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Thursday, November 24th, 2005

Time:12:59 pm.
Mood: thankful.
My mood says it all - it's thanksgiving! Time to engourge myself on some turkey and cranberry sauce!

School...what can one say about school? German has begun to shape up, and my comprehension of the language remains intact. A few weeks ago I attended a seminole county language festival with a motley brigade of german-speaking freshmen and sophomores. In the beginning any hopes of talking with there guys seemed nigh, but eventually we all got to bullshitting amongst ourselves. One of the students was actually a native, and her mother had accompanied her there; she spoke german for the duration of the trip, and I could actually understand everything she said. It definately helped me with understanding spoken german more comfortably.

The rest of school has stammered on with various results. T.V. production is gratifying and liberating in that we essentially construct our own schedules. Math blows. The other classes give my pencil facility for a few hours, and serve no other purpose. My apathy worries me sometimes. I know that my mood says I am thankful and must then be happy; don't get me wrong, I am grateful and happy, but I can't stop myself from thinking that I pass up so many advantageous possibilites. I posses the enormous talent of duping hoards of innocent people into friendship and ditching them at the curb in half the time. They usually give me a quizzical look as I speed away and they feel the hardness of the concrete sink in. It would be so much easier if I lived for those crushing stares.
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Monday, April 18th, 2005

Time:9:32 pm.
Mood: pensive.
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Saturday, August 14th, 2004

Subject:And he left as soon as he came...
Time:8:45 pm.
Charley has finally left, leaving its trail of pieces for us to pick up. Scattered all across my lawn were limbs of trees, twigs, and more limbs. Mr. hurricane toppled over my fence, our immediate neighbor's fence and three trees, one of which is residing on our roof. It tool all morning and into the noon hours to clear the front lawn. Happy Friday the Thirteenth, everyone!

Because of Charley power went out for a number of hours but returned before sunrise, which was nice. To make up for time spent cooped up inside, I went out to see avp, which was alright. It had some loose ends and, believe it enough, not enough mindless violence. Come on, its called Alien VERSUS Predator...I don't think its wrong to expect much from a movie with a title like that.

And now DSl is finally back on line. For the longest time it was disabled, but now all is right and settled. And if you'll excuse me, there's a certain stairway to heaven that needs my ear's undivided attention.
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Wednesday, August 11th, 2004

Subject:I absolutely love this song...a masterpiece
Time:9:37 pm.
You are Lateralus. You are unique, intelligent, and
most importantly, an individual. You are
probably a leader and you see and do things
your own way, which is usually different from
the norm. We expect big things to come from

What Tool song are you?
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Monday, May 24th, 2004

Time:8:39 pm.
dukeofshadows is a radioactive squirrel!!


From Go-Quiz.com

Just thought you all should know.
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Sunday, February 8th, 2004

Subject:A little something
Time:10:15 pm.
Mood: melancholy.
I wish the sun could be setting forever
So for all the minutes we are forced to drag through
We can simply forget our worries for that one brief moment the beautiful golds and oranges was over us
And we get lost in their brilliant light
Granted, some may say man grows old of seeing the same show indefinately
But beauty should never be taken for granted
If anyone ever gets tired of the setting sun, that's their loss
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Tuesday, January 20th, 2004

Subject:The Procrastination Monologue
Time:12:03 pm.
Hey everyone! I should be writing my conclusion to my speech in Bushido, but I don't care! I'm procrastinating! I'm gonna see the procrastination song! ::sings the song:: Ok, I'm done. And I'm gonna blather some more until I get caught and am forced to stop. How's the weather over there? It's pretty good here in the media center...sunny, with %20 chance of rain and a 100% chance of PROCRASTINATION! Haha!! Isn't it funny? I bet you all think it is. Or at least you better...not that any of you are able to argue, seeing as you all are in your stuffy, crowded, boring classrooms listening to boring lectures to your boring teachers. I bet you ALL wish you were where I am...a comfy office chair, in a pleasantly air-conditioned room with a keyboard at my fingers, and a project on my desk...which I am neglecting to do, since i have chosen to PROCRASTINATE! it's kind of hard to do, though, since these are crap computers with crappy keyboards. you know, those ones where there is no space between the "a" key and the "Caps lock" key? I've had to uncaps lock this computer like 20 times! Now don't think I'm stupid...It's crossed my mind to simply not use words containing the "a" key, but that would be stupid. And I couldn't type good words like "and" and "that" which everyone knows are crucial words of the human language. I could make a space in the "caps lock" key by defiling the keyboard, but that would be defiling the keyboard, which is under vandalism at my school. One time a kid threw a keyboard out of a two-story window. The police came in to investige, and he was in trouble. I'd do that right now just for kicks, but then I wouldn't be able to type anymore...hence, I couldn't continue to PROCRASTINATE! I was almost unable to procrastinate at all...these stupid computers require passwords to log into the system so kids won't use them to do anything stupid...imagine me doing something stupid with a school keyboard; can you picture me doing something as vile as that? Anyway, I had lost my password, so I went to the front of the media center to find it in their database. Now believe me, this was not the first time I've lost my password...just last week I had done the same thing. But there I was again, lonely and without a computer password. So I went to the lady at the desk and asked, "Can you please look up my password again?" She gave me a funny look; I thought that look meant the end of my days (you, she may have been able to smite me on the spot with a bolt of lightning ...you never know with those creepy media center ladies). But she then smiled and said "Sure! I breathed a sigh of relief, looked her in the eye, and said "Horn." She went to work quickly, opened her book and browsed for my name. She eventually looked up from her mammoth book, and said "Is your name Scott?" I gave her a funny look quite similar to the one she gave me minutes ago (surely she had remembered me from the last time I forgot my password!) As an answer to my question, she responded "Yes, I remember you! You better keep a hold of it this time!" I smiled back, and said "yeah...I'll staple it to the inside of my binder this time!." I began to walk away and continued to hear her mumble to herself, "Yeah...staples in binders..hehe." I didn't like her snikering, but I really didn't care...I proceded to find a computer and imput my new-found password, and then began to PROCRASTINATE! And that led me to where I am now...looking around, typing on a crap computer with a crappy keyboard. Wait a minute...is that the bell I hear? It is! I suppose I should get my backpack and move onto my next and final class, Biology. I don't like that class, but oh well: maybe I can PROCRASTINATE! there, too.
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Wednesday, January 14th, 2004

Time:10:17 pm.
Opertunity disolves itself
As the hands of time go slowly ticking by
I'll dare you to try to tell
The seconds from the minutes as they fly
By you face and mine so close that I can almost see
The words appear between the lines in their uncertainty
What move is next for me to make?
Perhaps these words can tell
Me what exactly I am looking for

I caught you in a photograph
You smile never seems to fade with time
But how long will that smile last?
I can't help but guess that you are getting tired
I tried to tear that picture apart of you so long ago
But your smile won't bear to shred and my sadness only grows
Stop staring deep
Stop staring long into my darkest hour
I'd watch you burn but I haven't got the heart to start a fire

Fallen Possibilities
Collect about and stare me in the eye
they lead me to a door and then
They tell me what lies on the other side
A key is clasped in my two hands and the possibilities subside
Leaving nothing more besides what I'm forced to deside
I'm yearning what
Am I yearning wrong for something I can't see?
I guess the only way I'll ever know is
If I give into possibility
Approch this door I'm told about
Grab onto the knob, and turn the key...
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Saturday, January 3rd, 2004

Subject:My mind emptied on a table
Time:8:41 pm.
I’ve been searching so long through all of my books, but thus far no answers have come for my questions
Torn pages litter the floor of my miniscule apartment, and I can’t find where they belong
They all read the same, in a language I can’t discern
And I can’t help but feel I’ve been looking in the wrong place all this time for answers for my questions
They’re hungry and need to be feed, but I can’t seem to manage even for myself
The only foods I can find are these sheets of paper strewn about my existence
Nailed to my walls and plastered in my eyes and everywhere I happen to turn
Over the years I’ve given up on pulling them down

Shattered glass and broken windows fall around me and I can’t stop the rain
I can feel my head cave in as the roof above me gives way
Scattered torn pages disperse farther from my reach and fly out my door
In one desperate moment I grasp the remnants of a mirror I forgot all this time in my pocket
Speckled with my tears and my blood, I can see the answer in my own eyes
Just in time I have the knowledge I’ve desired since the day I was born
As the hail and lightning strike me down and spell the words out before me

The definition of failure is in my own eyes
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Sunday, December 14th, 2003

Subject:Poem...and the dinner
Time:9:20 pm.
One world is never only one
Within it lie a million others
Stored in a bottle behind your eyes
You desperately try to discard
Filled with orbs of water finely crafted
Painted with all the sorrows and hardshipes of human existance
Whoever thought that pain could be so beautiful?
Dripping from the flaws in your mask
Dropping onto a spotted sheet of paper
Speckled with the tears of a generation
Can you read the sadness upon it?
Frame it on a wall
As the beautiful work of art it is
Save it
It'll be worth something someday

LUCY IS REALLY HOT! Ok, now that that news is out of the way, today was pretty uneventful. Lazed around, loafing, and working on homework, and getting ready for the dinner today. The dinner was very nice, of course, and Lucy was, um...I've already covered that. But it was all good. Just wish I was able to hit the pinata, along with getting a few other things accomplished. Oh well, there's always another day.
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Monday, November 24th, 2003

Subject:"Nothing from nowhere, I'm no one at all..."
Time:8:32 pm.
Mood: bouncy.
This is a line from my new favorite band (yes, trivium and metallica have been dethroaned), afi. I have forced Katie to listen to them, you all are next! Seriously, though, these guys are extremly talented; I'd advise any of their cds to anyone.

Guesswho has contacts? Scott's got contacts. Guess who got straght As on their progress report? Scott got straight As on his report card. He is quite happy about this. But he is also upset because he is missing his Lucy 8^(. Fooknuckles, its only been three or four days! Funny thing is, everytime I pick up a phone, I dial her number automatically and realise she isn't back yet. I need to get a handle on that.

Best lyric ever(or one of them):
I watch the stars as they fall from the sky
I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now, as they cry"
-afi "Death of Seasons"

And also, I have learned much to my dissmay that if I publish any of my poems anywhere (fictionpress counts), a publishing company won't publish them because they have already been "seen before." So I am sorry to report all of my poems have been taken off of fictionpress.com. Sniffle.

And with that, I bid you adeui.
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Wednesday, November 12th, 2003

Time:8:47 pm.
Mood: cheerful.
Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying(::coughbullcrapcough:: Loves to be alone(more bullcrap). Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems(uh, no). Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.

Hey, for te most part, this is pretty accurate!

In other news, its good to be able to get home at a regular time. Thats always nice. Besides that, not much has been going on. Can't wait til the amazin race 2!!
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Saturday, November 8th, 2003

Time:2:08 am.
Mood: lonely.
"How sad
And this is what your life has been reduced to
A single room appartment containing no more than a mattress
How sad when the strings have been removed from the blinds
And all the outlets painted over
And the television screen is shrinked with blood and smeared from your knuckles as if you're trying to punch it out but you underestimated its strength
or maybe you just weren't trying hard enough

Starled by a knock at the door you rise for the first time in two days to answer, but you can only greet the visitor with one short statement:

'Hello, my first name is Distance, and I really don't care if never wake up again.'



-From Autumn to Ashes
"Mercury Rising
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Subject:Da show!
Time:12:01 am.
Mood: cheerful.
Ok, here is the stats: the show has begun. Othello's been running for two days, and both night have been frikin awesome. We kicked ass tonight, and got a standing ovation, as I we did last night. It was so cool! I suppose all those weeks and weeks of training was time well spent. We've had somer errors, but there was no way the audiance would pick up on them. After the show tonight I went to Fridays, and nearly got killed on the way up by dan's crazy driving. A defining moment: i checked the spedomiter, which read 40 MPH. The speed limit? 30.

I've been writing a lot latey, since I have a lot to write about. I might post my newest one here: im not too sure.

One more day to go!
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Monday, September 29th, 2003

Subject:A brief update
Time:7:19 pm.
Mood: creative.
Life has been good lately. On friday I visited Matt at his house for his birthday. He had a sleep-over and we played many video games. Good times, good times. I later saw the movie "thirteen," which was fairly disturbing. it was more alarming to my mom than me, but thats understandable.
Sunday School was fun stuff. We got donuts from zach, and got to play a bible skit. I was the ominous narrator, and zach got to play a very gangsta version of jesus. Uth was also good. My mom made the snacks but didn't, contrary to popular belief serve the "sex."

And today was long, but also a good day.

And that be all I need to say.
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Wednesday, September 24th, 2003

Subject:Current Events
Time:3:04 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
I have finaly updated. All rejoice!

In other news, not much has been going on at school. Just got a bunch of crappy projects, and thats basically it. All my friends have been cool, and not much to be complaining about.

The retreat was awesome!! I find it very hard for h/c to have been better. We played many games, sung some, and hung out. Many people went into the pool and played ExTrEmE water polo!! but i didn't. I was the only guy who didn'y get in the water. Boo Hiss.
Taboo was there, and for those of you that don't know of its magic, its the best frikin game ever. Or at least one of them, along w/ catch phrase. And I got bad looks from all the retired ladies on the beach, since i looked like a heathen, dressed in all black. It was great! And good food (kinda).

Bejesus! I don't have homework! yay!
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Thursday, September 18th, 2003

Subject:I wish I was Jack....
Time:8:48 pm.
Mood: disappointed.
Man, I wish I was cast as Jack Skellington. My school was doing auditions for it and instead I decided to meet for a band thing. Problem was, one of the members didn't show up. So I missed auditions. And now I'm not Jack. But I am jack's personal advisor (he knows nothing of NBC...I, on the otherhand, as u all know, do.)so I guess thats worth something. I still wish I had the part, nonetheless.
But I'm gonna be jack for halloween. I made an alternate costume to wear, and its gonna look cool: a black trenchcoat w/ white webbing across it. I plan on making a broach for it and getting skelleton gloves. So its gonna look cool
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Wednesday, September 10th, 2003

Time:8:35 pm.
Not much has been happening in the good ol' life of scott horn. One of the bandmates of mine didn't show up at the schedualed meet, and the one who was there had no intention of playing much music. That kinda sucked...a lot. Other than that, all has been alright in my little world. Just been running around, practicing guitar and doing homework. Othello Rehearsals are basically my life now (they are monday, tuesday, wednesday, and thursday every week until november the 5th.) but thats a good thing.
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Tuesday, August 26th, 2003

Subject:My new coat...
Time:9:47 pm.
Mood: devious.
Today was so cool! In the court yard, I ran into Matt Heafy (lead guitarist and singer for Trivium), and he was handing out free tickets for a concert his band was going to be at, and it got some! Whohoo! Shortly after, I had to write an essay for drama (eck!)...the teacher did a pretty bad job of explaining what exactly the assignment was, so yeah. Think I botched that one. Oh well...there's always next time.

After drama a realizd how much of a confised mess I am. I can't get any of my thoughts or feelings straight. So it really sucks. But that was the only bummer of the day. In english I became Honor Justice, the loose-cannon prosecution attorney who, by night, fights crime. Long story, but it also involves Matt being Santa Clause (it was either that or Jesus...we decided on Santa Clause). So that'll be cool.

Oh and I got a really cool trench coat today! its black and has cool silver buttons. You shall all see it eventually. The question is when...
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Monday, August 18th, 2003

Time:8:54 pm.
Mood: indescribable.
Today was better than the last week- don't get me wrong. I didn't end up having to yell at Jen, do all was good. But still now, I feel insignificant. I don't know why; I just do. It's probobly hormones or something, but I'm not sure. It's a mixture of happiness and feeling crappy at the moment. Maybe it has something to do with the fact i got a FRIKIN 75 ON MY ENGLISH SUMMER ASSIGNMENT! I forgot to circle my vocab words in the articles, and I should matter too much because I have the words in my glossery. But no...not doing that deducts 25 points outomatically from my final grade. So, technically, I could actually get less than a 75; my project STARTS as a 75 when she starts to grade it.

Needless to say, that pisses me off. Plus, the kids in drama were laughing at me for acting like i was looking at a television oddly. I mean, if u saw the twin towers explode (which was what i was trying to act like a saw on the tv screen...long story) you'd be looking at the tv funny, wouldn't you. Plus, the kids who are laughing at me can't even speak up properly to act, and won't put the slightest bit of emotion into their actions. No offence to any of them is meant, but i think before they go criticising my act, they should get thiers together. Cause some of them have a ways to go.

And thats my soapbox for the day
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