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Number two, what is your name?
My name is Owen, and I would rather people called me Jack. But, seeing as no one has for the past thirteen and a half years, I won't get my hopes up. Nobody really cool is named Jack. I want my name to be Thurl. That's a cool name: Thurl. It commands respect. It's dignified, masculine. All the things I try so hard to be. Maybe I shouldn't have written that.
I am a fan of a 1970s rock group called Steely Dan. They're old now. Walter Becker is bald. And sweaty. Donald Fagen is still the epitome of cool. (epi-to-mee) Not (epi-tome). Lots of people confuse that. Many people often pronounce the "t" in "oiften." Very few people spell it with an "i." I, however, am lazy, and running out of material, so I left in that extra character. And look at all I have written about it. I knew it would work.
I have a brother, named Trevor. He is autistic. So, if I see you calling someone retarded, anywhere at all, even if they are, I will hurt you. Badly. So much you won't recognize yourself in a mirror. Hopefully, that will be an improvement.
Seeing as I could write for hours on end about absolutely nothing, I'm going to start a column about my life. It will probably bore you to death, but maybe it won't. Maybe I have a stalker who wants to know all of this stuff. That would be cool. On second thought, it would be scary.
If for some reason you wonder what I look like, I have long-ish black hair that sticks out in all directions known to man, I wear a black jacket even in ninety-degree weather, and am always in jeans, be they blue or black.
I'm about to hit the end of the page. Talk to you later.
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Hey, I updated two out of three days. I haven't done that since last June. I think this is enough to merit an entire new column, don't you? It's a rhetorical question, Maria, whom I mentioned because she left a comment (hint).
I want to know if readership on this site is as high as it was July 2003 (where I had an average of 5 readers a day). If you read this column, please comment in the guestbook. I will take the information and adjust updates accordingly. The future is up to you.
I'm leaving for San Diego in a couple of hours, and thought I would put up a farewell post, as I'm not going to be here for a couple of days. And if I mentioned anything about a big last-day-of-summer get-together, either forget it, or plan it yourselves, I'm not here Monday.
Who Wants to be a Millionaire - Play It!, the only reason to visit Disney's California Adventure, in my opinion, has closed its doors. I promise, this is the last time I mention this online. I'm looking for filler. Now I remember why I stopped doing this daily.
I'm in a creative slump, as you can tell by this post, which is simply a catch-all of gags I haven't used in xanga entries, IMs, and the like.
I'm fourteen years old, I like the movies of Sofia Coppola, I enjoy candlelit dinners and game shows. I routinely lose my wallet and the book I'm currently reading. I love The Silence of the Lambs, and can't stand Disney direct-to-video sequels.
You see how I can ruin a perfectly good post with mindless details on my boring life? It's fun.
Yours,
-Owen
DCA Hours: 10:00 AM-9:00 PM
California tumbles into the sea
That'll be the day I go back to Annandale
Tried to warn you about Chino and Daddy G
But I can't seem to get to you through the U.S. Mail
Well, I hear the whistle but I can't go, I'm gonna take her down to Mexico
She said "whoa, no, Guadalajara won't do, now"
Well, I did not think the girl could be so cruel...and I'm never going back to my old school.
