Random Acts of Thinking

2002-07-22T00:20:00.000-07:00

Did a nerd weekend thing at my folks place in Arnold. Me an 6 other guys roleplayed for 15 hours, pplayed smash brothers, and broke a dock at a lake close by. We tipped it. Good times.

2002-07-09T15:37:00.000-07:00

Its a nice lazy summer day. It really is too hot to go out. I'm just staying in and being nerdy. An hours ago I was watching anime. Just 20 minutes ago I was making characters for a D&D game I was planning on running. Right now I'm looking at computer parts and writing in my blog. Then it hits me why I've been single for 18 years.

2002-06-16T21:41:00.000-07:00

The other day I had one of the strangest dreams. It started of with me in a ninja camp. We didn't have swords, but pistols instead. I also had a cloak that made me invisible – yeah, what a great way to start a dream…huh. Why was I there? I don't know, I just was there. I end up getting inside the building where I meet the bosses daughter. She's cute, she's asain, and we take a liking to each other right away (no, we didn't do any baby making). She hides me from her father, an old bald Asian guy with a long mustache, in a closet. My vision pans out to see a conversation between the two. My dreams often change perspectives all the time, much like a movie. Anyway, her father starts to blame her for lack of money in the family. I don't know why, since they seem to have a lot (the ninja's, the warehouse buildings, the various illegal arms, etc…). At this time there just happens to be a huge fighting contest were teams of 3 armed with whatever they want go at each other in fights to the death elimination rounds to win a hug sum of money. My vision then switches to a scene of a huge arena. I get a close up of one group of 3: on huge bald man with a bionic gun-arm and two of his smaller lackies, with large weapons. The next group I see is a group of hicks: one fat guy with a pitchfork, and two skinny guys, one with an old one-shot pistol. Yeah…I don't know why they are at the contest either. Then the daughter tells the father that she knows someone that can help get money by winning the contest (that's me!). So he says alright. So I'm off to fight a couple huge battles by myself. But if anime has taught me anything, its that I need a large sword to defeat my enemies. So me and the bosses daughter to out to have a sword made for me from the local blacksmith. We find him. He works in a 3 sided shack with the rook about to cave in and has enough metal to make a couple nails and a horseshoe…maybe. And the guy isn't all there either. He just makes nails for tourist who come in and want to see an "authentic" blacksmith. There were a couple there. That's where my dream ended. I was a little upset that I didn't get the sword, kill a bunch of people, and get the cute Asian girl in the end, but overall it was a great dream.

2002-06-16T01:45:00.000-07:00

I graduated high school. I'm scared. I want to go back to when I'll I had to worry about was how much money I had in my pocket, school, and girls not liking me. Of course...that's what I'm still worrying about.

...maybe things will turn out okay.

2002-05-27T00:58:00.000-07:00

Suicide often crosses my mind I'm so bored...

Ironically I have plenty of school work to do

2002-05-25T21:29:00.000-07:00

I got a virus on my computer today - the love letter virus. I really wasn't all that smart handling the situation. Someone I don't know that well gave me an supposed music file that was actually the vbs script for running the virus. Why I didn't bother to check it, or why I ran it, is beyond me. But anyway, basically it takes any and everying mpg file and jpg picture file and turns it into another copy of the virus itself. Its fairly harmless...but I had to delete some 1118 files from my computer that were infected. It wasn't fun. I had to cut plans short with people because of it (to whom of which, I am very sorry).

2002-05-12T21:47:00.000-07:00

There aren't any good lightsabers out there anymore. The new models for Episode II don't let you retract that blade all the way into the handle, so there is always a bit of the blade out. What is with that? What would happen if I was a really jedi and that was a real lightsaber? I would cute my leg up everytime I put the lightsaber back into my belt. I need to go hunting for a good old fasion Obi-wan lightsaber before this Thursday. The things that a jedi has to do...

2002-05-05T13:10:00.000-07:00

The play has sucked up most of my time for the last month. Sure, I could've blogged, but you wouldn't have heard much more than "went to play practice, went home, did homework, went to bed." We openned two days ago. If you didn' t know, I play a person (Flute) who gets stuck with the part of the women(Thisbe) in Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Its a pretty good play. Shakespeare knew what he was doing when he was making a comedy it seems.

I go all out drag except for the shoes; I have a wig, lipstick, blush, dress...the works. I think that I must really want to be a woman, because I've been in drag for two video projects, for homecoming, this play, in the time that I've been at highschool. Mom always wanted a little girl...

Starwars is out in 2 weeks and I'm unprepared. I need to go out and buy a lightsaber, a blue one. I might be getting a cloak made for me too! Yay....I'm going to be super nerdy. I'm too pumped for this one. I need to get reserved tickets still (that is, get one of my good friends with a credit card to do it for me).

2002-03-31T17:21:00.000-08:00

My computer died awhile ago. Got it running again, but I had to format everything. Wasn't the funnest experience.

My brother that it would be fun to add all the internet drivers on his computer while mine wasn't working, and then he would sit in my room (where the dsl connection is) and download stuff. He's average download takes 3 days to complete. No way was I going to let him stay in the whole time. My dad thought that was a good idea, and made my brother and I load drivers on three of his laptops, which takes forever since you need the modem and have to restart the computer some 3-4 times for the driver database to rebuild and crap like that. Why? So they can take their laptops. disconnect my computer, and then use it. AHHHH!!! I hate it all.

There's an internet cafe at the ice creamery in Castro Valley now. How strange. CV doesn't seem the type of place to go all hightech. The computers they have there are quite nice too: 1.7GHz with geforce 2s, about 15 of them. You can play for an hour for 4 bucks. And they have a lot of games there, including counter strike of course. I think they are going to host tournaments and stuff. Oh so nerdy.

2002-03-15T20:55:00.000-08:00

I’m so bored right now. My parents are out of town, so I’m not aloud to go out of CV. I’ve been just sitting around…eating. I’ve read a bit, doodled, and visited each book marked web page I have at least twice. And everyone I know is either out at a movie, out to the San Jose Improv performance, or just doing something else. I actually went onto a chat room today and talked to complete strangers. I should play video games or something, but I know I would just get bored of those quickly, as I’m not in the mood for any that I have.

In other news, besides that I’m bored right now, I’m going to be in my first play, A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I tried out for a minor role and got it, so I’m happy. I’m a little worried about how my homework is going to be with lots of practice after school. Why? I don’t know. I’m a senior in his last semester of high school that is planning to go to Las Positas. Why should I care? High school seems like a waste of time if you’re going to just go community college. I should have gotten my GED when I was a sophomore and learned to network or something. Though you’re only a teenager once, so you might as well do that with other teens at high school. I’ve taken night courses, and they’re just filled with old people that sit there…pretending to listen. It’s like high school without the talking and teen drama – so drab.

Now that’s real blogging. Look at that, it’s just saturated of teenage angst and blind spite. I really shouldn’t do this too often, not like too many people read this, or at least many that I know of. It really does get boring when people right about what they hate or like about their day. Sorry for that. But what else am I going to do? Start my homework early? I think not. I should go eat some more. Or play counter strike. But wait…even more teenage spite is on its way.

Miss Cassidy yelled at me the other day when I said that Miss Rothwell was a liar when she announced that since you signed the internet contract at the beginning the year you couldn’t take pictures of people on campus. Bah! She said that I was “assuming.” Which could be true. She could just have been misinformed, or just lazy and wanted to make rules up on the spot, or something like that. Anyway, either way I went down and got the Internet contract, which says that you can’t upload pics of other students on the Internet on the school computers. So if you do it from home, then its okay. I swear though, now that you can’t take pictures at this school the end of the year will be awful for all the girls that use 5 roles of film on the last day of school, probably 10 for the senior girls. Something tells me the admin might to easy on girls with cameras rather than guys if they bring.

Well, that’s enough bitching for today.

2002-03-07T15:53:00.000-08:00

I can't believe that they threw that am-I-jail-bait-or-not stuff on the news, I didn't think it was that big of a deal. Anyway, the guys that took the pics at our school didn't upload them to the site. It was the guy running the site was the one that found them and uploaded them. Still, he/she/they did take the pics put them up on the internet somewhere then, so they aren't that innocent. As of yet no one has really confessed of the crime, or no one too my knowledge.

2002-03-05T20:26:00.000-08:00

I got my first AD&D player's handbook last friday. I'm on my way to becoming the ultimate nerd...

2002-03-04T15:28:00.000-08:00

Doug sends me a link which he got from Gib, http://www.amijailbaitornot.com, which is a knock of am-I-hot-or-not.com, which pretty much just shows a bunch of cute girls in bras. Except, strewn in all of the near-naked teenage girls, are candid pictures of girls from CV, many of them from my physics class. And if you find one of the pics you can find its address along with all of the other candid pics of girls at CV, a little over a hundred of them. Here is the first pic: http://www.amijailbaitornot.com/hsdig/HighschoolDigital001.jpg, so just change the 001 to 002 to see the rest. Who knows...you might be in them. I was.

So doug and I are investigating this issue. Who's going around taking pictures of girls and posting them on the internet? Doug's guess is Jerry Lu, which so far is our main suspect. He's in my physics class, has a digital camera, and sits near the position from where many of the pics are taken. His favorite girls seems to be Jenny Disilvia.

If you have any more information to solve our case of the perverted-CVHS-student-with-a-camera, please contact either me or doug.

*Note: We really don't know who it is. If it isn't Jerry Lu, we are sorry for making people think so. I'm usually not much for slandering people's name...but come on...don't post pictures of girls butts/chest on the internet without their consent.

2002-02-14T18:37:00.000-08:00

I've really been mean and spiteful for the sake of humor as of late, and it isn't a good thing. I think it could be something in the water. Maybe because it is Valentines day, but I really don't feel all that moody for the fact that I don't have a valentine, 'cause pretty much 3/4 of the school doesn't, if not more. Or it could be something in the water...

Anyway, if I say something even romotely mean, pinch me.

Other stuff:
-Bush is a great band
-Day of Defeat, an online WWII, is one wicked online game. It is pretty bais though: you can only be German or American, and I've only seen the game on English and German servers. I think there should be some russian and japanese guys running around in the game. The only thing good about being a German is that you get to yell at the other players with preset German commands - "Noash Noash Noash!".
-Buster is a scruffy puppy

2002-01-27T21:55:00.000-08:00

Finals are over, so I figured I might as well write something in my blog. In all reality…nothing interesting has happened to me at all, and I’m just doing this to kill time and boredom, and for that fact that I haven’t done it in over a month.

This week was pretty good except for the following:
- I put the improv posters to be copied in the wrong box at the beginning of the week
- The copy shop in Castro Valley closes at 6:00, and I got there at 6:01
- I’m getting sick, and my voice goes at times
- Got someone really mad at me

I’ve started role-playing too. D&D - straightup-spicey-saucin’-D20-finger-lickin’-better-step-up-on-the-HD-nerdy. For those of you who don’t know what that is, its where you and a your friends make up characters (like warrior dwarves, elf clerics, and evil wizards) and make them fight and do stuff on “campaigns” - and its all done with paper, pencil, and dice. Basically, its make pretend for older kids – one’s who have failed to grow up. It’s mind-bending that half of the guys playing actually have girlfriends.

I’m a chaotic conjurer…and I summon beasts from other planes to do my evil bidding – currently level 4. So if you are looking to start some sheeit with me in D&D, you better bring your D20 and a prayer, ‘cause I’ll front on your medieval soul and stuff you with some magic missiles, beotch.

It’s aweful and has started to consume my life. Some people asked me to go see a movie this weekend and said to meet them at a certain location before going. I said I might…I was rolling an attack role at the time. Hours passed and I get a call…they’re wondering where I am and have been waiting. I blow them off and role-play more. I am an awful. I will never get a girlfriend

*Krista, I’m sorry. I just love D&D too much. I promise I'll go to the movies next time...assuming I'm not role-playing.

2002-01-13T00:28:00.000-08:00

If I were a AD&D character, these would be my stats:
Str: 7
Int: 11
Wis: 12
Dex: 11
Con: 6
Chr: 14

Find out what you are at here.

2002-01-06T22:50:00.000-08:00

I’m tired…I really am. I don’t want to go back. Winter Break wasn’t the respite I hoped it would have been. I felt no Christmas spirit. Some say its because I’m growing up…I don’t know…I hope not. Though winter break was filled with fun events…but doing projects, homework, and having my wisdom teeth pulled stunted my joys short.

I can smell finals.

I can also smell a dead skunk near the area, which isn’t going to help me sleep tonight. That’s a creature that I wouldn’t mind being wiped off the face of the planet…that and pop-up windows, certain violent Islamic radicals, and skanks (you know…those girls with the permed-once-too-many-times hair, black outlined makeup, dark pants that are one size too small, and talk funny and wiggle their heads when they’re mad).

Its crunch time now, for projects, assignments for Mr. Brewer, and finals. I cry myself to sleep wondering why.

2002-01-01T14:07:00.000-08:00

I at a hotdog last night...I was so good. I think it was the closest thing to real meat I had eaten in four days. I don't know how vegetarians do it. Though most of the hotdog ended up in the holes where my wisdom teeth once were, I was still grateful. I swear, I love meat.

2001-12-29T19:58:00.000-08:00

There is little difference between night and day anymore, they are one in the same in my room with the blinds drawn. Sleeping, along with how swollen I am, tends to vary throughout the day. Last night I fell asleep at 3…woke up at 5, took 3 Advil, read, went back to sleep…woke up at 7, read, went back to sleep, and finally woke up at 2.

I constantly bath myself with the soft glow of my monitor. So much on the internet…so many games…so many movies…so many people…so much. I feel so lonely though. I check my email every 30 minutes, even though I know there won’t be anything there.

There is a blood-stained bag on my window sill with 4 bloody teeth in them. I’ve have yet to decide their fate.

Boredom is close to over taking me. Homework though…it just sits in my backpack. I really should write an essay…do some math problems…but I use my swelling as an excuse not to do it…not do to anything. I guess that my boredom is brought on by me.

I can’t talk well.

I’m still on liquids. Today I tried to eat bread to no prevail.

Pudding is a good friend to me.

2001-12-27T23:07:00.000-08:00

"WHERE THE H*LL DID MY CHIN GO!" was the first thing I thought when I woke up. I couldn't speak or hear clearly, so I didn't guess right away that it was due to the drugs still flowing in my system. I was in my room. The last image I remember was of my Ortho-surgeon. I forget his name...Dr. Dom...Dr. Soom...all I know is that he looked like this.

I can feel my chin and lower lip now. I guess when they cut out my wisdom teeth they hit a nerve. It happens in rare cases. The bleeding has stop for the most part. But I’m hungry, let me tell you. I’m skinny enough as it is, and the lack of real food is going to hit me hard. I want…I want…KFC with a side of potato wedges…some Shark Fin Soup…BBQ chicken pizza with crazy bread on the side! Oh the Crazy Bread! But alas, I shall be seeing nothing but soup and milk shakes for the next few days. I think I’m going to cry.

2001-12-18T13:13:00.000-08:00

I can’t feel the right side of my mouth. I got 8 teeth drilled and filled just an hour ago. 7/8 of the cavities were natural – indentations in my teeth they filled in to prevent actual cavities from rot. One of them was my fault. That’ll teach me to floss...stupid bacteria.

Since the anesthesia hasn’t worn off yet, I can’t eat for two reasons: 1) I can’t taste with the right half of my tongue 2) I might mistake the right half of my tongue for a chicken nugget while eating, and not notice I was actually eating myself.

So hungry…

I have a C++ final in three hours…

2001-12-17T21:02:00.000-08:00

Name: Erik Choy
Student #: 405
Current Assignment: Literary Analysis Project
Day: 16

The clock reads 8:41…bad techno resonates from my brother’s room…and there’s a soft hum of my computer, the hard drive spinning around on its endless voyage. Clothes carpet my room, old cups with old questionable liquids lay about, text books used as tents of who-knows-what-under-them. There’s sweat on my brow, a wry smug on my face, and a working Literary Analysis Project, which can only be described as “C Average,” in my right hand.

I cry.

IT IS FINISHED!!! It isn’t good…but its finished. The thesis statement is garbled, the body barely stands erect, and the concluding paragraph is only 3 sentences long…but it works.

I cry.

Then I look back. Brian! My God! I left them back there…WITH COUNTERSTRIKE!!! He’s gone, far too gone now. I know he has the cliff-notes…but the cliff-notes for his book are probably shorter than the 5 pages required for our essay. Why did I think I could save him?

I cry.

My backpack I still full of homework still due tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow I leave school at 10:30 to get my teeth drilled…that night I have a C++ final at Chabot College…and then more homework. My work feels like it was for not, for I am not rewarded a respite. The glimmering thought of Christmas break quickly fads when I remember I’m getting my wisdom teeth pulled…the day after Christmas. The following week will have many days dedicated to working on the Beowulf video we’ve worked so little on in Brewers.

I cry.

2001-12-16T21:04:00.000-08:00

ThatCatBurglar: think i should get a furby?
TheChoyBoy: you have a kittie
TheChoyBoy: and they are scary
TheChoyBoy: if you want I'll dress up in pink fur and say weird things to you
ThatCatBurglar: hehehe
ThatCatBurglar: LOL
ThatCatBurglar: oh the pictures in my
ThatCatBurglar: head
ThatCatBurglar: wow
TheChoyBoy: kinky are they not?
ThatCatBurglar: lol yes Kinky

2001-12-13T22:05:00.000-08:00

TheChoyBoy: ksaljgfhsakjfhgdsfikjdsa
tab3833: oh yeah?
tab3833: me too
TheChoyBoy: sadlkhasdkfhafdsk?
tab3833: uh huh
tab3833: yes i did
TheChoyBoy: qweprioug!
TheChoyBoy: ...
tab3833: i know!!!

2001-12-12T21:07:00.000-08:00

…If the Borg on StarTrek had French accents…they really wouldn’t be all that intimidating.

2001-12-11T21:57:00.000-08:00

Name: Erik Choy
Student #: 405
Current Assignment: Literary Analysis Project
Day: 7

I have again deviated from the Literary Analysis project, but not by choice. I was in battle with a mean and wryly old man named Calculus. I must admit defeat, even with the help of Julie, Alexis, Todd, and Jo. I am a fool to have thought I could have bested the elder. Damn me again, I should have taken Statistics instead.

So tonight my project lay unfinished – only a 2 page rough draft…and a sorry excuse of a rough draft at that. My hope is that my Sunday is left open, for I see no way to purge my other assignments this week.

Last time I checked up on Brian he was home recovering from his defeat with Procrastination, and with new determination, was reading his Literary Analysis Book. Still, with him left unchecked, he might once again pine for another round Counter-Strike. Poor soul.

2001-12-09T16:45:00.000-08:00

Name: Erik Choy
Student #: 405
Current Assignment: Literary Analysis Project
Day: 4

…I woke up, head pounding, body hurt all over. My vision cleared. The in distant the sun was just coming up. My backpack lay 4 feet away…its content sprayed across the terrain. In my left hand lay a crumpled one page rough draft of my analysis project. Analysis project! Panic spread. Then I remembered...Procrastination. The beast attacked the night before. Damn me for a fool, I should have seen him coming. I looked at my watch…it was Dec 9th…only 10 more days until the final draft.

I sat up and treated my wounds. Nothing serious, but it would hurt for the next few days. I threw everything into my backpack and once again started my trek.

About 2 paragraphs later, I saw something in the distance. At first I didn’t think it was anything…but as I got closer, I noticed it was a body. My blood ran cold. I ran.

The body of Brian Phillips lay at my feet, blood everywhere. I knelt down and put my head to his chest. He was breathing! Alive…if barely. Next to him was his Literally Analysis book, “A Brave New World”. Inside was a bookmark – it was on page 56. My God!…he hadn’t even finished his book. I cold breeze made me tighten my cloak.

I fixed him up as well as I could, he had lost a lot of blood. Damn that beast Procrastination. Elder Brewer and I had warned him though. I don’t know if he’s going to make it.

2001-12-03T22:47:00.000-08:00

Name: Erik Choy
Student #: 405
Current Assignment: Literary Analysis Project
Day: 1

Literary Analysis Project…the name, if spoken aloud, evokes the cold laughter of the devil himself. I have heard many stories told by elders of the journey. It is a long and lonely one, a vast and endless land of white, 5-7 pages long, 12 font – double space. It is one that all of have to take. Though most of those that attempt this feat have made it out alive, if barely, some have been lost. There is a monster that lives within the Literary Analysis Project. Few that venture on this quest have been able to avoid him. I’ve seen the scares of comrades who have done battle with the creature. They call the fiend “Procrastination.” Damn that creature to hell.

As of now I stand at the edge, my eyes are tired from staring at the blank white Microsoft Word window. Armed with only a computer, Frank Herbert’s Dune, and a half-eaten bagel, I start my journey. “It’s only a rough draft.” I tell myself and laugh. “Yeah , and that’s due in two days….smooth sailing.” Still…I feel…so cold.

2001-11-26T19:12:00.000-08:00

I don't want to grow up. The closest thing to Never Never Land is Toys 'r Us...and they close at ten. I'm pissed.

2001-11-16T23:45:00.000-08:00

After "working" 4 hours at Matt Rosenbrocks house on a video for our British Literature class and getting a total of 1 minute of actually filming done...Alex Krasov, Matt, and I go off to cruise the Boulevard. We eat, drop off Alex, and then hit golfland...one the hot stops (sadly) of Castro Valley. We step out of my car...and see two things: 1) A truck load of kids - we're talkin' a 100+ , 2) guys with black leather jackets and slicked hair coming out of crappy cars. Turns out all of the kids were from First Baptist Church and the guys were dealing drugs at the table in front of the arcade. As disturbing as it is...just to see money being exchanged with teens for drugs and golfballs 15 feet from each other tickles me in an awful awful way.

2001-11-15T20:56:00.000-08:00

I've decided that doing a video project is not always the easy way out when having your choice of "creative" assignments. In Mr. Brewer's class we've taken on the task of producing a Beowulf video...of which we have spent three hours on so far to get about 3 minutes worth of video. I must say though...seeing Megan Shaw attack people dolled up in a bathrobe, curlers, and facial mask is priceless.

2001-10-25T21:53:00.000-07:00

I really hate this Literary Analysis Project. I've been to hell at back, searching through libraries and databases around the area. Then when I get to my car after I'm done in hell, I realize that I've left my keys behind....where?....IN HELL!!! NowI have to sit down this weekend to start and finish "Dune", which will take me a good 10+ hours.

2001-10-15T23:33:00.000-07:00

From aim conversation:

PirateEggie: both our computers are too messed up to have any more games tho'
PirateEggie: sorry
PirateEggie: no time either
PirateEggie: glah
TheChoyBoy: ::bottom lip quivers::
PirateEggie: nooo! don't cry! don't give me the puppy eyes!
TheChoyBoy: *in choked wispher* ...you're not the girl I thought you were
PirateEggie: i tried to tell you! i tried to make it work!
PirateEggie: *tears well up in her eyes*
PirateEggie: *turns away with a strangled sob*
TheChoyBoy: *tightens cloak...wind outside blowing harder*
PirateEggie: i loved you! i honestly did!
PirateEggie: how can i help who i am?!
TheChoyBoy: *pulls off scarf that eggie game to him and wraps it around her...backs away*
TheChoyBoy: *same voice*...I'm sorry...
TheChoyBoy: *walks away from eggies apartment steps in uptown new york...signals a cab. The two headlights of a taxi shine through the now pouring rain...everying given a sad, yellow, glow...he enters the cab...didnt even look back.*
PirateEggie: i made this! with my own two hands! sheepie died for this!
PirateEggie: *falls to her knees, wracked by sobs. she clutches the scarf to her body as if it is her only remaining connection to the real world*
TheChoyBoy: *eggies voice lost in the sound of rain and wind*
PirateEggie: erik...erik....erik...
TheChoyBoy: i'm saving that in my profile
PirateEggie: lol

2001-10-15T22:44:00.000-07:00

For those of you that don’t know, I watch anime. It’s a selective taste – either you like it or you want to rid its evil presence from the world. Anyway, I want to talk about a series that I just started watching, funniest thing in the world. The series, called Vandread, is entirely about a space war between men and women. In the first five minutes of the series it depicts woman as horrid beast, that once enslaved man to do her bidding. It should battle-stricken men in hospitals, eyes wide with terror, and nail scratch marks down their backs. What a funny first 5 minutes…good stuff.

2001-10-13T17:00:00.000-07:00

I know about 10 people that have seen the movie "Joy Ride"...all of them have been girls. Why? I was wondering for awhile, but then I found out that Paul Walker shows his butt in the movie. I'm guessing he's the new big thing among the ladies. Oh they'll say "No...I like scary movies...but yeah he is really really hot." The truth is, I find it kind of morbid plot line. So i guess the underlining reason for girls seeing the movie is Paul Walker's butt.

2001-10-12T21:07:00.000-07:00

I must say that I really like Mr. Fottrell. He's more of a magician or a kindergarten teacher than a highschool Physics teacher. He'll draw cute little pictures on the board with little cute kitties and mice...and then he'll bust out hardcore physics equations for us to mess with. BUT WE UNDERSTAND. Holy crap...we understand. And his little demonstrations are all too cool...like Magic! BUT THEY OBEY THE LAWS OF PHYSICS!!! Also, he's like a nerdy 10 years old. If you saw him at the Exploritorium, then you know what I'm talking about. He always wears fitting jeans/pants with a tucked-in collared t-shirt, sporting his huge green back-pack...filled with pens/pencils, graphing calculator, and a ton of physics text. Good man that Fotrell.