I Don't Like Wednesdays

I'm done

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 03:12:15 GMT

Over the last 3 months, I've lost the following things indefinitely:

Brittany
Kelly
The Whaler
Jess
The Tabtastic 4
Novice Reading
Blanca
High School
SAD

In short, everything that really mattered to me. Accept her, again.

So, to commemorate my losses over since June 7th, I am taking the following actions

Never posting in this journal again
Ignoring everything that happened before June 7th.

-Joe

Idiot of The Week

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 03:18:21 GMT

In 1961 Wendell Scott, an African American, started his first race in the NASCAR Grand National (now Nextel Cup) division. In the 1963 season, he finished 15th in points, and on December 1, 1963 he won a race at Jacksonville, Florida on the one mile dirt track at Speedway Park -- the first and to date only top level NASCAR event won by an African-American. He continued to be a competitive driver despite his low-budget operation through the rest of the 1960s. In 1964, Scott finished 12th in points despite missing several races. Over the next five years, Scott consistently finished in the Top Ten in the point standings. He finished 11th in points in 1965, was a career-high 6th in 1966, 10th in 1967, and finished 9th in both 1968 and '69. His top year in winnings was 1969 when he won $47,451. He was forced to retire due to injuries from a racing accident at Talladega, Alabama in 1973. He achieved one win and 147 top ten finishes in 495 career NASCAR starts.

Since his win 4 other drivers have started a race in Nextel Cup. Those four combined have made only 9 Cup Starts. It took me 2 hours to find those four names

Given the information provided above, the current Idiot of the Week is: Wendell Scott, Jr.

Scott Jr, Scott's son, on Monday came out and bitched that his father was not recognized as much as Jackie Robinson was on last Saturday. Mr Scott Jr. seems to fail in recognizing that his father crossed color lines. Jackie Robinson destroyed color barriers. Jackie Robinson is an American hero, not for his actions, but because he paved way for countless after him. Wendell Scott paved the way for 4. 7 if you count Ron Fellows, Boris Said, and Juan Pablo Montoya.

So Wendell Jr, for pretending your dad destroyed a color barrier when all he did was win a race, you're name will be raced to the rafters with those of Greg Oden and Jim Weaver as the April 2007 class of Idiots of the week.

Idiot of the Week

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 00:53:30 GMT

This weeks idiot is awarded with saddened heart. I understand that this may be an inopportune time, but it must be done in the sake of the award. This weeks Idiot is: (Drum Roll)
Jim Weaver, Athletic Director at the Virginia Polytechnic Institute and State University. If Mr. Weaver had listened to my simple, helpful advice on how to name a college team (see: College Sports Mascots, below) this tragedy could have been avoided. I specifically mentioned the Hokies, too, which is why I take personal offense. You don't see any Eagles or Spartans committing the largest single act of violence in American history, do you?

New Weekly

Sun, 15 Apr 2007 00:10:18 GMT

Ok, so after having a huge emotional break-down last night, I decided to create a new weekly feature here on I Don't Like Wednesdays: The Idiot of the Week. Every week I will choose a different person who did something stupid and let you all be aware of such a person. If a person is deserviing of a second Idiot of the Week award, that person will be put on my Dead to Me list. Additions to the Dead to Me list will happen in lieu of an Idiot of the Week being awarded. Understand? Good.

The first person to recieve this grand honor is: Greg Oden.

After one full year of Basketball at Ohio State, Mr. Oden has evidently made himself open for the NBA Draft. Mr. Oden recieves this dubious honor, as well as being the catalyst for the entire Idiot of the Week system by using his Runner-up status to fuck over Joakim Noah, to ruin the 2008 Boston Celtics with his fouling tendencies, and reinforce the idea that the NCAA Division I has become a minor league for the NBA and NFL.

So here's to you Greg Oden, the Honoree Primarius in The Idiot of the Week

ADDENDUM

Sat, 17 Mar 2007 00:27:50 GMT

The following is my updated list of things/people that are dead to me.

Michelle Kwan
Bode Miller
Cross Country Skiing
The Decathalon
Wyoming
Tony Danza
Greenland
Avon, MA
Jason Ma
The National Geographic Channel
Sports Teams in the MLB, NBA, or NHL from Canada
The NASCAR Dodge Weekly Touring Series
Catapaults
Fruit₂O
Mt. St. Helens
Shemp Howard
Blondie
Harrisburg, Pennsylvania
Nadia Cornellio
Bob Dole
Czars
NEW
Needham
The Appalaichan Trail
The Oregon Trail
Danny Blackman
Al Gore
UMass, Dartmouth
AJ Allmendinger
All manner of Bodine
Milwaulkie, WI
Borat

EDIT

Wed, 17 Jan 2007 02:34:06 GMT

Oh, and no plants either, The Ohio State University.
-Sterling

College Sports Mascots

Tue, 16 Jan 2007 03:27:04 GMT

Ok, so the Revere Super Session is about College Football. That got me to thinking about College Mascots and, well, I have a few suggestions.

1.) No fake animal names - This doesn't mean "No names of fake animals" but rather refers to Razorbacks, Tar Heels, Hokies, Longhorns and the scores of other fake names for real animals. I hate to inform you, but you guys are the Pigs, the Goats, the Turkeies, and the Cows, respectively.

2.) Limited use of occupations - There are only 3 acceptable occupations to name a sports team after: Cowboys, Pirates, and Indians. Sorry Brewers, Tanners, Midshipmen, Cadets, Engineers, and Barbers.

3.) You can always, ALWAYS, use an ethnic group as a Mascot. Trojans, Spartans, Indians of all Kinds.

4.) Not really a hard rule, but if you're going to pick an animal that isn't native to the area where your school is, make it a tough animal.

5.) In that stride, no domestic animals. Bulldog sounds no more impressive to me than Hamster.

6.) No colors. I'm talking to you Harvard Crimson, Dartmouth Big Green, and Cornell Big Red.
-Sterling

Attn: URGENT

Wed, 03 Jan 2007 03:47:02 GMT

Dear Klondike,
I would like to take this oppurtunity to introduce you to my friend, the stick. While you may not be close now, I have a feeling you may actually get to liking one another. Y'see, I am of the firm belief that no ice cream novelty should be eaten with flatware. Therefore, I think the stick and you could soon become the bosomest of buddies. I hope you take me requests under advisement.

Sincerely,
With Ice Cream Goop All Over My Hands in Lansing.

2006 Awards + Honors

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 07:23:34 GMT

Fuller Good Guy
National Debate Delegate
2nd at Holly
Time Person of the Year
Arrested
Got permission from the Government to use my property on our property
Registered to vote
Pie at LS
Broke Down and got an iPod
Nobel Peace Prize Nominee
RHSSAD President
737 SPL
Eagle Scout
Venturing Bronze

Altogether, not a bad year. "The only act of revolution left in this collective world is thinking for yourself."

New Years Resolution

Tue, 02 Jan 2007 07:11:45 GMT

Just a few, no big deal.

I resolve to say "I love you" to fewer people.
I resolve to tell more people that I love them.
-Sterling

PS Anyone who didn't see the Fiesta Bowl needs to go back in time and TiVo it.

Then again,

Thu, 14 Dec 2006 03:38:56 GMT

I wish, for one moment...for one second in time I could be honest with myself and with those that I care most about. It seems that every night, I lie in bed staring at a ceiling that contains no answers, lying next to a bear filled with options, cursing a world full of solutions. It's not that I'm unhappy, I'm not. Everything seems to finally be falling in place for me now. Over the next month I should get accepted to college, get my license, get a trophy at Holly, buy a truck, and get the job of my dreams. It's all coming together, except I'm still lonely. I don't want to really know why. I know why. "No woman chooses to live with a dishwasher." Thanks Nina.

On an unrelated note, I have been recently trying to persuade Johnny Feds to drop out of the school he hates and get a job. If there's anyone who thinks I shouldn't be doing that, please let me know.

On a tangent note, I have recently been trying to find a Dekember present for the attractive South American woman who has everything. Any suggestions/donations would be gladly accepted.

Also, to clarify, it's not because you're happy, it's because we could have been.
-Sterling

Another Title No One Will Read

Tue, 31 Oct 2006 03:45:49 GMT

It has recently come to my attention that on top of, or because of, my unhealthy obsession for a certain decade I have no concious awareness of, I also find Joan Jett amazingly attractive.

Attn: Four Horsemen

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 00:55:34 GMT

Dear Pestilence,
      My greatest regret in all my life, truly the only thing I actually regret, is that we never found a way to both be in the same place at the same time. We have been through too much at this point, and I have fucked up too often. You were there for too long, waiting to be released upon my life, but I was too busy with my false dreams and false prophets. By the time I had realized that the first seal was open, or even that I wanted the seal open, it was no wonder you had moved on.

Dear War,
     What is it about you that won't let me forget what probably never existed? Time and time again I reserve myself: "War is not for me, but luckily another seal shall be opened and another Horseman released." But alas, all for naught. War, you tempt me back upon your fields of blood with promises of happiness and power and a right to bygone wrongs. I'd like to say those are false promises, but every now and again it seems so enticing.

Dear Famine,
     Here we are again, over and over, saying the same old things, thinking the same old thoughts. We both knew you were coming again. You always come after the second seal. I wish, truly truly wish, that I could embrace you. I've known that for a long time, too long, your secret's up. But you're here, and I'm not in a position to want to recognize it. I'm sorry for doing this to you, but these are the decisions that no one helps me make.

Dear Death,
     I want to deal with you. Slowly, daily even, I try to acclimate myself for you. I know that I ultimately want you, since frankly a life without you is only a life half lived. I just keep thinking, similar to the other 3 Horsemen, that there's someone else out there better qualified to deal with you. But I'm beginning to realize that you've all but hand-picked me and I might as well go down swinging then never chance it at all.

-Sterling (feat John the Revelator)

My life is not built for me being sick

Tue, 26 Sep 2006 00:54:55 GMT

Being ill is plusungood given my life. It's hard to realize that you have a life, just not a high school life. I have at least a late-college life. I spend my time volunteering and managing and politicking and being a real person. I don't think that's appreciated enough in High School, but I hope it's appreciated in the college admissions process. I find it so senseless that I'm supposed to stop being a real person for 4 years to get a piece of paper that says I'm ready to be a real person.

Upon further review, the reciever has copious amounts of adorable, surely enough for a first down. Ruling on the field is overturned, the Blue Jackets are not charged with a time out.
-Sterling

That's what we all saw

Mon, 11 Sep 2006 01:22:50 GMT

So I was on YouTube and I watched the Boomtown Rats video for The Elephants Graveyard. Seeing them frolic on the beach/ battle Godzilla made me realize how awesxme they must be to hang around with.

"White turns black dies of heart attack"

On a different note, she perplexes me to no end. It's like this idea of who she is builds and builds for days and weeks and months until, in an instant, it all comes crashing down. Then, because I'm not smart enough to stop it from happening, I start building up the same idea of who she is. But still, every night, with that stupid looking bear she gave me on my headboard, I can't help but realize that she's a beautiful person trapped in a beautiful body and that even though I want so much to have a deep meaningful personal, emotional and physical relationship with her, I could die a happy man if I could hold her and have all my problems melt away and fall asleep with her in my arms.

"Guilty 'til prooven guilty"

So Jay apparently saw some bullshit about the Qur'an and 9/11. The conversation went as follows:
Jay: Check out the Quran verse (9:11); it's interesting
Joe: ok, brb
Jay: k, note the verse number
(At this point, I went to get my copy of the Qur'an - Ed.)
Joe: (quoting .) But even so, if they repent, establish regular prayers, and practice regular charity, - they are your brethren in faith: thus do we explain the Signsi n detail, for those to understand

"It's Disney Land under Martial Law"

I gave her a teddy bear too, some time ago. That makes me feel all warm inside.

"She does her hair and calls her lawyer 'cutie' "

Before spellcheck, it said the Final Revelation from God to manking through the last Prophet, Muhammad, Peace be upon Him, which got me thinking: do Mankeys have religion?

-Sterling

Colon Apostraphe Open Parenthesis

Mon, 04 Sep 2006 22:55:38 GMT

He's passed on! This Crocodile Hunter is no more! He has ceased to be! He's expired and gone to meet his maker! He's a stiff! Bereft of life, he rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed him to the perch he'd be pushing up the daisies! His metabolic processes are now history! He's off the twig! He's kicked the bucket, he's shuffled off his mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleeding choir invisibile!!

THIS IS AN EX-Crocodile Hunter!!
-Sterling

Wonderings

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 07:16:33 GMT

Why do I have this, I often wonder. I never really catalogue a minute by minute happening of my day, written down for posterity. I rarely, if ever, use this as a vessel by which I discover something about myself. One of these days I might actually use it. One of these days, is right now.

I'm really excited about my Eagle Board of Review, I mean, it's been coming for some time, and I'm sure I'm prepared for it, but you gotta be a little aprehensive about something that's, effectively, the culmination of 11 years. Andy's letter about my Bronze Award is with Crom, I'm seeing him Saturday, which is nice. In Conclusion,

I really need to go grocery shopping. I wish my girlfriend didn't leave me.
-Sterling

Summer

Tue, 15 Aug 2006 01:45:49 GMT

So, for one reason or another, I feel the need to do one of these summer wrap-up entries. I was a scout. 50 days in green socks. This summer was different from the other two. In Ought Four I was completely wrapped up in Angelena. Still today I wish I had an opportunity to talk to her about what happened between us. It ended too abrupt, I think at least. Just half an hour alone to really talk out what I really meant, what she really meant to me. In Ought Five I had some pictures of Sodavy to remind me that I had something worthwhile to come home to. I really hate to have entire parts of my life longing for women I can't have, but it seems that that's how my life has come to be decided by. Well, I have my Scouting and my Forensics, but when it comes right down to it, I really want something temporary in my life. It's hard to explain, but in my service organizations I have to be concerned about the next guy. I may be SAD President, but I have to worry about the 2008 SAD President. I want something that I can fuck up. Something with no pressure to necessarily succeed. Looking back at this prose it seems like I might be talking about a girlfriend or whatnot. Thus was not by design. I mean, like, pottery. Something with no repercussions to just occupy my time. A passtime, a vice if you will. Any suggestions open. Also, you and I should do things. Call me.
-Sterling

Closed for Renovation

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 20:44:39 GMT

CLOSED FOR THE SUMMER

For the remainder of the summer, all requests for autographs and locks of hair should be directed to:

Joseph Curran
c/o TL Storer Scout Reservation
1513 Province Rd
Barnstead, NH 03218

Thank you for your patience.
-Sterling

Brother Brother Brother, here's something you should know

Fri, 19 May 2006 02:24:29 GMT

I hate waiting. Probably more than I hate just about anything. But I do hate a little bit more that I am clearly two Sterlings: a Winter Sterling and a Summer Sterling. In the Winter I play off my faults and shortcomings with self-depricating humor and hubris. In the Summer I get to play of my faults and shortcomings with not only self-depricating humor but also a feeling that I'm Camp Staff. Camp Staff is supposed to be goofy and silly and off-the-wall and have funny little quirks about them. Winter Sterling doesn't wear shorts. Summer Sterling doesn't wear pants.
Being two seperate people with two seperate lives isn't really the worst thing about it. It's May and June that are. It's transisitioning between the two. Camp/ Race/ Camp/ Speech Tournament/ SAT/ Camp/ Camp is really not the way I want to live. Conor I think summed it up by letting me know quite clearly that it is plain to all who see me that this was all planned for me, in some cases years ago. I fancy myself a Rugged Individualist, I shouldn't succumb to all this.

On a lighter note, I have resolved to write a haiku right here:
A man without voice
A land with no ears to hear
A woman with eyes.

-Sterling

It's a pity nothing's changed

Sat, 13 May 2006 13:46:31 GMT

This whole Sodavy thing has really thrown me for a loop, and I really need to get these things off my chest:

I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit happy to find out Dandavy was no more. Don't get me wrong, I respect Dan more than almost anyone and enjoyed seeing the two of them happy. But I would also be lying if I said that I wasn't madly in love with Sodavy, or at least, very close to that. But she found Kip and, until Wednesday night, I was willing to count my losses and walk away. I've gotten into alot of trouble pursuing what I can't have with blind ambition and I'm never going to do that again.
But then Thursday has to come along and fuck with my plans. Sodavy's not happy with the way she is and wants more out of her life. "I just want someone to love me" was among the things she says that day, and the only thing she says she wants. That's great, I love her and she has said on more than one occasion that she wouldn't mind going out with me. But my life just isn't built for quick changes in the Status Quo, especially this time of year. I have no weekends free until mid-August. We could be ''going out'' but we'd never have an oppurtunity to actually go out. the fact is, regardless of how much I try and how much I would want it to work out, I simply cannot be the kind of guy that Sodavy deserves.

I'm glad I said all that, and I'm glad that I'm posting in this again.

Cancel the Presses

Wed, 22 Mar 2006 00:14:47 GMT

Ok, here's the thing. Love it tyranny. This is going to take some explanation, please afford me this time. It is interesting to note that I believe Public Education is tyranny, and I do not believe tyranny is nessacarily a bad thing. It is just the lack choice and freedom.
     Love means to say that there is no choice in relationships. While I admit that Molly Ringwold would love a world where two people are meant to be together, but that doesn't sound good to me. That sounds like an arranged marriage. Destiny has never much appealed to me. Maybe it's because I like freedom so much. Or maybe it's because I think love is a choice.
     I for one think that two people choosing to be together is more romantic, caring, and heart-warming than an idea based solely around force. If I'm going out with someone or in love with someone I want it to be because I enjoy their company. I want it to be because I feel good about being in love with that person. Not for some crazy idea that that is the way it is supposed to be.
     Let's look at it this way: Every so often myself and an acceptable number of Jomanda I get a Reese's Fastbreak. Don't ask why, I've forgotten myself. But every time, always, we do. Now, while I enjoy Fastbreaks as much as any member of the Candy Family, I can only hazard a guess that the Fastbreak feels nothing for me. "Oh, I'm just the Fastbreak he's supposed to take" cries the Fastbreak in a high pitched whine that only me and other peanut butter can hear.

So it's all clear that Sir Bob Geldof, most exhaulted and all wise, was very smart (all wise even) we he told us:

"I don't believe in love, baby, if I'm honest with myself/ I don't believe in last night it's kinda like your health/ everything's spinning 'round down the landromat/ love is like your clothes: it's only useful while it lasts."

"Save Your Soul"

Declaration of Feminazism

Tue, 07 Mar 2006 04:09:42 GMT

I am writing in regards to Caitlin B. from Dumfries, VA and her "Declaration of Independence from Men." http://teenink.com/Past/2006/February/19803.html This is simply the most offensive thing that I have ever read, as a man, as a feminist and as a human being.
Firstly, Ms. B serves to make somewhere near one dozen stark generalizations about the concerns of men, going so far as to list her eight most offensive accusations by number. As an avid TeenInk reader and major proponent of your work to allow the teenagers of America a voice. But the fact of the matter is that this degree of sexism cannot be tolerated. If I were to write a Declaration from Women declaring that they are overly emotional, incompetent, unable to comprehend simple cause-and-effects relationships, or never know the appropriate time to have fun, not only would you refuse to print such an article, and if you did your head office would be picketed and assaulted by the same women who believe Ms. B's "Declaration" to be a work empowering women.
But this doesn't empower women, it does quite the converse. I have long fought for equality among the sexes, but it must be recognized that currently, however wrong and unjust it is, men control the power in the Western Industrialized World. If women ever hope to make any significant strides towards true equality, they must be willing to work alongside the other sex. Equality must be a two way street, with women raised to the level of men, not men dropped below the level of women. I understand this may seem brash and blunt, but at least I'm not saying that women can't exist without women.
But worse than the offenses against men personally or to the feminist movement is the offenses to humanity. Ms. B chooses to use the construction of the Declaration of Independence and Seneca Falls Declaration. This cannot stand. Firstly the Declaration of Independence created the very protection from tyranny that affords Ms. B any rights of any kind. Secondly, the Seneca Falls Declaration is in very much the same mold of Ms. B's "Declaration" with one key difference: the Seneca Falls Declaration talks about offenses men have committed against the unalienable rights of women. Ms. B simply airs a laundry list of things she doesn't like about men.Ms. B tramples on the work and results and efforts and triumphs of the two documents she mocks.
I speak to you, the editor of TeenInk only because I respect your magazine for it's work and the works contained therein. If I didn't have this respect for TeenInk I would just write off this offense as the failure of sub-par literature. I would like to respect your periodical again. I would like to be able to pick up the ideas, ideals, stories, and poetry of teenagers from across the nation without having to be offended by the words of a misplaced extremist.

Dead to Me

Wed, 01 Mar 2006 02:19:52 GMT

The following list of people/things are dead to me

Michelle Kwan
Bode Miller
Cross Country Skiing
The Decathalon
Wyoming
Tony Danza
Greenland
Avon, MA
Jason Ma
The National Geographic Channel
Sports Teams in the MLB, NBA, or NHL from Canada
The NASCAR Dodge Weekly Touring Series
Catapaults
Fruit₂O
Mt. St. Helens
Shemp Howard
Blondie
Harrisburg Pennsylvania
Nadia Cornellio
Bob Dole
Czars

Today

Sat, 31 Dec 2005 04:31:33 GMT

Today I went around Boston with the President-cat. Through it all, I found a quirky little thing that I'm pretty sure somes up my life, and I'm also pretty sure was independently though up by some Indy-Rock-Pop (IRP) band with a one-syllable seven letter name like 'Creyndt'

I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going foward.

I feel like writing lofty rhetoric today, so I'm going to elaborate.

I don't know where I'm going, but I know I'm going foward.
I might not be going anywhere, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes it feels as though I falling back into the same old rut, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes it seems that the universe is passing me by, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes I just want to stand still, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes I beg for the chance to stand still, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes I would die just to be able to stand still, but I know I'm going foward.
Sometimes I live only to pretend I can stand still, but I know I'm going foward.
-Sterling