| Bringing it back for something for you to read. No more Xanga, Timken has officially blocked it and I have no internet at my apartment. I apologize to Steph for being a complete asshole and also to Savannah for saying shit behind her back. I have turned over a new leaf and will no longer talk about people behind their backs. Even if it makes other people around me happy. I am an observer, not a ... whatever the opposite of observer is.
4/22/2005 11:38:43 PM
Basically, my life started 19 years ago but we will not begin at the beginning. I will begin when I was 6. I was really excited for my first day of first grade (since I don’t remember anything before then) I was really excited to be going back to school. The season was autumn and the leaves were changing. There was a cool breeze in the air and I can remember standing outside with my neighbors Josh and Jamie (Steven). Jeremy hadn’t begun school yet, he was in pre-school. Josh is my age and Steven is 21 or 22 these days. Basically, we were young and careless but I was proclaimed to be at the top of my class. I was smarter than the average 1st grader with the knowledge of multiplication under my belt. I had memorized the multiplication tables up to 10 x 10. My teachers were amazed at the quick learning and the capacity of my brain. I was very creative back then. An artist, perhaps. I had a very explorative brain and created drawings of the house some good friends of my parents were building. I updated the class periodically on their progress and really thought that I would have pursued a career in architecture. I was good at creating roads and cities and building homes with Lego’s. I joined baseball in the summer of 91 or 92 and ended up being placed in the outfield. I had to bat off of a tee because I was really bad at sports. So after a year of playing baseball and warming benches, I quit. That was the point in my life when I concluded I would not become an athlete.
Second grade – I remember my second grade teacher was Mrs. Dischinger. She was the nicest teacher I could have asked for. I excelled at all academic performance and may have participated in math tournaments. I can’t really remember. I joined cub scouts this year with josh and Jeremy. We had to go to camp for a weekend and I absolutely hated it. I found out this year that I am not a friend to the outdoors either. I remember having to go on hikes and what most boys would have considered to be fun (shooting a gun) I was terrified to do. But we assembled crafts and such and I continued with the Cub scouts until WEBELOS (We Be LOyal Scouts) they said that we would do a lot of camping so I wasn’t too thrilled with the idea. We had a meeting for scouts over at Fort Laurens and a couple of us were wrestling around. I got picked up by this kid and thrusted to the ground head first resulting in me breaking my collarbone. Of course with it being the early 90s, there were no cell phones, not even a pay phone. So after notifying my scoutmaster, we proceeded to somehow contact my mom to come pick me up. Sure enough, it was a broken collarbone. For the next 6 months, I had to wear a backpack-like thing on my back and it looked like I had a hunchback or something. So that pretty much was the point when I decided scouts were not right for me. My dad was never around to play outside with me so I became a hermit.
Third grade – I might have learned to ride a bike by now, not too sure. I can’t really remember too much about this other than the fact that my sister had joined band and I wanted to play the piccolo. I was at the peak of my popularity in third grade with some really great backstabbing rich snobs. I can’t mention names; their lawyers are better than mine. I remember sled riding and building all sorts of tracks and ramps and snow forts and stuff like that. This is when my neighbors moved away. We had so much fun with each other in the sandbox playing with micro machines and such. Me of course building elegant urbanized colonies and my sister destroying them. Then of course my neighbors would always steal sand from our box and steal my cars and stuff. Needless to say, somebody was always grounded from somebody else’s yard. Ahh, those were the good old days. I had my first kiss (actually, I gave it) this year. It was a girl named Kacey Bake. She was and still is in my mind, the best looking girl in the world. This is why I was embarrassed about girls the rest of my life. Let me explain. Apparently, the neighbors moved away the summer after this year. Because I remember josh saying “Chris Lane kissed Kacey Bake… ON THE LIPS!!!! And then everyone laughed at me and made me feel like shit. This was the downfall of the rest of my life. People started to realize that you could manipulate people by making fun of them. Feelings were the controlling factor of if you sink or swim. If you gave in to painful words, you were pretty much screwed the rest of MS and HS. Needless to say, and you could have guessed it by the way that I turned out; I ended up giving in to those feelings. Two words. Ryan Kopp. So basically my life sits at the point where I have no friends and the one girl, the girl of my dreams, had basically run out of my life.
Fourth Grade – This is when we found out that three schools were merging into one school. They had begun construction on the MS and this is the peak of my architecture pursuit. I was so interested in the layout of the building that I requested a personal set of blueprints of the school. Of course me just being a peon, a useless slave in their worthless world, I was denied. Or maybe just ignored that opportunity. So as you can see, the social out casting wasn’t just the rich snobby kids. Who would they have learned from? Their rich fucking parents who think their kid is god and that the world should bow and kiss their feet. Pitiful existence. Fourth grade was when I begun playing trumpet. I figured that band would be a great place to meet people, people who aren’t preps or jocks or cheerleaders. No, just poor worthless sons of bitches who couldn’t give a shit less about band and associating with a perfectly fine human being. No they would rather sit around in their cliques and talk about sex and drugs and drinking and shit like that. Yes, in fourth grade they did. So I figure if nobody wants to be friends with me, I will learn to like myself. I couldn’t see what was so wrong with me and I figured it out not too long ago (it is too late in my life for change) I am too nice of a person. I agree with people just so they don’t hate me. I crave attention. There, I admitted it. HAPPY NOW FUCKERS!!!
Fifth grade – all right, all three schools merge together so there are like 80 more people in my grade to talk to and maybe become friends with. People that might not criticize you for the way you are. Nice. I tried to use my “niceness” to my advantage. Apparently niceness and likeability are two completely different things. I found about half dozen people from mineral City and New Cumberland. I started to associate with them and things seemed to be going well. We all ate lunch together and laughed and had a good time. This is the point where Ryan comes into play. He made the rest of my school (8 years) a living HELL. Every day at lunch, I would get picked on for any reason they could find. Because (here comes yet another flaw so prepare yourself) I am very peaceful and wont fight anybody no matter what, he exploited that. I tried to go back to my rich snobby Bolivar people and be friends with them but they all snubbed their noses at me like “ he was hanging out with the poor white trash, fuck him”. Then the poor white trash found out I was from Bolivar and assumed I was a rich snobby fuck like the rest of them so they abandoned me too. I found three people that didn’t judge me. They were, at the time, mirror images of me. Josh Beitzel, Keith Beamish, and Andy Knapp. They were the three coolest people you could ask for. So this is when I was introduced to a game called “Magic” I am not embarrassed to say this but I am basically a veteran of the game. 8 years later, I still play and collect and trade. The game makes you think and strategize so that is why I like it. Plus it significantly expanded my vocabulary. Although being rejected sort of put an “I don’t care” attitude on me, and my grades went from straight A’s to D’s and F’s. My parents were furious and this is the time of my life when I was introduced to the paddle. ½” thick piece of wood being propelled at your ass repeatedly really hurts and can turn a person suicidal.
4/23/2005 12:42:30 AM
4/23/2005 1:02:17 PM
Sixth Grade – this is the year when I decided to go through my Goth stage. I got a bunch of baggy black pants and black shirts and such. I really was sick of everyone’s crap being flung at my face. I just was really tired of life and was considering bringing it to an end. I wrote depressing poems and listened to heavy metal and stuff like that. We had this thing called 6th grade camp right. So basically the whole time it rained and it was miserable. We had bunks and I was paired with the coolest hillbilly I could ask for. His name was Jeremy Hadden. He was really a cool person. He lived in Somerdale and I used to hang out with him, Josh Beitzel, and Keith Beamish all the time. We all played Magic and were all going through the Goth scene together. My grades were still way below average and I really hated school. Basically every day I did something to get me in trouble. Like at 6th grade camp, this kid knocked me down in the mud and it really pissed me off. Next day I just leveled his ass and I ended up getting suspended for 3 days when I got back to school. It is bullshit that the teachers only see what they want to see. I think a teacher actually laughed at me when I got pushed down. Fucking bastards. You know, I am just sick and tired of everyone’s crap. I actually pondered jumping out into the middle of 212 in front of a semi or jumping off the bridge over 212 in front of a car just to see if anybody cared. Ryan Kopp was still up to old tricks and I was really sick and tired of his shit.
Seventh Grade – I was beginning to get a lot better at playing trumpet and I practiced a lot to make myself better. This was the only thing left in my life that I had a passion for. My grades started to get better with only the occasional F and mainly C’s and D’s. I know that isn’t good but it is better than D’s and F’s all the time. My dad still paddled me and told me to try harder which made me want to try less even more. As an individualist, I don’t like to do things I am told but if you don’t tell me to do something I am supposed to do then I will do it. Strange isn’t it? There were a lot of things said to people this year that I didn’t regret at all. I got suspended this year more than any other year. Keep this in mind for future reference. I was developing a better taste in food considering all my life I would eat nothing. I know I was and still am anorexic so all of you can just shove it right up your fat asses!! I enjoy being skinny, just not ridiculed about it from my parents EVERY DAY and then throughout school made fun of EVERY DAY. It leads a person to be very angry but have no way to release that rage. It just builds up for years and years. I felt like I could have killed somebody but I had no tools to do it. This was the year that Beamish brought a condom to school and got kicked out for a week. We kind of laughed about it for a long time after that. There was this girl Trinity and I thought she was the prettiest thing in the world. We held hands and did things that adolescent people do with each other. Notes, dances, etc. The problem is that all my friends (all 3 of them) and other people I needed to make happy all made fun of her and me out of jealousy. So I ended up breaking up with her and never had another girl like me in the way she liked me for another SIX YEARS!!!!
Eighth grade – I don’t remember much about this year except for that in science we did an experiment on tobacco use and the teacher lit up a cigarette in the middle of class and told us not to smoke. We also had to cut up sea creatures and such and the science lab smelled horrible for a week afterwards. I realized this year that I wanted to study meteorology or earth science because I was mildly interested and fascinated with the earth and weather patterns. I remember anticipating high school and having that feeling of almost being done with school and being able to move on with my life. I was tired of school and dealing with peoples’ shit all the time and was just sick of the world. Beamish and I were introduced to a game called Forsaken for the N64. We used to play that game for hours. It was intense. I loved that game so much and it was really good for the time. My grades started to go up to C’s and B’s with the occasional D. Until next year when I was introduced to somebody horrible. Aaron Householder. This kid was a racist motherfucker and I really wish someone had killed him. He carried around confederate flags and always used the N-word inappropriately. He was a rebel and nobody liked him. Well, nobody except for Ryan Kopp. Basically, rumors were spread about me to him and my life really sucked. He hated me so much as did I hate him.
4/23/2005 1:35:09 PM
4/24/2005 5:46:15 PM
Ninth Grade – I guess things started to get better in HS. I was getting really good in band and by the end of the year I was first chair trumpet. I ended up leading the band to state to get a rating of excellent (which is like 2nd place) so that was pretty good. I got to do solos and everything in concert band. I joined stage band and, needless to say, I was yep you guessed first chair. Stage band was really sweet and I had a good time with it. We went to Muskingum University and I got to participate in a best of the best jazz band. We really did well and I got to dorm with this really cool guy. The only problem was walking across campus in like 30-degree weather and 40 mph winds. That really was the only bad thing about Muskingum. I remember we went to concerts with really good jazz musicians and got to do improvision into our songs. It was pretty cool. I actually had a good time. The simmer after ninth grade, we went to Bands of America camp in Illinois. It lasted for like a week and it was basically 90+ degrees every day. We had to practice and memorize a song in one week and in addition we had to memorize our steps. We practiced for at least 6 hours a day and in addition we had to walk about 2 miles each way to get to the place we practiced. I met a lot of girls there usually at breakfast. For example, I sat down at a table with some people I met there on the first day. Well, they got finished with their meals and got up and left so I was sitting there alone finishing up. Just as I was about to leave, about 8 or 9 girls walked up to my table and sat down with me and started flirting and stuff. I got pretty happy and got some numbers and stuff. I never called them though; they were from Missouri and Kansas. Although they weren’t hillbillies or anything. They weren’t too bad looking.
Tenth grade – This was I think the turning point of my life. I decided to just be happy with myself and not really care about what people have to say or think about me. I met a couple of cool people named David Stanfill and Scott Cotton. Well, I guess I didn’t become friends with Scottie but David and I were pretty cool. He and I used to have LAN parties and such. He was in band and we would basically compete with each other over which one of us was better. I had a lot of solos this year and was, again, first chair trumpet. The only thing I didn’t like about band was Ryan. He made band a living hell for me. He was one of the reasons I quit band but the fact that I got accepted to BCC was the main reason I quit band. I got my grades back up to B’s and C’s for the first time in a long while so that made my parents happier. I think I might have started driving this year so that might have scared some people. Then again now that I think about it, I started at the beginning of my junior year. Oh well, guess I will move on to Buckeye and my junior year.
Eleventh Grade – This was the first year I went to BCC. I enjoyed it from the first day I was there. I left all the rich preppy fuckers behind. I never really saw too much of Ryan and Aaron so things started to improve A LOT. I met a lot of new people from CAD down there. Josh and Keith both were in my CAD class and we had a lot of fun together. Every day there was this kid in the class and everybody hated him. It was funny because there was this semi-Italian kid named Tony Hvisdos. He made fun of the kid like every day and I kind of felt bad for him. I tried to become friends with him but he kind of said, “fuck off” so I was like “fuck you” and joined in the making fun of him. It was funny because Keith would flirt with this girl every day and we all made fun of him and were like “get some Beamish”. He never scored with her but invented something called a special hello. She fell for it and asked him what it was. He said he would have to demonstrate. She was like Ok and he grabbed her boob and shook it up and down. That was the hardest I have ever seen somebody get slapped. No joke. So he decided that didn’t work so he invented a special goodbye, which was basically a smack in the ass. Yeah, he had a hand mark on each side of his face for a few days after that. Oh those were the good old days. I was basically the only one in CAD who actually got anything accomplished so I got straight A’s in the class. We played Halo on the flat screen projector and I got my ass kicked in it. It was fun though; we all seemed to get our asses kicked. The teacher basically verbally reamed everyone who killed him so he ended up winning a lot. He was the only teacher I know of that would come in smelling of booze and marijuana every Monday and just tells us to do whatever we wanted too and passes out at his desk. He kicked so much ass and it was great. We made Beamish go over to precision machining and get tools one day and he came back all brutalized and stuff. If I remember that right. Basically CAD and precision machining never got along but never had any brawls because the cop class was right across the hall. CAD got a sign for their room to hang out in the hall for everyone to see and people walking down the hall would jump up and touch it. Mr. Sheehy (the CAD teacher) ended up pulling one of these kids aside and just verbally reaming him to the point where nobody ever touched the sign again. This is the year when I met Brandon Kandel. Nobody liked this kid because he ran his mouth to everyone and one day he pissed me off to the point where I hacked his student account and made a bomb threat under his name. Not good for me because somebody tattled on me *cough Keith cough* and I got suspended for 10 days. That wasn’t so bad, the bad thing was being escorted off of school property in handcuffs (not black fuzzy ones either) and literally thrown in the back of a police cruiser. I sat in the PD for like 3 hours waiting for my parents to come toss my shit. I got home and my room was stripped to the walls and I had to go to court for it. I got 80 hours of community service and if kate ever saw me in the courthouse again, I would be put in DH for 10 days. I was like “fuck this, I aint going to do anything stupid like that again” so basically after I served my time outside of the school and still managed to get no grade lower than a C, I went back to school and met the coolest kid, Walker. We played magic and I found a new table of friends to sit with and hang out with. Walker is the only one I keep in touch with though. Tyler Eynon is engaged to be married, One of the kids are in a federal prison for copying US currency, the rest of them I didn’t really associate with too much after HS. I found out at the end of this year that Keith was just a little backstabbing bitch who is too afraid to do anything about it. I ended up starting my job at Giant Eagle at the beginning of this year doing carryout and cashier. That was the coolest job in the world. I worked with a lot of cool people and made enough money to put aside and buy my 1990 Celica GT for $2500 at the end of this summer. I did a lot of running around with Walker this summer and it is when I started going to PP. We would go about once a month and just sit and wait for hot girls to come over to us. I now realize that you have to make yourself presentable for anybody to come over randomly and talk to you. See, I know what I am doing. I ended up serving my 80 hours of community service and met Ryan the first day. I found out that he was a friend of Woody and played Magic so I was pretty excited about that. We had to mow grass our first day and I tell you what, that sucked royal ass. The rest of the week, I got to pick up trash off the side of roads, which really kicked ass. I had a lot of fun considering I was supposed to be punished. Ha ha bitches, what now?!? The next time I met Ryan was at PP after Walker had left for the air force.
Twelfth Grade – Thank god I am almost done writing this goddamn thing. It has taken me about 4 hours to type this much and I anticipate about another hour or two of typing. Well here it goes. The year started out awesome. I was in class with this cool girl named Jessica and a really cool guy named Alex. They were pretty cool people and I guess hanging out in class was about all the further our friendships went. I kicked so much ass in CAD it wasn’t even funny. This is the year when I mastered the program and also figured out 3dsmax and 3d home architect and Photoshop. I excel at all those programs now, which is why I have such a good job. I got straight A’s and B’s for the first time in 8 years, partially because I had more confidence in myself i flipped my Celica in November of this year and that was some scary shit! Basically, the night was rainy and foggy and I was following Walker over to his house to play Magic and video games and such. He was flying with his Beretta doing like 75/80 on back roads that I didn’t know all that well. Correction, I didn’t know these roads at all. So basically I see him about 100 feet ahead of me and all the sudden he just disappears. I was like wow; it just got really dark all of a sudden. Next thing I know, I am blinded by this pickup truck that comes flying around a blind curve on like 2 wheels. No just kidding but I swerved to the right to avoid hitting him head on. Well, my wheels got caught up in some gravel on the side of the road and ended up overcorrecting and flying my car off the edge of the road where there should have been a guardrail. My life went into slow motion at that time and I screamed like a little girl and the last thing I remember was closing my eyes and hearing this blood curdling crunching of metal and earth. I wake up to find myself upside-down just hanging like a bat with blood rushing down my face into my eyes and dripping off the top of my head. So I unfasten my seatbelt to get loose and get out of the car because I noticed smoke in the cabin of the car. Well, just turns out that it was powder from the airbag but I was still scared shitless. So I somehow put the car in park and removed the keys and just threw them somewhere. Crawling around on broken glass, I managed to find a snow scraper, which I used to try to break the windows. The only result was a broken snow scraper and a hurt wrist. I mean, I was thrusting this thing with all my force towards the windows and they wouldn’t give. So I just sat there and punched my horn so if my friend had some sense in my head and had turned around, he would hear me. He did have a brain in his head, just a very small one. He got his car stuck in a ditch turning around. Oh well AAA towed it for free. So I found my keys in my backseat and put them in the ignition and turned it to on so I could put the windows down and crawl out like a Nascar driver. I didn’t realize this but both of my doors could have been easily opened. So I get to the hospital and they evaluate me as being completely fine, just a swollen nose and they release me with 6 vikaden. Oh hell yeah, did I sleep well that night or what. I still have the other 5 somewhere. I must find them for they kicked my ass right out. So a few weeks later my parents found a Mazda 626 for me for like $1700. So after putting about $1500 into fixing the thing up, I had a car to drive. Problem was that I had work and school privileges only so that was no fun. I remember I got my first speeding ticket in April and my dad was furious. He took my car and cell phone and stuff like that. Not because I was speeding, because I got caught. And the fact that I was running around at 4 in the morning. Yeah, that sucked. So yeah, I had a graduation party that nobody came too except for this really good-looking girl Melissa and her brother Mitch who dropped her off so he didn’t really come at all. But before the party, I had graduation rehearsal and basically looked at all the rich snobby fucks from TV and laughed. Nobody had changed and still none of them would talk to me. I really didn’t care about it though. Jeremy told me not to get behind him when he left the parking lot and I didn’t understand what he had said. He peeled out of a dirt (mud because it had rained the night before) parking lot and flung mud into my car and all over the front of it. I had my sunroof open and windows down because it was the end of May. So I had to wash my car before my first day of work at Morgantown. I was really excited about it. I saved all of my paychecks for 3 months and used my graduation money to buy my now Celica. I love that car so much; I hope nothing happens to it. So basically in a year, I spent over $10,000 on cars and violations. Wow, how money can go fast.
Post High School – this is where my life really came to a good point. I worked all summer and basically put all my money into pimping out my car. I went to PP a lot after Walker left for the AF. I think he left in September; I am not too sure on that one. It turns out that Sam had a thing for him so I gave her contact information. He was really excited about that because he really liked her. She always flirted with him by making fun of his car for having mold. So basically 6 months later he comes pulling in her driveway with a 2001 Eclipse and I could see her jaw drop. That car was really sweet although I did outrun it and he got lost. We hung out for the week or so he was here and things just seemed different. I don’t think that we will ever be the same and I don’t think that Neither Sam nor Walker still have the same thoughts about one another. It is just weird how things happen like that. Well I guess I have bored you people enough with my life *yawns*. If you have specific questions about it just let me know or something like that well, peace, I’m out.
-Chris-
4/24/2005 7:22:40 PM
Oh, yes, another update on this thing.
Now, in 2006, I have been employed at Timken for over 8 months now (March), have 6 credit hours at Kent, got 10 points on my driving record, own a 99 Celica GT Liftback. Tinted windows, 5 speed, side skirts, fog lights, spoiler, blue LED's on the hood, alloy rims, kick ass stereo system, etc. (no wonder about the points), and have an apartment somewhere near my house. For all who don't know where I live, you can call to find out and we can party sometime
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Listen to a lot of trance music, stumbled upon a network drive of over 70 gig's of MP3 format songs, about 40 gig's of it being techno. Literally everything under the sun. Really kicks ass.
Fighting speeding tickets in court is very difficult. And costly. If I lose my case after they review my objections, I will owe about $300. Not to mention the 30 - 50 for the transcripts.
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