On this day...

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 17:27:29 GMT

Am I pregnant, am I not pregnant? Only time and obscure LJs will tell.

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 11:16:18 GMT

Wowww.. the things I could say right now, if I weren't so tired...

............would be very insignificant, in the grand scheme.

I am small.

Mon, 23 Oct 2006 02:42:20 GMT

I think I can almost relate to how Donovan McNabb must feel sometimes. I mean, sure the Eagles are doing pretty well without T.O. Sure the guy said some unexpected and lousy things about Donovan in his autobiography and was overall just a VERY detrimental distraction to team unity and morale, but still. I think deep down, despite what he says, Donovan misses the the special spark and chemistry that only Terrell Owens could bring to the table. I mean, Reggie Brown, Hank Baskett, Greg Lewis, and Donte Stallworth? BLAH. They aren't the same. I guess all Donovan can do is look to head coach Andy Reid for guidance and purpose, and keep the appearance of running a steady ship.

Special thanks to www.philadelphiaeagles.com.

P.S. They have JEFF GARCIA as back-up! WHOAH!

I say,

Sun, 08 Oct 2006 23:29:57 GMT

Hmm, last evening's plans were rather botched, mayhaps the goings-on of the following day shall be more pleasant. Traveling to Abbotsford on the morrow and more precisely the day spent there renders me both nervous and excited in the anticipation.

Another point I bring to the table is this: It seems as though I will now soon be employed at Save-On Foods (soon to be Price-Mart, rest in peace, cashier's jobs), a fine establishment if I ever saw one. I will be working for a filthy, heartless capitalist enterprise, but I love grocery shopping, and Chase works there, so it balances out, really. Come visit me for all your shopping needs, please and thanks.

Concluding, I hope the Thanksgiving Man leaves a fair-sized turkey under your bed, as opposed to a brussels sprout.

On post-secondary to this point:

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 06:50:15 GMT

So many nice people!
Only one class a day!

We're making a club!
Halls are becoming easier to navigate!
Adventures!
Tons of reading!
!

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 05:29:20 GMT

Recently, Pluto's status as a planet in our solar system was revoked. Severed from our planetary family, it now travels along with the other small planetoids on the outskirts of our celestial consciousness, going from beloved partner to distant observer in the matter of a day.

Thu, 24 Aug 2006 03:12:10 GMT

Okay, maybe I was being a little hard on myself back there.

Wed, 23 Aug 2006 17:45:02 GMT

I wish I could go back a few days. I ruined everything.

"THE MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR IS WAITING TO TAKE YOU AWAY!"

Tue, 22 Aug 2006 18:47:40 GMT

"Anything can be a quote."
-Drew Koehn

You may also recognize me by my pen name, 'Anonymous.'

I like my feet. Sometimes, they are like nervous young men about to go on a first date.
Other times, they are tough and cool like Samuel L. "We don't care how we smell."
Other times, they are simply pleasant to both eye and its cousin, nostril.

There are raccoons around my house all the time! I was just lying in bed the other night, minding my own business, reading about the NASDAQ and thinking of how to opress minimum wage employees, when all of a sudden, I heard a demonic and unsettling growl rising up to my window from the ground below. I looked out to see what was happening, and the noise seemed to originate from around the front door and, by association, Sunny's water dish. I couldn't see them... but they were tampering with MY cat's dish. That made me angry, because it's just an issue of respect. Then I thought... what if they can see me!? So I backed away from the window. Then I heard the cries of an unearthly infantile creature. This must have been a family of raccoons.

Unless... they weren't raccoons at all...

Fri, 18 Aug 2006 17:40:08 GMT

HELP!

Wilson/Asher

Sun, 13 Aug 2006 23:27:06 GMT

I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat

Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Let's not think about tomorrow
And don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and listen to my heart beat
Listen, listen, listen

Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don't talk, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder

Tue, 01 Aug 2006 10:26:11 GMT

Okay, today is a long story. I'm still not ready to go to sleep yet, so maybe I will tell, much in the manner that a young William Shakespeare told his literary disciples the magical prototypes that led to many of his greatest contributions to the vast and expansive literary works that fill up the think-tank of our incredibly experienced super-race which we refer to as humankind.

Anyhow, Chase suggested to me kindly that I spell-check, much in the manner that the young prodigy whom we would one day refer to as Sigmund Freud would advise possibly a young Harry Truman that diplomacy would have as adequate an impact on the war efforts of Vietnam as violent agression.

Anyhow. I hope all of you are having a great day, much as a young John F. Kennedy when he first heard he would one day make a profound impact upon the earth-shattering events of American happenings, whose ripple effects would symbiotise with the experiences of the vast unit known otherwise as "the rest of the world."

So, today we went to Viktor's and he had Chase and I over, eventually. It was a long and laboured process, much like when Lewis Carroll gave birth to the wonderous gift to mankind that was "The Client," by John Grisham. A-ha, ha, ha.

Have a good evening. I hope to explain our experiences more efficiently upon a later date.

Ridiculous.

Historical accuracy and I go hand in hand.

Mon, 31 Jul 2006 00:18:58 GMT

I have so much to say

but I don't know if I can express it

not that anyone understands me.

I feel like a real Livejournaler!

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 01:14:24 GMT

The more you care for someone, the more they will hurt you.

We say it would be "nice" to talk. That word doesn't mean a thing. I use words like that with distant aquaintances. It's "nice" how I've been cut off from your life on a random whim. This is the "nicest" thing anyone has ever done to me. Way to be "nice." And what do we need to talk about? How I'm not feeling "nice" enough already? I guess hearing empty, late, irrelevant, depressing and pointless justification will make me feel better. The obsessive and bitter negativity of this entry is "nice."

Are you happier now?
Was it worth it?

"Drew, you've changed!"

However another part of me really wants to talk badly. He's just more subtle and afraid.

Wed, 26 Jul 2006 01:02:10 GMT

I never thought I'd say this, but now the best part of my life is when I'm asleep.

Peace.

Then I wake up and remember everything.

Then I go to my job at Stream.

Wed, 19 Jul 2006 22:10:30 GMT

...

An aspect of my current situation

Tue, 27 Jun 2006 05:33:21 GMT

I reeeally hope I get this job at the Book Man! Adcenter Editorial is shutting down, and the new Stream contract I'd have to go to would be the pits! I NEED a job though for school.

Sorry...

More substantial updates a comin'(Soon!).

Failed

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 15:00:16 GMT

The worst feeling in the world has got to be letting someone down. It's like your soul has been crumpled up and tossed down a bottomless well.

...

"They trip through their day/ and waste all their thoughts at night"

Mon, 29 May 2006 04:06:46 GMT

There once was a young man named... Ian Walker. As he neared grad, he was feeling the winged pink hippopotami of life crashing onto him, in addition to being on MSNBC.com for being charged with giving a high school’s employees marijuana-spiked muffins in a senior prank that sent 18 people to the hospital and triggered an FBI and terrorism investigation.

The carefree days of schoolboy adventures seemed to be coming to an abrupt close for young Ian. He was having difficulty visualizing the path from point A to point B in terms of life goals. Not to mention everyone around him was either stressing out(thereby freaking him out even more, setting off a seemingly endless chain reaction of frustration and headaches for them all), didn't care, didn't like him anymore(or so his paranoid mind imagined), or he was being too self-absorbed to worry about strenghtening some relationships that were slipping away or caring about other people's problems.

Then he would spend all day obsessing about his worries and regrets and how he wasn't as fun as he used to be; making things even worse. When he talked to others about it, that would make him worry that he was being weird or annoying, and that made him worry even more. Then when he went to bed, he would lie there stewing over the day that had been, worrying until his heart beat really fast and he couldn't sleep. Then he would wake up the next morning in an even more chaotic state of obsessive paranoid fatigue. When people didn't use exclamation marks in MSN conversations, he asked them if they were mad at him. He was always asking people what was wrong. That only made them nervous and annoyed(or so he worried).

He missed the old days when he would just worry about alien abduction or earthquakes or assassins(pardon my language) or ghosts or car accidents or home invasions. You know, reasonable things. Poor Bill.

Then one day as was walking home, worrying about whether Mr. Thompson was upset because he was slow to say "hi" to him in the hallway one morning, he tripped on a carelessly discarded toothpick, and was put into a coma.

That could easily be any one of us, couldn't it?

P.S. Time rolled by, like a triangular barrel being pushed really hard! 10 years later, Ian got out of his coma and learned his lesson. Only happy endings for you guys. :)

Plus, think of the starving children in Africa!

Sat, 06 May 2006 00:29:12 GMT

Hey guys! Once again, ALOT has changed since my last entry... I'll leave it at that.

Except it would be sort of seal-like of me to do that, so I guess I will give details...basically every day since my last entry has been pretty awesome, I assume. I went on a trip(maybe I will show the good pictures soon), I got a job(!...at Stream...), and met a very special girl(VANESSA!). I've been really busy lately; I've basically been too tired to update and too tired-looking to love. Let me just say that I miss Kristin and Viktor quite a bit. Oh, and Chase too of course! Tonight, I'm going to dinner and a movie with the aformentioned VANESSA!, by the way.

Hmmm...

HEY LOOK! TWO ELDERLY LADIES CROSSING THE STREET IN AN ORDERLY MANNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sat, 04 Mar 2006 02:31:13 GMT

Wellllllll, it's be hard to top the mind-boggling contribution that was the update of January 31st, 2006, but here goes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hi guys! It's been a long time since January 31st, 2006, or at the very least it feels like it has been! Hhahaha wow, shucks, gosh, a lot has happened. How can I express it to you?! That is the question!
In a word,

peanutbutterardvaarkoddcouplefelixaimeescholarshipsmrfritschsworeweirdscreamingnoisesavantgardemusiclindsaysmashedmybookshelfranawaykoehnhansonreunionthrewmysandwichinthegarbagejenayagoingtoeuropebutwanttostaymadecardsdrankmissedkristinviktorwasgrumpyflirtedtoomuchharpernofreetimelaughedwithchaseindecisionmanateesmyfuture?

I'm going to be out of the country for a while. See you soon though! In a vain note-to-self, I'll need a haircut when I get back. Purplemonkeydishwasher.

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 02:02:34 GMT

Well folks, Friday will mark the 1-month anniversary of January third. I had fun at school that day.

Thu, 26 Jan 2006 03:58:16 GMT

Sometimes it seems like I can almost fathom how Sergei "The Great Depression" Fedorov feels. One minute you're the main man in Anaheim (with Teemu Selanne breathing down your neck to take your place, admittedly), and the next you're shipped to (ugh)Columbus as the forgotten man. You just wish you were back in Detroit, with Steve Yzerman by your side to make you stronger. Back to the days of Hart and Selke trophies, instead of punching in your time card on the second line. Sometimes it's hard to see that somewhere down the line, the Hall of Fame awaits. Of course, that doesn't mean you give up and float the rest of your career.

Sat, 14 Jan 2006 20:04:10 GMT

Dating Strengths	Dating Weaknesses
1. Sense of Humor - 85.7% 2. Spirituality - 84.6% 3. Open-Mindedness - 72.7% 4. Friendliness - 68.8% 5. Financial Situation - 61.5%	1. Vanity - 66.7%

Dating Strengths Explained
Sense of Humor - Girls are attracted to people with a good sense of humor. Be sure to put yours on display! Spirituality - Your spiritual side brings you peace and balance, and keeps you grounded. This is attractive, as you can help reinforce this quality in other people. Open-Mindedness - You are open to trying new things and entertaining new ideas, and this widens your pool of available girls. Friendliness - Your friendliness makes you approachable and fun to be around. A wide circle of friends also works to your advantage on the dating scene. Financial Situation - You've got your financial situation under control, which is a very desirable quality. Be careful to avoid girls who are only interested in your money.
Dating Weaknesses Explained
Vanity - Learn to put a lower priority on looks. Appearance is, of course, important, but vanity is undesireable. The only people you will attract are the superficial.
Dating Strengths and Weaknesses Quiz by Dating Diversions

I can't believe I did this. Oh, and by the way, see you folks tonight hopefully!!!!!!!!!

At "Disney on Ice," obviously.

Thu, 12 Jan 2006 02:11:13 GMT

Well, in about a month, the gala premier will be presented, and I'm sure it would be delightful for many if you would all come to see it. I'm not sure exactly which time it is on, nor do I really care. I think it is February the third. Ah, February. The month of love and frozen creatures. I had a dream about hamsters last night as well.

Rocky, Papery, Scissorsy:
The Billy Thompson Story
-By Drew Koehn

Based on a true script.

Characters

????? as "Billy Thompson"- Good-for-nothing teen with a passion for R-P-S.

????? as "Dad Thompson"- Billy’s ‘tough love’ father.

Jess Norheim as "Mom Thompson"- Billy’s…. mother, duh!

Andrew Beldam as "Donald"- Cranky old R-P-S trainer whose own career was cut short.

Chase Meeker as "Aries Jefferson"- Confident and famous World R-P-S Champion.

????? as "Nameless Manager"- Aries’ cocky manager. That is actually his legal name.

Brad Povarchuk as "Sick Manatee"- A sick manatee and R-P-S enthusiast.

James Faulconbridge as "Manatee Trainer"- Um…. He fought in ‘Nam and his mother never gave him enough attention as a child…. I don’t know, gosh!

Dallas Hanson as "Bruno"- Guy who mocks Billy’s unusual strategies.

"Various Extras"- The unsung heroes.

If you want to see the script, you need just ask, though it will give away the surprises. Not that kids today would be worried about that. We all know how emotionally connected to the world they are. I will ask Viktor Kuhn tomorrow if he would like to be the Dad, and I'm just hoping that I'll get the role of "Billy."
In the meantime, good luck with your various lives and the endeavors that may be found within the confines of them. Cheers. By the by, the "Director's Festival" is "by donation" to the CSSS Drama Department. I personally recommend buttons. Ta ta.