SEEN A SUNRISE OR SUNSET LATELY? If not, go out today and see it. It's really something special and if you have someone that you can go for a walk with bring them along and don't forget a blanket to sit on and a jacket. Life is just too precious for people to not go see a sunrise or sunset. Watching a sunrise/sunset is so relaxing, it will take your mind of whatever might be wrong at that particular moment.
   If anybody wants someone to see a sunset with, I'm usually always available. Email me, we might be able to arrange something.
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  Recently at work, one of my co-workers has brought up this weird theory that I have a "rage complex." That is: I'm building up all this rage and storing it deep inside my emotional state of well- being. I am constantly (but politely) deniying him the gratification of even attempting to prove his theory.
   I know that I have a small "rage complex" but nothing that I can't control. He keeps insisting that I will haul off and hit him one of these times for some of the smart-@ss comments he makes at me.
   Now, my question to you all is:
If he taunts me to the point of hitting him, does it count as proving his theory of my "rage complex?" -OR- Am I justified, because he keeps suggesting that I'm gonna do it?
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   Ok, everyone! I have a really cool b'day if you're a pothead. (4/20) Now, I'm wondering. Am I just screwy in the head for not wanting to go out and smoke a big ol' bowl of Maui Waui? I don't think so.
   I mean sure I've tried it a few times, and it was fun, but I'm done. I don't need it and now I"m wondering why people expect me to smoke up on my b-day.
   Oh well, Just the way society is I guess.

   I REALLY hate being sick.And why is it that when ever I get sick, people at school always seem to feel the need to piss me off and get on my nerves about the stupidest things.
How is it that people seem to know how to piss you off only when you don't feel well?
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  I've always wondered why it is that when you're playing cards, the card you need is always within the last five in the pile.
   Go ahead, try it. Play a game of Rummy or Gin or any other game that requires drawing cards from a deck. I can almost promise that the card you will need when you lose is within five cards of the bottom.
   It's kind of a weird theory, I know. But I've played done enough experiments to know that it's almost a law... *L* Have fun!
    In case you interested in one of the games' outcomes, go HERE.

   I went out and got really sunburnt yesterday. It was more or less intentional, but that besides the point. Anyways, after I got back from being in the sun for 6 hours, I went into work. And EVERYBODY thought it was just the most fun to see how I would respond to different degrees of random touch on the sunburn.
   If it hadn't been for the fact that the boss was right behind me, I would've hauled off and hit every one that touched my sunburn. But instead I just sat there and took it, begrudgingly, but I still took it.
   Now that I'm here in school, I will hit anyone who intentionally tries to upset my sunburn more than it already is. THANK YOU FOR NOT TOUCHING THE SUNBURN!
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 Why do we let our friends screw themselves up? One of my best friends recently didn't get to walk the stage at graduation because this person got busted at school with a pipe. I knew that this person was getting a little too into it, but I didn't know that this person was that deep in trouble.
  So, I'm just wondering why it is that we stand by and watch our friends do this to themselves.

This was sent to me, I hope you understand it.

Class Ring


Close by the door he passed to stand,
as he took the class ring off her hand.
All who were watching didnt dare speak,
as a slient tear ran down his cheek.
All through his mind, memories ran,
of the times they laughed and walked,
hand in hand.
But now her eyes looked very cold,
he'd never have her again, never to hold.
All were silent as he bent down near,
to whisper "I love you" in her ear.
In touching her face, he started to cry,
he put on his "class ring" and wanted to die,
and just as the wind began to blow,
they lowered her casket into the snow.



 Recently, on my trip to South Carolina, I encountered some "Southern Supremists" You know what I"m talking about, those morons who think that the Civil War (or as they put it down there "War Between the States") is still being fought. They're the ones who make life difficult for anyone that doesn't talk in a thick southern drawl, and will get very aggressive at a moments notice.
   I think that these people need to be put out of my misery and also that people just need to wake up and realize that nobody really cares how stupid you are until you prove it.

  I was recently cancelled from an internet service provider for being on too much. Which would be totally understandable if we paid for a certain amount of hours per month. But no, we paid $20/ month for supposedly unlimited use (18-22 hours a day is pretty close to unlimited use isn't it? I thought so too).

 So now were using a provider that's much slower and much shittier that the other, and for some reason my parents like it more. GO FIGURE


 Well, last night I took my girlfriend to see the Phantom of the Opera. It was really awesome. And instead of my usual ranting I'm gonna rave. That play is worth any money to see, even if you get stuck in the back. Beware the chandelier....

 I recieved this in the mail, and it kinda put things in perspective for me... Read it and try not to want to be six again.
I Want to be Six Again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think it's the best place in the world to eat.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money 'cause you can eat them.
I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.
I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables, and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn't bother you because you didn't know what you didn't know, and you didn't care.
I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym, and field trips.
I want to be happy because I don't know what should make me upset.
I want to think the world is fair, and everyone in it is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible. Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, starving and abused kids, and unhappy marriages.
I want to be six again.
I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever because I don't know the concept of death.
I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life, and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something I use for escape from the things I should be doing.
I want to live knowing the little things I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.
I want to be six again.
I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.
I want to be naive enough to think that if I'm happy, so is everyone else.
I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet, and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I'm looking for.
I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist, and how to find the money to fix the car.
I want to wonder what I'll do when I grow up, not worry what I'll do if this doesn't work out.
I want that time back. I want to use it now as an escape. So that when my computer crashes, I have a mountain of paperwork, two depressed friends, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together. What I can possibly use for the snowman's mouth?
I want to be six again

-- author unknown


   OK, I just discovered a world-wide government conspiracy: frogs. Sounds strange doesn't it? Well, these are the facts:
  * Frogs have all day to sit around and watch people, and nobody thinks twice about them being there. Therefore they make the perfect spies.
  * They can get into the most hidden of places. Which makes them more efficient at what they can do. Think about it, they live high up in the trees, they live on the ground, and they can live in very aqueous environments.
  * They all report back to a higher force that coordinates all movement. (Hey, where do you think they go all winter?) The frogs are a separatist organization, bent on taking back the earth as their rightful home.
  But on the other hand we have our allies! Fish, snakes and birds. They three eat a lot of frogs. Therefore, we must all do our part to rid the world of frogs, and promote the growth of snakes, birds and fish.


       Well, here I am. 2:43:24 a.m. It's seems kinda silly that I should be sitting here so early, but I'm bored and sleeping is definetly boring. But I expect that my mom will come down stairs pretty soon and wonder what the hell I'm doing on the puter so early in the morning.
       I mean I s'pose I could go to bed, but I'm just not tired enough to go to bed.
       I got to thinking about what makes things appeal to different people. Why is it that I like ska, but not rap? And someone else like rap and not ska? What makes people buy Mountain Dew over Surge? (besides the obvious) It's kinda weird.
       Some people like to blame it on the upbringing. I think that's bull. Even the most isolated of people can learn to love being around other people.
       Think about that for awhile before you say you don't like something. You can't truly say you don't like it until you've tried it. Especially when it comes to foods... speaking of which, I'm gonna have some breakfast and go to bed. *L* G'morning to ya!



       Well, tonite is certainly a sad one in my books... Tonite was my last shift at the 128 cafe. It was kind of a moment to savor and reflect on, seeing as the place has only been open for 2 years and five months, and I've been there for 2 years and one month. The changes that had happened, all of the wonderful people that work there, the good memories, and of course all of the experience and know-how I got from working there.
       I would like to take this time to thank everyone at the 128 cafe, for all of their patience, time, effort, support and most importantly thier friendship. Thank you all.
       I now ask all of you this favor: if you're in St. Paul for any appreciable amount of time, stop in the 128 cafe and tell them that Andy sent you. It wont get you anything special, but it might get you a pleasant smile and a couple questions...
       With that I think I'll now close this thought with these words. May the spirit of good will and good food live long at the 128 cafe.

   Ahhhhhhhhh, I'm back for just enough time to write a new entry...
   Well, I'm here in Scottsdale, AZ and I'm loving it. The weather is absolutely gorgeous all day (and night long). Lately, during the day the temp peaks at about 90 and the sun is always out. At night my roommate and I sit out on our balcony in shorts and a T-shirt.
   I started school monday morning... and it's been a lot of fun so far. My teacher is a stand-up comic in his free time, which makes learning a lot easier.
   We get fed a HUGE lunch everyday at 2... literally an all-you-can-eat banquet. And the food is professionaly prepared by the students in the Catering section of class. I'm looking forward to being in that part of class, cause I like to cook for large groups.
   My neighbors are really cool, one of them cuts my hair for free. She's really cool. She works in a salon at the corner of McDowell and Scottsdale Rds. I think I'm probably gonna go and dye my hair some entirely outrageous color and then take a bunch of pictures. *S* I think that'd be really cool... I don't know what the school is gonna say, but I think it'd be really cool.
   Well, I think I'd better do what I came here to do, and get back to my homework. How boring.

       Well, I've done the outrageous. My first attempt I dyed my hair BLUE! Not just blue, but blue like a maglite. The second attempt It was really cool until I found out that my shampoo strips it out. Then I buzzed it down to a 1/4 inch. HAHAHAHAHA.
       I got some pix, but they're shitty, and I'm not sure I'm gonna post them. But anyways, it was cool.
       I'm home from two weeks of christmas break. It was nice to be home, and it made me realize just how much life here in AZ really does suck. It's really nice superficially, but all in all this place is boring and pointless.
Ahhhh..... finally a day that I can sit down here at the damn library and not be hassled by the people... I think I'm the only one here, but that's ok, just so long as they don't lock me in.
Anyways, school is pretty stressful right now.. especially having to deal with a 100-person catering project due in a little more than a week. Humph. I think I'm gonna do my usual BS work, but pep it up with some big words and fancy numbers. HAH!


New news! That Catering project was actually pretty simple. I got a perfect score, and a 94.5% in the class. I went into Ala Carte, got a 25/25 on the assignment in there and an A in the class. Now I'm in Academics (affectionately reffered to by us as "Slacademics") This is the last step before we start night classes.
Night classes means that there's only 18 weeks left of class and thn I'll be home in MN again. Ahhhhh.... You know, 18 weeks sounds like a really long time huh? It really isn't. I spend three weeks in each of these classes: Advanced Baking, Showpieces and Encores, Advanced Cuisine/purchasing, Wines and Spirits, Advanced Operations, and finally L'Ecole.
L'Ecole is the restaurant that the students run. The only thing that the teachers are there for is to do all the actual business (with the real world). The students do the serving, cooking, checks, service, bussing etc. So, in just a few short weeks, I'll be on my way home with a degree, loans to pay off, and a life to get on with. Laters!

Allright folks, here I am again to protest this whole school violence issue again. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL THESE PEOPLE?!I don't understand how it's possible for students to be able to get away with shit like this. And what makes me even more upset is that nobody knows where the appropriate place to put the blame.

Ultimately, in every one of these situations, the only groups at fault are the government, gun shows and the NRA. The plain and simple truth is that if it were harder for people to get guns in the first place, chances are really good that kids wouldn't be able to get a hold of them and shoot all their classmates. You may be asking yourself, why gun shows? Well, here are a couple things you may or may not know about gun shows:
1. You can buy guns (illegal or not), over the counter, with no backround checks (which are required by law to go with a waiting period, when you buy a gun from a store.).
2. You can't trace ID numbers through a lot of gun shows. You just never know if a gun you might be buying is stolen or illegal.
3. Guns, ammunition, and body armor is significantly cheaper at these shows than it is at stores.

Don't get me wrong, I'm a proud owner of a gun and a NRA trained shooter, but it's apparent that I must hold a higher respect for guns. But it's people who abuse their 2nd amendment right to bear arms, who make life difficult for everyone else. I do believe that everyone has the right to posses and (properly) use a firearm, however, I do not believe that people have the right to buy illegal, assault-type rifles and use them for hunting down and killing people.

I s'pose I ought to add one more responsible party to the list... that's the internet. Did you know that there are several sites devoted to telling (and/or selling) people information on how to build various types of explosives? Or how to modify guns so that they become automatic? Or how to beat the system when it comes to backround checks? It amazes me. It absolutely amazes me that there isn't someone that can regulate what kind of stuff goes onto the internet.

As usual, I feel the need to give the flipside of the story. Everyone, by constitutional law, has the right to say whatever they want, amass and use an arsenal of weapons, and then use the constitution in their defense. After all that's why it's there, right?

Here's a little bit of something for you to think about... One of the kids shot his friends prom date in the head, she later died. One of the kids was a Boy Scout, unfortunately he was a follower and followed the wrong leader. Both of the kids were in the same separatist, non-conformist high-school group of friends. They were infatuated with Hitler,the Nazi movement and long, black trenchcoats. But aside from three of those things, you know someone just like them, ME. I'm not a follower, I haven't shot any of my friends, and I hate Hitler, the Nazi movement and long black trenchcoats. BUT, I was and am still a Boy Scout, I still proudly associate with a separatist, non-conformist group of friends, and we don't do anything even remotely similiar.

I think that people just need to realize that there are people out there who are just really wrong in the head, and don't belong in society.

"...if all murderers looked like Charles Manson, it'd be a lot easier to lock them up early, but they don't..."
Newsweek May'99

It certainly has been awhile since I wrote something in here... I think I"ll add.

I've got my externship squared away with Derek's dad. I'm coming home for my summer break in a little over a week and I'm more than ready for it.

I haven't done anything outrageous like change my hair color, but I might, I still have a week. Unfortunately I have to limit it to natural colors so that the school doesn't freak out. *L* They passed a rule after I colored my hair that "...noone may color their hair a color other than natural shades of blond, brown, red or black. Bastards... Don't they know that if you take a lighter shade of black you can get any color other than white?



Well, here I am again possibly for the last time in AZ. My dad arrives in a week, he's going to eat dinner at school on the last night with some his and my friends. I'm gonna go out when chef says I'm done in the station and join them in my nice white chef coat and white apron (I guess I'd better go buy a white apron. All mine are stained.)
It's been a pretty fast year, but it's been a good one too.

    Ahhhhh.... it's so nice to be home, working, making money and in the presence of normal people again. Yes, so anyways, here it is Dec 9, '99 and I'm making some soup for my aunt, Reilly and Rachel are playing pool in the other room, and I think I'm gonna go absolutely drunk tonite. Why? Because I can and because I haven't been obliterated drunk since B-4 I left Arizona... in fact... the day before I left AZ. It's been a long time.
    I've been feeling like it's time to color my hair again. I don't know what color I want to do yet, but I know I'm gonna do it soon. Maybe red and green for the upcoming holidaze... but only if I can do all my hair green and then just do the very ends and streaks of red. That'd be pretty damn funny looking wouldn't it? *L* I think it would be too.

       So, I've decided to overhaul my homepage. It's something I've been wanting to do for a very long time, but just haven't had the time. Well, I stil don't have the time. I just put in a couple hours when I have them. So far I've been doing bits and pieces for the last 2 weeks. I'm almost done.
       Today's date is 6/26/00, and this page has been in service since about this time 4 years ago. Kind of interesting, isn't it? Originally this thing started out as just the "page1.html" and quickly spawned to page2 and page3... and from there I just didn't feel like stopping. Geocities just kept on handing me more and more space. I still haven't filled all 15 megs.
       Well, enjoy it while it lasts. Noone really knows when I might do something really drastic.


Here I am again, 11/3/00. Life has been very interesting the last few weeks and months. Since I last wrote, several major things have happened in my life: Reilly and I do not speak to each other anymore, in fact we aren't even trying to work out our problems. Good, the fucker needs to live his own life without interfering in mine and spreading rumors and false accusations that have no foundation to support, let alone evidence or reason to propagate. -looooong story.

I'm so tired of this city. I definetly consider myself burning out on living here. I'm tired of it all. There are exactly 4 reasons I'm still here.
1. I told my dad I would stay till the divorce is settled. (Reason #1 I want to get the fuck out of this state.-I'm so very, extremely tired of being the other parent. There's absolutely no reason why I should be in this position right now.)
2. I promised Steve I would help him get through highschool.
3. I love my job at Muffeletta's.
4. I can't afford to move.

seven more months




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