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2008-02-22T01:40:40Z

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A SHOCKING EXPOSE

2008-02-18T13:31:31Z

I'm trapped. HELP. Honestly, the past week got me thinking that maybe I should just go crawl in a corner with my guitar and not come out until I've written a song. Seriously, when I get home, I'm taking out the pencil and the notebook and just writing emo poetry.

But I'm still never going to cut. EVER. The hair(which is horribly failing) and the music will likely be the only things to change about me.

My Soul In Print 2

2008-02-17T03:00:23Z

First, I feel I should explain the terminology.

Rape Closet: a forensics specialty. It's an area where someone is pushed against a wall and stared down at ridiculously close range... passionately. This was originally used to freak me out. I never got involved in this

RIDICULOUS FLIRTING TO FREAK ME OUT: exactly what it sounds like

Dickey Face: faces I make when they freak me out

Anyways, onto the motivation...

So we got on the bus to come back from State Quals for Congress, and I move to the back of the bus with two of my friends; one male, one female. They could pretty much be considered best friends, even. They start out sitting in the same seat, which is totally fine. That's normal. Then she leans back on him, also normal, considering the Rape Closet thing. Then I look over and see them staring into each other's eyes... It's getting kinda weird... Then he pecks her on the cheek a few times... By now I'm REALLY confused. Then, after hearing the end of the song that the bus driver was listening to on the radio(Revolutionary Etude, to be exact), I look over to them and see that they are kissing. No, no tongues, no ridiculous movie rapture with moaning, but a simple silent kiss. Then they look over and see me with a classic Dickey Face on, and bust out laughing. I asked why they didn't seem freaked out about this. They reminded me that I had always watched the Rape Closet, and that they had been used to it. Then they mentioned that if I hadn't been so freaked out, they most likely would've stopped doing that. But now they weren't doing it to freak me out. They kissed about 4 more times before we got home. The last one, which started when we got past the middle school, lasted about a minute. Honestly, I've been thinking since then...

Love isn't candy or flowers. Love isn't sex or intense tongue hockey. It's people who can't stand the thought of life without each other. It's the felling that you get whenever a girl lays her head on your shoulder, or the guy puts his arm around your waist. It's when you realize that all the expensive gifts in the world can't make up for the feeling that you got when that person was in your arms. Love... IS all you need... and food and water and shelter and shit, but who gives a fuck about that, honestly

This honest moment was brought to you by ridiculous amounts of sugar and a lack of sleep.

Weirdest Week EVER

2008-02-15T13:23:23Z

Monday: 2 Hour Delay.

Tuesday: No school.

Wednesday: PSSA's were cancelled because not enough Juniors showed up.

Thrusday: PSSA's actually happened. Weird schedule.

Friday: A Junior offed himself and now PSSA's are cancelled...

HONESTLY WHAT THE HELL

PSSA'a were supposed to happen for Juniors Tuesday through Thursday, but now they're going on a really messed up schedule. Also, NO ONE HAS THEIR FUCKING HOMEWORK DONE

And if that's not bad enough, my dad totally freaked out on me this morning because I don't like congress.

EDIT: I just found out that the kid that comitted suicide used to wrestle on the Rec team...

:MEGAEDIT: He died because of something involving heroin, but suicide was not in his intentions.

Da Breakdown Along With A Generic Long Post

2008-02-12T20:20:00Z

Honestly, I'm not that apathetic. Honestly, how can someone in the Oratory category of forensics be apathetic? I hear inspirational speeches every weekend. It's just a cool sounding band name. Anyways, here's a breakdown(which I never posted) of the people I interact with frequently.

SKOOL PPL:

Spencer: Been a close friend since 7th grade. Ridiculously intelligent.

Austin: Also friend since 7th. May be referred to as Dustin the highschool dropout.

Eduardo: It's just... Eduardo. He just failed.

Timmy: It's just... Timmy.

Parker: TUBE OF CIVILIZATION

Anna: I kill you. I kill you dead. Like with a rock... or something.

Andrew: Honestly, his arm is probably falling off because of how much I punch him...

FORENSICS PPL:

Jeff: He is 1337. Simple enough.

Seana: She came up with my new nickname, Spasm Gasm Pigeon. Makes funny sounds when poked.

Shelby: It's Shelby lolz. She's da craziest.

Erin: Formerly known as Gimpy. When the bar fell and slid down the hill, we kinda pretended it didn't happen.

Emma: The one with the Sex Book. Indeed, that is epic.

Bobby: Seriously epic moments.

Manasa: NO I'M NOT CALLING YOU FAT

FAMILY:

Bob: Brother. And he's cooler than your brother.

Becky: Crazy cousin. If she lived in Pittsburgh, she'd fit in with the same group I'm in now.

INTARWEB:

CJ: The first kid I ever gained friendship status with on the internet.

Munsie: Cool guy. My long-time SM rival.

Tenox: SWEDEN. He is full of win and graphics genius.

Thanh: He's just plain... Awesome.

I think I covered most of the people.

Anyways...

FRIDAY:

Schoolday: BORING AS FUCC

Tourney: This is where it got fun. I wandered around the parking lot for 20 minutes looking for my mother. It was cold. I got the suit and changed in the handicapped bathroom stall... THAT DOESN'T FUCKING CLOSE. The suit looked good, red tie, etc.

Round 1: Did ok. The bell rang, so I stopped and the judge, along with many speakers, smirked at the sound. Fairly decent round.

Round 2: Did ok. Miles(not our frontman, this guy actually plays a guitar) mentioned Uncle Tom getting kicked in the nuts, and me and the other guy in the room couldn't stop laughing.

Round 3: GOOD GOD THOSE SQUEAKY HEATERS ARE FUCKING ANNOYING I did ok.

Post Round 3 Break(around 8:30): Got back and realized that they had no pizza. They also ran out of nacho cheese... Sad face. Skittles and the GRAPE date rape drugs ended the night.

SATURDAY:

Round 4: Average first round of the day.

Round 5: FUCKING AWESOME. I got some encouragement and did :ver ridic: Also, we all kinda got along really well.

Post Round 5: 5 hours of wandering around campus. Here's what happened...

Me, Seana, Jeff, and Erin go outside, and Jeff and Seana climb a tree. Eventually that ends and we run behind Building 4. Jeff tries to throw glass at me. Seana walks down a hill. She can't get back up. Jeff detaches a giant fucking rod from a nearby fence(which, by the way, belongs to the school), and pulls her up. Me and Erin kinda walked away, so we wouldn't get caught... So we went up the snake ramp and saw Seana and Jeff run past. We had no clue where they were going, but really we didn't care... At the moment at least. We went looking for them about... 5 minutes later, when it began to rain. We found them behind building 3, With Seana leaning against a wall with Jeff holding her there. Most people would about face and pretend they didn't see that, but we went to talk to them. After a while, we went back to the cafeteria, for lack of anything better to do... But we never went in. Instead, Shelby joined us, and we walked over to the gazeebo and froze our asses off with people from other schools for about a half-hour. Then Seana AwKwArD StArFiSh'ed Mike and the lens popped out of his glasses. Then we found a tampon behind one of the bushes... how lovely... Then we went back inside and relaxed until awards. Then afterwards, we cleaned up and everyone went home.

SUNDAY:

Nothing much...

MONDAY:

Pds. 7, 8, & 9: The hypnotist came in. I sat near Jeff, Seana, Emma, Timmy, Eduardo, and Travis. There was lots of sleeping. In reality, the guy was supposed to be a motivational speaker, but he didn't talk too much... whatever...

GOD THAT TOOK A WHILE

I'M GLAD I'M DONE

wait, no I'm not

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there, NOW i'm done

BITCH

Day 5/6: Another missed post...

2008-01-28T16:02:19Z

I woke up again at about 7:30 when my mom got me up. I felt like hell... Then boring stuff... Then Guitar Hero III... Then sleep. I woke at 10:00, and went to the bathroom. There was something weird going on, though... I felt like I would fall with every step I took. It was a feeling of sheer terror, but I made it to the bathroom, where I felt normal again. I went back to sleep and woke again the next day...

�� Woke at 5:45. Took my temperature... 102.5... I guess I'm not going to school today... I took some Emergen-C and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. Anyways, that brings me to now, where I'm blowing my nose, sneezing, and coughing(which hurts, by the way). My parents think that I might have pneumonia... This sucks. :(

Day 4: Forensico

2008-01-27T10:35:56Z

Yesterday started off miserably... I had to wake up at 5:30 to catch the bus to Mercer that left at 6:00. We stopped at McDonald's and I had a McGriddle... I didn't know that there was syrup involoved. It actually tasted kinda good. Then when we got there, I bought a pizza ticket. Then we had the opening assembly. Boring. Then, Round One. I did all right, I guess. Then, Round Two. (See Round One) Then Round Three. (See Round Two) It was kinda fun. Lunch was freaking awesome. They had this soup... I don't even know how to describe it... Whatever. No one broke. On the ride home, we stopped for some reason... It was Mike's birthday, so we all got pizza. My ballots... Surprisingly good. I didn't get any lasts. Then, my dad bought McDonald's on the way home. I had a shake... No food, though. Anyways... After we ate when we got home, I messed around on the PC a little, then crashed at 7:00. Yes, you read right. But, here's the fun part...

�� I just woke up, (it's 4:30 now) and I couldn't talk. It hurts ridiculously bad to cough at all... And I sway like a drunk when I walk. I tried to scream "I'm dying", but it came out as a vague whisper. Not to mention that I'm the only one awake. If I don't get better soon, I get out of church. :) ...but that also means no going to Miles' today... I'm really praying that this Emergen-C will pull through for me, even though it tastes horrible...

Day 3: A Ray of Hope...

2008-01-25T20:45:28Z

Homeroom: Nothing really.

Pd. 1: Moar singing.

Pd. 2: Up, up, down, down.

Pd. 3: Aced the vocab quiz.

Pd. 4: A test that I didn't know about. Hopefully, no phailing was involved. Abe ripped my TTFAF pass picture. That jerk...

Pd. 5: The yogurt tasted like crap. THE CAKE IS STILL A LIE.

Pd. 6: The card game in Spanish. Kinda fun...

Pd. 7: Exploding Goldfish crackers and Tim thinking that they actually had rights.

Pd. 8: Sacajawea. Discussion of "the corner".

Pd. 9: Notes.

Forensics Meeting: FREAKIN' AWESOME. Computer use, reciting of the pieces, and me mentioning ripped jeans when I try to do a split. Have to wake up at 5:30 tomorrow to catch a bus for Mercer. The joys of forensics...

Day 2: An True Hero is Born

2008-01-24T20:46:50Z

Homeroom:�Manage Dickey.

Pd. 1: Singing.

Pd. 2: LAST DAY OF SWIMMING. ALLELUIA!! *ahem* I didn't use exclamation points.

Pd. 3: More boring stuff.

Pd. 4: Warm-Up Quiz. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORING.

Pd. 5: It turns out that the whole yogurt thing was actually tomorrow... *disappointment*

Pd. 6: Boring. Notes, homework, etc.

Pd. 7: More indistinct conversations and punching Andrew.

Pd. 8: Worksheets and Parker actually grew a pair and punched me. I'm shocked.

Pd. 9: Watched a video we'd seen before in Science 9.

Now I'm at forensics with four people watching me as I type this... Creepy. ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT!

Priceless Homeroom Moments

2008-01-24T13:21:21Z

Dickey(D): Oh yeah, I forgot I could validate your account from here...

Eduardo(E): Cool.

D: Alright, you're validated...

E: Nice.

D: Oh wait... Gotta make you an Admin... Done.

E: COOL.

D: Alright, you go up to the corner and click "Write a new post". Then click where it says "Manage Dickey"...

E: *busts out laughing*

D: What?

E: "MANAGE DICKEY"... *more laughing*

My Soul In Print

2008-01-24T00:45:50Z

You kids that can break cell phones and get a new one by snapping your
fingers... You kids that can get elected as the class president, but
have no intention on actually doing anything while you're in office...
You kids that complain about your teacher not giving you an extra
credit opportunity when you neglected to take up the first chance
because you didn't need it at the time... Realize your luck. You were
born of parents that cared enough to spoil you. You were born not
having to know what responsibility could do for you in your future. You
never knew that repeated carelessness eventually would cause pain. If
only you could step back and look into your life through the eyes of
someone less fortunate. If only you knew what suffering actually was,
instead of believing that a day without a cell phone was a sign of the
apocalypse. If only you knew that talking to someone to cope with your
feelings would be more effective than drinking yourself into a coma. If
only you knew that talking to that quiet kid that everyone called a
"goth freak" would've actually prevented him from committing suicide.
Learn to care. Learn to appreciate. Learn... to love.

Welcome.

2008-01-22T22:45:57Z

Congrats, you've managed to gather up enough courage(or stupidity) to come here to the APG Blogsite. Don't ask me how you got here, or why for that matter. Either way, thanks for coming.

Despite the name and the fact that the text you are reading is depressingly basic, I'll have you know that we are NOT an emo band. Screaming is rare, simply because we're not hardcore enough yet. We are currently a cover band because are musical influences truly haven't taken root yet.(It's probably Iron Maiden. ;D) You could describe us as the most awkward little things you've ever heard, or you could just acknowledge that we're a bunch of ~~stupid~~ intellectual teenagers.

At the moment, APG consists of:

Frontman: Miles Heasley

Guitarists: Abby Fox and David Dickey

Drummer: Tim Graham

Bassist: Willie Edwards

This was just so you could get the basic idea of who we are.

With ~~love~~ apathy,

Dickey