Book report is over with now. Don't know how I did. I usually zone out when I'm up there and just go on autopilot. Seemed all right, although I am a little disapointed that no one (except the required people) came to hear me. But I guess I'll get over that quickly.

LSU just beat Duke. Millions of people were just witnessed cussing out their t.v. screens. Good ol' J.J.

Tomorrow is the last day of school before Spring Break. This is a time when we get (what's it called again? oh yeah) free time. And a little thing I like to call sleeping in.

Who votes for me changing my profile picture? *Who can actually see my profile picture?

Basketball tourney tonight. Didn't play, only watched. Some good teams, crazy guys from Robichaud and Caleb's wicked awesome team. After the tourney I stayed at church until 9:15. Why? Cause I wanted all the fellowship I could get? NO! Cause my parents left me. My dad had a deacons meeting, my mom didn't know that. My mom thought my dad was taking me home, my dad thought my mom was taking me home. Crazy mixed up situation resulting in me sitting in the lobby until 9:15. To all you parents out there, don't forget that you have kids (if you do, that is). And if they can drive, it would be a whole lot easier to just get them a car and/or a cell phone. That usually solves everything.

Got to give a book report tomorrow. It's oral. I hate it. I either go just screw it up (too much ad libbing), or I screw it up and go too long (to much ad libbing and getting into it, i.e. Antietam, The Bottled Imp, each 15 minutes). Either way I'm gonna mess it up. But do please come watch. I'll need all the people laughing at me that I can get. It builds the confidence (which, if you remember, is currently down to a 3 cause I have no friends, which I have recently been reminded of tonight, I really need to get my email adress out there).

So in case you haven't noticed yet I have been the victim of a baseball in the face. The result has been a nice big colorful black eye. I must admit it scares even me. I can't sleep at night knowing that I will wake up to see my flesh rotting away from the outside. But it has its pros and cons. Pros: sympathy from the ladies (get it anyway I can), no baseball practice for a week, and cool reactions when people look at my face. Cons: will be far behind in baseball, the ladies will no longer look me in the eye, people run away from me. Oh well. Should be good for about one or two dates. At least until it goes away.

I know I have promised to blog about MACS, but that will have to wait. I want it to be good, and that requires time which I don't have right now. Maybe some Friday or Saturday night I'll post about it. BTW, Bethany got at least 30 medals.

Brandon Miller claims to be the 1000th visitor to ericsworld. If anyone disagrees, please speak now or forever hold your peace.

Just established myself with MSN messenger. If you or someone you know (has been diagnosed with mesothelioma call the law offices of James Sokolov at 800-588-2300) has MSN please send me your email or w/e it is you use on that thing. My buddy list currently sits at around 7, which sets my confidence level down to a 3. More friends, more confidence. Simple math. Thank-you. End of story. Good-bye.

MACS is Friday. Should be interesting. I'll have to make another post about it afterwards. Talk about the latest geek clothing styles, who was crushed with their one rating, and who rocked the sousaphone solos. We will probably be the only school there that has more than a baseball team. But I guess I'll have to wait and see. Hmmm...

Speaking of Inter-City dominance in sports. Irony can be so cruel. Yes, we lost to Cabrini in basketball. How? I don't know. I guess we just fell apart. Bad timing.

Peace out

I must start out by confronting an issue with a blog reader. This reader wants only the HP quotes and will do anything possible to get them. Even if it involves filling up my inbox with 24 hate letters. But let this be known: hate letters will not stop me! I will persist! I will not give in to the righteous wrath of death!

Recomended movie of the week: "The Other Side of Heaven"

"Mr. Weasley, it's Harry.. the fireplace has been blocked up. You won't be able to get through there."
"Bummer!" said Mr. Weasley's voice. "What on earth did they want to block the fireplace for?"
"They've got an electric fire," Harry explained.
"Really?" said Mr. Weasley's voice excitedly. "Eclectic, you say? With a plug? Gracious, I must see that... Let's think...ouch Ron!"
Ron's voice now joined the others'.
"What are we doing here? Has something gone wrong?"
"Oh no, Ron," came Fred's voice, very sarcastically. "No, this is exactly where we want to end up."
"Yeah, we're having the time of our lives here," said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall.

-Arthur, Fred, George, and Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter