Life Lessons

In approximate order of importance:

1.) Don't fall in love.
2.) Don't break a bone at the most inconvient time possible i.e. you don't have a girlfriend to take care of you, soccer season is starting, a major dance is coming up and especially don't break the right one so you can't drive.
3.) Don't become Editor of the school newspaper with what would appear to be the weakest class of writers ever.
4.) Don't get distracted by blogging when you have to write an essay.

To be continued....

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"Hi, I'm Michael Jackson, ummm....."

Why is tunafish called tunafish? The fact that it is tuna denotes the fish classification. It gets a bit redunant to just repeat what your food is before to actually get to eat it.
We don't say porkmammal. or chickenbird.

What if this carries over to us humans? Name redundancy that is.
For example, you go to a party and your friend is introducing you, (if you followed the tunafish rule) it would be like, "Hi, I'm LaShondraBlack" or "Hi, I'm PingAsian" and people would just be like, "I know, don't have to state the obvious, Ping. And put down the tunafish, no sushi tonight."
I'm just for interspecial nomenclature equality.

Ry.

That's life.

It was 9 this morning when my mom woke me up by yelling at me.


It was 9.30 when she yelled at me to clean up my messes.


It was 9.35 when she yelled at me "I don't care about your feelings" and I need to learn "humility and honesty."

Now, how long is it before I snap? It won't be long, as long as, Mom is still angry, Dad still does whatever she wants, and Taryn is still annoying.

I'm sorry you're frustrated Natty, I wish I could do something. I love you.

Ry.

just wondering.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
How I wonder which is me.
Pretty confident I know for sure
But its cold, Burrrrr.

I am bitter.

Some people are stupid and annoying. Some people think they are the second coming of Oprah. Some people are fake and bland, find something better to do in your life.

Those people need to hurry and die, because they take up every aspect of my life.

~Ry

Family

So annoying.

End of story.

So I think it's summer

I haven't really been up to much this summer, but to make up for that I've thought of a lot of things I want to do in the future.
These are in no particular order...
Run with the bulls in Pamplona
Dive through a wrecked ship in the Pacific
Run a marathon or triathlon
Kiss someone under the Eiffel Tower
Drive a Ferrari through Italy
Cook something really super good and give it away
Score a goal with a bicycle-kick

To be continued...

And though I try.

Life; ain't it a bitch?

Yup...

An Assortment of Fun

Blue Ribbon
I was doing research the other day and found lovely Rio's information that we submitted for the "Blue Ribbon Award." Pretty boring stuff, but there were some highlights....

1.) 3 dollars less are spent for San Juan Unified School kids than kids in the rest of CA


2.) In 2002-2003 the teachers had worse average attendance than the students


3.) Apparently our API scores went up due to "Hollingsworth" and "Nutritious snacks"


4.) Throughout CASHEE and STAR testing the Asian subgroup were always the brightest always at least 3% and at most 16% better than their next closest competition, the Whites...

Interesting, huh? Check it out if you don't believe me http://www.ed.gov/programs/nclbbrs/2006/applications/ca28_rio_americano.pdf



Freshmen Girls Soccer
For those that don't know, I was their coach. Yes, they were a handful, but pretty fun. I got pictures from them at the end of the year party, a shirt and $30 to chipotle! "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like Ryan?" Mebbe not after all that Chipotle....


Newspaper
Is hell.

Natalie
Is great, yeah, she knows it.

Rob
Is sick; get better.


Ryan
Is out!!

Guess whos back, back again?

Hooray!!!

My girlfriend is coming back tonight, hooray. Oh how I missed her shining face, a radiant star among the doldrums that is Rio Americano. Of course being a shining star she was where she belonged, in the Big Apple (hopefully having a good time.) But Natalie has come back to be with her adoring lover, rejoice.

Ry-Ry

Send my Regards to Broadway

Ahh, the bless of finishing homework early, the sadness of having to wait for Natty to call.

Ryan T. Alverson, how are you?

I really don't have much to say, except a "mosquito-hawk thing" just flew across my leg and it was the most terrifying thing. ever. gross.

So, Natalie has to leave her Ry for a few days starting on Wednesday, which will be sad. I'm trying to ease the sadness of parting by bestowing love upon her nonstop. She deserves a break, I just don't want that to mean a break from seeing me..."Everything has to be about you, doesn't it Ryan?" She'll probably miss her cat more than me.

Auntie Peggy has been watching us of late, as my Parentals have gone to Hawaii. Good times. My sister has gotten increasingly annoying (especially in Mom's absence), but thats another story that no one will understand; or at least understand my predicament in it.

One more thing, I've decided I want to make a huge impact in someone's life. I don't care how or who, I just want to feel like I've done something really important to someone else. I want someone to think about people who've made a difference to them and think of me. Whether I give a bum 5 dollars or host giant parties, I just want to be a VIP to someone. If anyone has a position opening up that I can fill, let me know. I want someone to think of me highly (not as if they were on drugs).

I'll teach a quadripelegic to swim!

Ry

Hollywood needs better ideas....

I heard a preview for some show/movie today and it was something like this....

"How do you find a murderer, when you're the victim?"

Stupid question. Sherlock Holmes isn't needed for this, it's incredibly simple. Since you know you're going to be the victim do one or more of the following, 1.) Hire a team of ninjas to protect you from the shadows and/0r 2.) Carry a loaded Desert Eagle in your jacket pocket and/0r 3.) Create a clone and watch them get attacked, make note of attacker, and finally, 4.) Find a better plot line

I realize that most of these options kill the murderer, but then at least you'll know who it was and that was the predicament in the first place. Hopefully you don't have an itchy trigger finger and give a door ringing girlscout a one way ticket to the Daises. (haha double entrendre) These things are just too easy to figure out, I should be a TV show writer.

Case closed.

Ry

fRYed RYce Making a Rap Appearance Tonight!

I'm done with my homework, but I don't know what to do with myself!

I will compose a freestyle rap. Enjoy.

Yo. Yo. Mic check one, two, one, two...
Out here rapping got nothing to do.
Think I'll tell you about my ghetto
Cause I definitely don't live in a meadow
Got some gangstas in my hizzle
Guttmans on the side they're fo' rizzle
Jonathan wields a glock like a foo'
He says you better watch who youre talking to
Got sistah's pretty crazy about their classes
But only when not beating up asses
Oma is the brains of the whole operation
And they only eat hot dogs from "Hebrew Nation"

Perhaps you'd be more interested in school
My ryhmes are tasty but try not to drool
Rio Americano is the definition of 'thugged'
Once I even saw this kid get mugged...
by a seagull (not even kidding though)
Honors kids we do the craziest shit
And if you're in band, double legit
At this party with my RA 'ese's
Spent like 3 hours reading essays
We duke it out like rabid horses
For the chance at college courses
Everyone packs heat under their coats
And fights are started by shakespearian boasts
My weapon of choice: a number two pencil
Other kids have pens, sissors, or a stencil
A fight, which left a kid lame
Was started by a graphing calculator game
Everyone drinks on the school property
Water in a Nalgene is the way to do it properly
Our clothes denote gang relations
Cal clothes mean a gang of asians
However one thug stands out from the rest
This guy raised the bar on the gangsta test
Daniel Schwartz: National Champ of Speed Chess


By, fRYed RYce

Alien Babies and Alcatraz

I don’t really have a specific idea what I’m here to write about, there’s just been too much going on. Or lack thereof due to the one month grounding appointed by madre and padre.

I’ve done nothing but be sick. Which in and of itself was pretty exciting.

So, since last Tuesday I felt like I had a baby alien attempting to crawl out of my tummy, no biggie. Then from Thursday on I had the baby alien and a drill going into my brain and all my joints (neck included) felt like they had been tightened with burning barbed wire, and I was tired ( I can’t think of a imaginative way to say that). This goes on and each day I want to stay home, but mom says, “you can make it just one more day.” Finally Sunday rolls around and I’m just so tired/sick that I fall asleep 45 minutes after I’d been asleep for 13 hours. Mom flips out.

Going to the doctor is so lame, but to make matters worse we went to ‘urgent care’ and on a SUNDAY. At least take me out of school for it. Well, here I am and the Doctor is like, “You might have appendicitis, or blunt trauma/internal bleeding, or meningitis, but its probably the stomach flu.” Then Natty’s mom thinks I have meningitis. Cool.

All I’ve had to eat is mainly applesauce, but I like applesauce. It keeps my tummy from eating itself and keeps the alien baby happy too. Its also a good diet food, I’ve lost 4 pounds.

Okay, then I come to school today and I walk into Blenner and everyone is like “Lols, Ryan is here *gasp, did he use leet hax to get here.?” Apparently everyone thinks/thought I was dying, which I am. I just said its cancer not an alien baby in my tummy that’s doing it. Tomorrow we shall see if everyone is as disappointed/exuberant that I’m still alive as they were today when I showed up today.

One more thing, can someone give me something to do for the next month? like a project I can work on to pass the time of imprisonment? I was thinking of taming some wild birds like that guy from Alcatraz did, then I realized I’m comparing my life to Alcatraz, that’s just sad. At least there’s no jellyball-like dirty bombs commandeered by terrorists like in that one Nicholas Cage movie, “The Rock”.

Oh, the baby’s kicking I should go to bed.

Ry

Prom Night!

Totally worth it.

It was too legit to quit, even though I was cold (since blanket didn't give me bagels). Don't even trip, because this is sparta and you know what we do to people around here.

Totally worth it.

Ryan

To spite Robby in a rather fun manner

Yeah, Robby is my brother, you can read his blog too, but this relates to the one he posted on April 3rd.

I decided to buy Prom tickets today. Yeah, I figured the old ones had to go, they just didn't seem to work anymore. So, I went to the financial office to buy some and I was skeptical at first. After all they're made of paper and I don't believe in making things out of paper when they don't need to be. It increases the complexity, decreases the security and adds to the garbarge of the area. I must admit I was wrong in this case. As soon as she passed them under the little glass window to me, the paper had a much better, shall we say response, than the old one. The papers are also pretty nice, have a good rebound and aren't mushy.

Hmm... how much longer do I need to go on describing the function of some object on my blog, ROBBY?

Oh wait this much farther, For $55 it was a bit more than what it would cost online, but since I needed a ticket now, I think that it was a good deal. Money well spent.

Haha. Type something back on that new keyboard of yours that was so exciting to read about.

Fate is just coincidence mixed with emotion.

I wrote this for an assignment in Sebeil. Don't worry its not done at all, just starting to put it together.

Fate, that loaded die in the game of chance called life.
6 o’clock passes and for the first time in a long time his alarm doesn’t call out to wake him. Overnight an aging tree dropped a dying branch on the power lines and now the alarm glumly feels the time tick by, but cannot muster the strength to call out. Sunlight streams through the blinds and illuminates specks of dust falling like sifted powdered sugar. Hands reach out at the end of stretching arms as mind awakens and body reanimates, feet push back warm covers, eyes blink in the sunlight. Sunlight means late, late means get out of bed. Late, 16 minutes and 47 seconds
Shower water is frigid, it takes a few minutes of tentative steps in and out to muster the bravado and plunge in. Cold showers are for Eskimos not apartment owners he thinks. Out of the shower there are no clean towels in sight. Looking for a towel, 2 minutes and 16 seconds. Might as well take the laundry to the Laundromat if he going to be late anyway. Maroons, whites, purples and turquoises all get tossed into the same bag, looking like multihued vomit from the men’s section at Macy’s. Now, get dressed. Gathering laundry, 4 minutes and 39 seconds.
Laundromat, cyclones of shorts, shirts and skivvies confined to their own white cubes. He needs quarters, the quarter machine is broken, that’s an extra 3 minutes looking for someone to break a five. Finally, he gets the money and starts his own hurricane in its own cube. Switch over the damp clothes. Into the warm tornado they go, work becomes less important as mesmerizing color leapfrogs over color. Red over blue over black. What would that be like?
Fate rolls its die and he walks out to the street. Every ounce of time that he stopped to do something weighs into this moment. That 16 minutes and 47 seconds for the alarm, the 2 minutes and 16 seconds looking for a towel, all of those place him here at that exact moment. Stepping out into street he doesn’t look, a bus pulling up to the curb doesn’t see him. Bang. He finds out what it would be like to be in the washing machine. Red shoes over blue jeans over black shirt, he leapfrogs over himself.
But that’s not why fate has placed him there, yes to get hit by the bus, but there’s an ulterior motive. Are you alright she asks. And he is, he knows it but so does she. Perhaps it’s that she’ll keep holding him up if he isn’t alright that he says he’s not, but he is. He’s better than he’s ever been.
He sits up in her arms in the middle of the street. Cars pass, some honk, all move on, they have places to be going, fate is carrying them somewhere. But for now, for him and for her, they are both exactly where they’re supposed to be.

Ill be your french maid

Ahh....Friday morning, I just made a plate of toast a la francais and thought I'd comment in on going ons.

Nat ran off to SF presumably to find a dress, pfft, who needs one? I don't think she'll fall for that though.

So, here I am. I'm going to try and make this day as productive as possible.
Ill call Bagel in a bit to go tux hunting, we could longboard to the stores or something. Then while we do that discuss groups, transportation, food, etc. We'll try to be men for once, oh wait then nothing would get done. Then perhaps I could come back here and do my stream of whatever writing for sebeil, i'll fit it in. Plus, if I get this all done today then I can go kayaking with Natty and we can lala in the kitchen on the floor.

Better get on that instead of writing a blog.


Ry

Junior Research Stupidity (play on words there)

So, I basically made this blog, (as I usually do) to get some attention.

I'll write things on here later and so everyone can disagree, agree, tell me they love me, get addicted to it like crack and miss me.
Then they can say, "where was your blog? i read it religously and now that you didn't write for 4 days my life is crumbling! i miss you Ryan, i need you Ryan! even though its always about nothing and has no pertinance to me ill forget about everyone and everything as i think about you. nothing else matters. come back ryan. i miss you."

Bleh.

But for now its the dumb JRP.

Ahh, Natty is falling asleep on the phone...cute.