Hi! My name is Isaac Privett and here I am getting out into the world, exploring new things, and establishing the identity I will have for the rest of my life. I am starting this blog to inform people about the trials and tribulations of growing up in todays world and making decisions that will affect me for years to come.

:: Wednesday, May 05, 2004 ::

Poor Martha

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Martha Stewart (news - web sites)'s bid for a new trial was rejected by a federal judge who ruled on Wednesday the lifestyle trendsetter received a fair trial when she was convicted of lying to investigators about a suspicious stock sale.
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I actually feel sorry for Martha Stewart. I know she broke the law, but it seems like she is going to get a harsh punishment for something that doesn't seem all that bad. She did lie when asked about what she did wrong and tried to cover up what she did. However, some people have don't things that seem much more morally wrong to not get sent to jail and get on probation or do community service. What a weird justice system we have!
:: American-N-Canada 3:15 PM [+] ::
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Rocky Horror Picture Show

I walked around the corner to see a large crowd gathered at the door. It was midnight and I was somewhat surprised to see these many people out and about. I halfway expected to be one of the few people in the lecture center that night. Then again, I had no idea what I was getting myself into and really was looking for anything to do. That day hadn’t been anything special. I spent most of the day just relaxing in the comfort of my room. However, earlier that day I saw a flyer on a door that caught my attention. It had scantly clad women and said, “Rocky Horror Picture Show! Tonight at midnight in the lecture center.”

I had no idea what Rocky Horror Picture Show was but I heard some people talking about it before so I was very intrigued. I looked around at this crowd and I could see the excitement on people’s faces. “This must be a good movie” I thought. I stood there for a few moments trying to discern a familiar face from the crowd. It wasn’t long before I was approached by this mysterious girl wearing some sun glasses. I had seen her around before but we rarely talked and I couldn’t even remember her name.

She asked, “Have you seen Rocky Horror before?” I looked around to make sure I was the intended target for her words. After a few uneasy seconds I finally pointed at myself and asked, “Me?” She let out a giggle and was truly amused by my uneasiness. “Yes you.” She said. I told her that I have not and really didn’t know what Rock Horror Picture Show was. She let out a loud laugh and I wondered if this was a good thing. If it wasn’t for the fact that I wanted something interesting to do, I probably would have snuck away shortly after our exchange.

“Do you mind if I put a V on your forehead with my lipstick?” She asked. I was baffled. Why would she want to put a V on my forehead? It was then that I noticed that there were a few other people standing in the crowd with V’s marked on their forehead and I had no idea why. I figured it had to be harmless since other people seemed to have been branded and now they were chatting away with there friends seemingly without a care in the world. “Sure why not?” Was my reply. She then marked a quick V on my forehead and moved on to the next person.

It was right about then that a few of my friends came around the corner. I greeted them and we stood there chatting a few minutes. They laughed when they saw that I had been branded with the mysterious, red V but I shrugged it off.

It wasn’t long before they opened the doors and everyone was seated. I was starting to get a little nervous. I heard some rumors murmured around the room that they were going to do something to the people with the V’s on their forehead but I had no idea what. There were some scantily clad women standing down in front with cans of whipped cream. I also noticed that near the door was a guy with a plastic baseball bat. It was hard to take in all the new visual information that was flooding into my eyes.

Before I could take it all in, a tall, thin girl stood up in the front. She had long brown hair and was wearing only lingerie and a hat. She told everyone to be quiet and instructed all the people with a V on their forehead to come down to the front of the room. Everyone in the room screamed, “Virgins!” and began to cheer. The room was stadium seated so I had to fight my way past all the people seated to make my way to the front. I finally got there and they lined us all up in the front. There were about twenty of us and they all looked as confused as me. One of the girls with the whipped cream can walked down the line counting off, “One two one two one two.” I was a two. I wondered what that meant.

They then told all the ones to go over to go over to the guy with the bat. I breathed a sigh of relief for not having to be a one. I didn’t even know what they would have to do but I didn’t care just as long as it wasn’t me. One of the girls with the whipped cream can ducked outside the door and grabbed something. The room erupted in cheers and I couldn’t help but laugh when I saw what the object was. It was a pink phallus of a piñata!

They instructed each of the ones to take one “whack” at the piñata until it busted and for everyone to pick up the candy with their teeth. One hit and the piñata showed no signs of damage. Second hit and there was a noticeable dent in this pink phallus of doom. The crowd booed in anticipation. On the third hit all the contents of the phallus spilled on to the floor. We then picked it all up with our teeth to the immense pleasure of the on looking crowd.

They then lined us up and had us kneel on the floor. The girls forfeited their cans of whipped cream to the guy that had the bat. He proceeded to move down the line holding the can at a level just below the waist and sprayed whipped cream in the virgins’ mouths. I believe that was the worst tasting whipped cream I have ever tasted. It was normal whipped cream of course but I guess it was the psychological aspect that made it very unpleasant. The crowd started chanting, “Swallow! Swallow!” with every spray and all we could do was swallow.

I thought this was all they would make us do, but just as that crossed my mind the tall, thin girl with the hat said they had one last thing for us to do. I let out a sigh at this point. However, the crowd just couldn’t get enough. “Think of your favorite cartoon character.” She said. At first I thought of Marvin the Martian but I decided on Michelangelo from my favorite childhood cartoon, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. She then said, “Now fake an orgasm as that character.” I just about died right there! “How does a turtle have an orgasm?” I wondered. I tried my best and the crowd’s screams were deafening. After a minute she told us that was good and for us to return to our seats. That was just the beginning of one of the most bazaar nights of my life…

:: American-N-Canada 10:58 PM [+] ::
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Archive fixed

I noticed that my archive was broken so now it should be fixed. I looked at my writing in the beginning I am blown away at the differences!
:: American-N-Canada 9:16 PM [+] ::
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A Night To Be Remembered

I worte this a couple days ago and thought I would share:

I walked down the path lost in thought. I could hear the laughs and music in the distance. Almost the entire campus was at prom and having a wonderful time from the sound of it. Everyone except for me of course. However, I had myself and that is all that I needed.

The only other sounds out this night were the sound of the frogs out in mass and the sound of my flip-flops hitting the pavement. It was such a peaceful night. It was just one of those nights where I could walk for hours lost in the ocean of thought and wondering where my mind would drift next. Not this night. This was to be another short walk that I often took when the weather was right. I had alot to think about and I have found that walks are the perfect conduit for my personal endeavors.

I thought about why I disliked formal occasions and why they made my skin crawl. I thought why for just one night I couldn't surrender and sacrafice my personal comfort for the entertainment of my friends. I mean it wouldn't kill me to show up and just stand there while everyone had a good time. People would come up to me and ask me if I was having fun. I would politely nod my head and say yes to not spoil the mood. People would come up to me and ask me to dance but I would cordially decline their offer. They would then leave and go find a partner willing to dance with them leaving me there again alone by myself in some random corner.

I mean that didn't sound like it would kill me but I would not be having a good time. No! I had to stand firm for myself for a change. For once I would do what I wanted and not be uncomfortable this evening. I was alone. Just the way I like it. There wasn't anyone trying to take advantage of my kindness. There wasn't anyone there to poke fun at my appearence thinking I wouldn't notice. There wasn't anyone there to make false accusations to who the person I really was. Only I know who I am! Yes, I was alone. Just me and the sound of my flip-flops and I was content.

I was content with myself. I was content with my place in the world. I was content because for once I was actually alone and I could be the person I really was. My mind could have rambled on forever off on some tangent or other if it weren't for a sudden movement near my feet.

It was a toad! I knew it was an American Toad from my experiences in one of my biology classes. I chuckled. Here was this toad at my feet hopping on its merry way and I thought I knew so much. However, I knew not where that toad was going. I knew not what was going on inside that brain. I knew not what that toad thought of me. I realized how little I actually knew. I looked around. There on the ground was a furry little catterpillar. Off in the distance was a rabit munching on some grass. It was watching me intently to be sure that I would not sneak up on it. I had opened up my eyes and realized I was really not alone. I looked around to see a world busy as if it were day. Then and there I realized I would never be alone...
:: American-N-Canada 9:02 PM [+] ::
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