Maximilian Arthur Goodman

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I made the play!

I had the best freaking Spring Break ever. Sure, I didn't do much, just lounged around, hung out with Peej and Bobby. The usual. Boarding some with P&B, surfing some with Hayden, eating a lot. All in all, I think I had a better time doing that than the year dad and I went to Cancun. Well, to start things off, Dad was there. And that was like humiliation central of course. Don't get me wrong. Dad means well. He's just...... ugh... I don't want to talk about it. It stresses me out just thinking about it. He did call though, which was cool of him. He worries about me, but I remind him that he's not here. So, it's really all good. Don't mean to be harsh, but yeah.... it's the way things are.

Still don't know if I got that part in that musical. The last one was actually pretty cool. I was kind of skeptical about it, but it went off without a hitch! It's sort of thrilling to be on stage like that. I've done it a few times but not to such a large audience. Plus, I didn't have a six string strapped on, so I was already feeling naked. My guitar is like my security blanket. I just can't go up on a stage without it and not feel empty, alone. Weird stuff.

Anyway, I told the peeps down at the grocery store that I was going home to visit dad. That means I got the whole week off. Slamming, I know. But then, this idiot cash register dude comes up to me and was like, "I TOTALLY SAW YOU SPLITTING THE WAVES OUT THERE, MAN!"




Needless to say, I got a talking to. THANKS, MORON ON CASH REGISTER NUMBER FIVE! I HOPE SOMEONE GIVES YOU A REALLY HARD TIME TODAY!

Jerkoff.

HAYDEN CANDID!!!!!!!

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I think I'm going to puke.

Animated Beans is off the hook! I was chilling there today with Peej and Bobby, and I have got to say that I'm impressed. Gus really did a slamming job on the place. Good deal, G. And has anyone else noticed that sweet ramp up in the back? My board was just itching to Benihana off that thing. The coffee is great too. I heard some people talking about it. I didn't get any, since I'm not much of a fan of the stuff. It makes me twitchy, and bad things happen when I'm twitchy. I did try the Strawberry Iced Tea, and that was good. The bacon, egg and cheese sandwich wasn't bad either. Plus, we got to surf the web on Peej's laptop. The place is top-notch in my opinion.

It's too bad I already have a job in the Underworld at the supermarket. Maybe when I get really fed up with the place, I'll see if there's a slot open at Animated Beans. Though, I'm not so sure I'll be good at making food. I might end up poisoning people. I just know I can pack it.

We also practiced a bit, just some of the solos and things that needed work. I think Bobby's trying to find us a gig. Walt Disney help us all. Hopefully, he'll come up with something normal decent. Last time, we went to a nursing home. That was.... basically a disaster. We were apparently too loud for them. Heh. I think one of the dude's hearing aid popped when my guitar hit a particularly loud note in the middle of my solo. I apologized and told him I'd buy him a new one. He called me Frank and walked away asking about his dentures.

Yeah. I don't know.

I before E except after C or when sounding like A as in neigh.

There, Their, They're.

Prepositions are anywhere a mouse can go.

It's a small world after all.

Commas are used when listing a series of things or when separating clauses.

Semi-colons are only used when separating two independent clauses (clauses that can stand by themselves) or a complex list such that commas only may confuse: Orlando, Florida; Hollywood, California; Honolulu, Hawaii

Pants were never made to catch on fire.

Whomever is objective, while whoever is subjective. When in doubt, check to see if the subject is expressed. In this case, whomever always applies. She went to the store with whomever she could find. Subject is expressed (second she). She loves whoever sent her that Valentine's Day gram. Subject is not expressed.

I'm not looking forward to Saturday aka Singles Awareness Day.

Pronouns take the place of a noun.

Conjunctions hook up words, phrases and clauses.

Interjections are usually set apart from a sentence by an exclamation point or by a comma when the feeling is not as strong.

And now that we've gotten into School House Rock, I think it's time to take my dorkdom elsewhere.

Peace.

So, there was this fine babe at the coffee shop today. (I wasn't eating anything, just sitting there reading.) But I was so totally in the zone. Went over to her, asked if I could sit down, started talking. We spent the whole afternoon like that, talking and laughing. It was almost as if we'd known each other our entire lives. Every single word out of her mouth was pure bliss. Every smile was like the sunrise. Every flip of the hair sent a whirlwind of her exquisite perfume over to ravish my senses. I was in heaven without ever leaving the earth. Though I knew it wouldn't last forever still. So, I asked where she was headed. I wanted to know exactly where this fiery vixen was going, so I could imagine her figure dancing through the streets singing praises to the day and to life itself. She was the east and the west and the sun and no line from Shakespeare could touch her, for she was mine all mine. And as I leaned forward to ensure that she would never again be away from me...



I woke up, realized I'd slept through two classes, my meeting with Peej, dinner, and the whole place was closing down all around me. The girl I was staring at from across the room was with another guy, and I was such a wank that I totally punked out and failed miserably to go over and talk to her before she left, only to come back to my room to an array of missed calls and frantic voicemail messages from my insane father telling me that he locked his keys in the car while the car was still on, and it rolled into someone's house.......... AGAIN!



Worst. Day. Ever.

My dad dropped his cell phone in the toilet.........again. I'm not sure whether to be happy that it's gone so he doesn't have to call me eighty THOUSAND times a day, or upset at the fact that I bought him that cell phone after the last one flew out of his pocket while riding The Hulk and now THIS ONE'S CRAP TOO! He called me from Peej's dad's house and told me that whenever he presses the number 4, it starts calling uncle von Goodman in Germany. Weird, dad, for real.

On a lighter note, I honestly love having internet on my phone. During that whole, boring Psych lecture, I was google searching electric guitars. I've decided that some guitars look really cool, while others, just look strange. I need a new one though. Mine is all sorts of old-looking.

Well, better get back to work.

Paper? Or plastic? How about... less cell phone abuse? Yeah, that works.

( some people settle for the typical thing )