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| Saturday, September 13th, 2003 | |
| 23.26.pm |-:+:-| 13.9.03 | What do I have to update about? Nothing in particular. Went to Kels' house tonight to watch "Animal House". There was some gratuitous jumping-on-Corey. And some more hitting-Corey. And even more pulling-of-Corey's-leg-hair. Kiea was there. It was cool though. Joe was sad and lonely tonight. He said that the only person who cared was a thousand miles away, so I politely pointed out that she was two thousand three hundred miles away. He went and saw "Matchstick Men". By himself. Poor lonely Joe. Just remember...that body that could be hanging in Times Square could be you. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 17.51.pm |-:+:-| 13.9.03 | SFHS v. ENHS last night. I'm typing this with clenched teeth, so you should know that it didn't go well. It started off with North scoring (and their kicker choking, I might add). So nothing happened untill the fourth quarter where we ended up tying it at 14-14. The Huskies almost took it to 17-14, but their kicker choked...again. Overtime. Four downs, from the ten, each team gets one try. We don't score. The fucks have a chance to score, and their kicker must suck amazingly cuz he dinks it off the post. Second Overtime. They score, 21-14, because of a Pass Interference call. We get our turn. Same call, minus the penalty. 3rd and ten. Interception, Wolves lose. ,l,, And I want to kick every North person in the ear. Not to mention that Michelle just tears into me everytime I see her. I don't want to go into it, because I feel that I talk about her too much. So, peace y'all, I'm off to Dani's. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 12.50.pm |-:+:-| 13.9.03 | Shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty shitty times that go on and on forever. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Thursday, September 11th, 2003 | |
| 22.20.pm |-:+:-| 11.9.03 | First a quote from Nick, who runs GoRavingMad. Rather, it's a very long rant. I've found that Nick and I share quite a few things in common. "Days like this only come along once a year...that's right my friends, it's the 3rd Annual National September 11th Day! Let us celebrate this joyous occasion by taking the whole family out for Freedom Fries and waving our magnificent flag in the face of every raghead and sand-negro who dares to show his face in this great nation! What's that you say? September 11th is an awful day which should be remembered in a somber and dignified fashion? To this I reply, why would we do a thing like that!? The 1st Annual September 11th Day opened the door to a great and unified America, united under GOD! Now, there are a lot of things to be united under, but GOD just about tops them all! And so we should celebrate this joyous occasion with great enthusiasm...we should thank Mr. Bin Laden for helping to bring our country together! So wave your flags; eat, drink and be very merry; for this day is a day to celebrate your allegiance to the rich ideals of this great, REPUBLICAN nation! These ideals include corporate controlled healthcare, where the almighty dollar ultimately decides who lives and who dies! And if someone doesn't have the money to afford food for their family, fuck them! They should get a job, like any good American would do! Then there's Opposition to gay unions of any sort, because by GOD, there's no place for those filthy queers in this great, CHRISTIAN nation! Then there's our brilliant, newly hatched preemptive strike policy! The BIBLE says to turn the other cheek, and that thou shalt not kill, but we all know what GOD really meant! He meant that we should kill filthy arabs! Not to mention faggots! Anyway, everyone knows those WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION were there, even though we haven't found a single trace of them! And everyone knows that Iraq and the Taliban were in league with one another, even though our own military intelligence firmly stated otherwise! Yes, my friends, in a country that celebrates the mass murders of people in other countries (fast fact: More Iraqi civilians have been killed since the war "ended" than before our arbitrarily declared "victory"), why not celebrate the mass murders of our own people? So GOD BLESS AMERICA! May our country forever resist progress toward a more enlightened state. Honestly, friends, today is an awful day, and if I see a single one of you carrying a flag around, I'm going to kick you in the teeth." Mr. Jones, I could kick in the teeth and not feel an ounce of remorse whatsoever. He asked today "Is anyone here gonna celebrate tonight?" All I could think was "Fuck you, Mr. Jones." NO!! YOU DO NOT CELEBRATE 2915 DEATHS THAT HAPPENED EVER, LET ALONE TWO YEARS AGO!!! Thus, my outfit today was explained. Near everyone had some form of red, white and blue on today. I was wearing all black, minus the long white socks, and the white piece of paper, pinned to my chest. It said "I've defected". While I was mourning, everyone else was being patriotic. They were celebrating their country because of almost three thousand dead people. What were those people thinking as the second plane was coming in, watching it come at five hundred plus miles an hour? Or what were the people jumping out of the one hundred and third floor thinking as the pavement came rushing to them at thirty two feet a second? I can guarantee they weren't thinking "God, I hope this spikes nationalism". And now what? They don't exist. Nothing of them exists. The entire life form is gone forever. FOREVER. No afterlife or anything. Just *snap* they are gone. Think about that. Think about all that you might achieve in your life. Then think that no one will remember it when you are gone. That you are gone, you don't go to heaven, you don't go to hell, you cease to be. That's extremely depressing. And we are supposed to celebrate not only one of those thoughts, but two thousad nine hundred and fifteen? Once again, and with enthusiasm, I say FUCK that. And if you think for one second that maybe you should celebrate instead of mourn, then you should be shot. I began to think about death in sixth hour today. And you know what? I became extremely depressed, and I realized that I had only thought about the tip of the iceberg. Death is not okay, death is not something you celebrate. None of you should...you know what? Do whatever the fuck you want, it's not my place to tell you what to do. But, I will beat your ass if you celebrate death. That is the one thing that I take most seriously. On a completely unrelated note (save that it depressed me also) Michelle came to my work today. Apparently she needed to talk to me really badly. Badly enough that she waited around for an hour and a half. So I crawled out the back window, like a pussy, not wanting to confront her. My reasons why I don't want to talk to her aren't good enough, so I won't list them here. But I can tell you this. I thought I was ready to talk to her. I am of no such state of mind. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 17.42.pm |-:+:-| 11.9.03 | I promise that I will update tonight, after work. The update will most likely inspire something in you, maybe hatred, or maybe love. It will be over September 11th, and will include a quote/rant from one of my friends, and some other people I know. And Brynn, I'm sorry. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Wednesday, September 10th, 2003 | |
| 21.20.pm |-:+:-| 10.9.03 | "I wanted to hang a body in Times Square with a sign that says Welcome to the desert of the real. But then I got to thinking it couldn't be my body, cuz what if something went wrong? I mean, the sign could fall over or something." Ok, so for my update, the first in two days (long time huh?), I have a plethora of information for the common masses to know (That would be you). First, Brynn told me that she likes me again. But we decided that it would be best if we remained friends. The Michelle situation is in stalemate. It hasn't progressed whatsoever. Brynn seems to think also that Christine likes me, though she won't admit it. To that effect, I don't really have any views on the subject, I think I would be happy either way. Then there is Ashley. Now, it would seem to me that she is flirting with me. However, it is common knowledge that someone took my "flirting receptors" and bashed the living hell out of them with a sledge hammer, then set them on fire. It would also seem to me that Abagail is doing the same, along with Taylor. Now, I must say that Taylor has grown on me. She's a cool kid. I also kinda like Ashley, but I don't think that relationship would go very far, probably right to hand-holding. Random quote: Thank God I don't have to spend five hours with the icky proletariats. Now, if my "receptors" aren't quite as fucked as I usually like to think, then I have five or six girls that like me. (Second of self-love: I'm tha mothafuckin' P-I-M-P) I don't like that. Too many choices, too many possibilities. Someone will be hurt, and that is the worst thing of all. If given the choice, I would rather be hurt myself than see anyone of my friends hurt. "This parrot is no more. It has ceased to be." And now, this update is as the parrot is. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Monday, September 8th, 2003 | |
| 15.34.pm |-:+:-| 8.9.03 | Ok, so coming home from school today, Josh asked me to take him home. So I gave him a ride. On my way out of his neigborhood, I saw this wigger standing around with a guy that looked like the Ultra P.C. guy from The Scenesters. They appeared to have been yelling at each other. All of a sudden, P.C. guy drops his bag, swings and connects with Wigger's ear. Wigger stumbles backwards, and then comes back at P.C. guy with his fists a-flyin. But P.C. guy is ready, and he throws a few wild ones too. I was sitting here watching them for at least five minutes. Then, Wigger, knowing he's been defeated, gets his bag and walks away. All in all, I'd say there were maybe 10 good punches. 7 of them were thrown by P.C. guy. WHOO HOO GO PC GUY!!! Now, I felt the need to update my journal during school today, however I could not. So I wrote it out. Here it is. { Corey Dodd September 8, 2003 I started off my day in the worst possible way. Michelle came to where I was sitting [this morning]. Everything about her said "I read your journal, this is my move. Make yours." I did nothing. I looked at her once, and it was a fleeting glance. My God, she looks beautiful. I stood up and Christine told me that she was giving me a chance to put in my two cents. I did nothing. The bell rang and Christine told me to say good-bye to Brynn to show Michelle that I'm not scared [to go near her]. "But I am." Why she strikes such fear into me, I'll never know. I was given a chance, and I did nothing. That was no first move. She came to me but did nothing else. That is not good enough. The rest of the day should slip by without problems, save for Brynn [maybe] being mad at me for not saying good bye to her. } And that is my lil note to myself. Yea. Joe's sick. And still whipcha'd over Abby. I want it all to be gone. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Sunday, September 7th, 2003 | |
| 22.56.pm |-:+:-| 7.9.03 | Bout to go to bed, and I want to let you know that I missed my two favorite shows for you people. WEEKIE! Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 22.19.pm |-:+:-| 7.9.03 | Wow a whole two days, six hours and eight minutes since I last updated about the Michelle thing. And I've done near-zero thinking about it. Here's what I've come up with. I love Michelle, and I always will. However, I find this whole situation to be a bunch of bull shit. First she degrades me, telling me practically not to speak at her (because if I do, we will become friends, and then start liking eachother again, and then we would do stuff, and then it would get fucked to hell. Again.). So, I apologized and hung up, and thought that I would never talk to her again, which really hurt, but I accepted it, and went on with my life. I still haven't talked to her since that phone call. Now, Brynn is telling me that I'm hurting her when I walk by her in the halls and don't acknowledge her. She's also telling me that Michelle still likes me, and wants to still be with me, but doesn't want to get hurt. Sounds to me like amazing BULLSHIT. Straight from the cow's ass. In a cup. Mixed with soft-serve chocolate ice cream. And nuts and a cherry on top. Ok, so now, I must determine my course of action (quick side note: Bush wants 87 billion to rebuild Iraq and Afghanistan. Wow...hey direct some of that your own country's way and maybe, maybe, the schools won't suck so goddamn bad), which will most likely be to do nothing and wait for her to do something. Ok, more things that I've learned: Joe = possum+whipcha'd; Christine = fuckin' awesome; Brynn = fuckin' awesome; filming = just plain awesome; special hardcore guy = extra possum; SF+OU+Redskin football = AWESOME; school = shitty; and finally Michelle situation = shitty+bullshit. Oh, and I finally found out who shit in my pants. It was Joe. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Friday, September 5th, 2003 | |
| 23.19.pm |-:+:-| 5.9.03 | The Junior class of '04 at SFHS is quite possibly the most apathetic class in existance. We have no school spirit. The seniors won everything, and next year, when we're seniors, the Juniors will win everything. Then the coach was calling out the volleyball players, and no one was clapping at all, 'cept for that little pity clap. Joe turns to me, and goes "No one cares about volleyball" in the scenesters voice. It was funny as Phoenix. There was some gay race that involved scooters, and all the classes were cheering (we were the most quiet) then hardcore special guy stood up and started barking. Everyone got quiet and I think one of the chicks on the scooters kinda did a double take of hardcore special guy. Once again, funny as Phoenix. Then Joe stood up for the annual, almost bimonthly, duel of the classes where the juniors and seniors try to make more noise than the other. Once again we were apathetic didn't care, and the seniors won, uncontested. But Joe tried to stand up, and I just looked at him. He goes "What?" I said, "Just sit down. The juniors never win anyways. It's pointless" So that was pretty much the mentality of the whole class, except for a really fat girl in pink that was fugly. She started yelling at people for not standing up. Ok, now comes the football game. Fun, fun shit. I was up top filming, and there was a Memorial guy standing next to me. So, by this time, the score was about 350 bazillion to negative two, and the outcome of the game was already decided. I stopped filming for a moment, and started to make a motion like I was mopping. The guy goes "What are you doing?" after like 30 seconds. I go "Oh, don't mind me, I'm just mopping the floor. . . WITH THE BULLDOGS!!!" He just sadly turned away. Great stuff. So the actual score was 35-0, SF the victor. I was happy. Oh, and one thing to remember...no one cares about volleyball. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 16.11.pm |-:+:-| 5.9.03 | Ok, so I was under the impression that Michelle had severely bitched me out just two and a half weeks ago. Then today, Brynn (or rather Christine) told me that she was apparently missing me, and still wants to be with me (I can't quite remember, so please, please don't quote me on this), and I'm hurting her when I ignore her in the halls. What am I supposed to do? Act like everything is ok? Go up to her and say "Hi, I know you hate me, but I wanna be friends"? No. It does not work that way. And if you say she doesn't hate me, well you didn't hear what she said to me on the phone, so kiss my fat black ass. She made it sound like if she ever talked to me again, everything would go wrong, and Hitler would come back to life, only to reign as supreme being over all of humanity. So, I ask you, am I supposed to take the initiative and go talk to her? Another form of that question is "am I supposed to take the initiative and go talk to her only to have her yell at me, stomp away, then rape my ass with a dildo everytime I see her for the rest of year?" I don't think I'm gonna do that. If she's dying so badly on the inside, then she can get her own damn initiative and come talk to me. Oh, by the way MACINTOSH'S SUCK!!!!! You know what I have to say to MAC's? ,l,, Go fuck yourselves with a floppy disk. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003 | |
| 22.28.pm |-:+:-| 2.9.03 | Hahaha, no one listens to ska anymore Lois: What's going on in here? Stewie: We're playing house. Lois: That boy's all tied up! Stewie:...Roman Polanski's house. Joe: It's all about the baby stew. Professor: Some say I'm robbing the cradle, but I say she's robbing the grave. Stewie: I expect you to buy a colorful box with a handle that I'm supposed to turn and turn and turn, and then surprise! a scary clown pops out, and you will laugh and the fat man will laugh, and the kids will laugh, and the dog will laugh, and I will die a little on the inside. Nothing is happening. I am back in school, and I'm still working at McDonald's, and yes, it still sucks a nut. And my life returns to monotony. I will try to update as much as possible, however, with nothing going on, I'll have nothing to update about. So, you can just assume that I am still here, and that my life is as monotonous as ever, until I update, with vital information that I feel you need to know. So, good day, and I hope to see you soon. And just remember, it's all about the baby stew. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Sunday, August 31st, 2003 | |
| 20.23.pm |-:+:-| 31.8.03 | NoReasonToFight: mmm ice cream Joe72127: mm dead babies lalala gotta go to work in an hour and a half. Still grounded. Joe's mom made him cake today. As said by joe "mom made cake. mom never makes cake. joe smells trouble". I think she wants to not move. I need to call Brynn for the fact that I haven't in forever. I also need to call Leah, for the fact that she keeps calling and I'm not around. I think I'ma go now. nothing else has really happened today (including but not limited to me not writing my essay out). So, yea, I'm gone. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Saturday, August 30th, 2003 | |
| 19.31.pm |-:+:-| 30.8.03 | Joe72127: u make fun fo me because im rich like its a bad thing NoReasonToFight: dude...its cuz you dont have a job...you dont have any responsibility except to get gas every now and then, and wipe ur ass after you shit NoReasonToFight: oh and eat...which u must do a lot of Joe72127: hmmm Joe72127: those are fighting words Joe72127: u cant back shit up Joe72127: so shut ur mouth NoReasonToFight: hahaha NoReasonToFight: ur gettin offended Joe72127: i will beat the living shit out of u then take a shit in your motuh NoReasonToFight: lmao Whatever Joe, I'm just messing with ya, and if it offends ya that much, then I'm sorry. Andrew, I think, is trying to get back with Christine. She apparently doesn't care. "He's not my star." I'm getting money for going and working today. Lotsa money. 45.50 Rupees. I mean dollars. And then 30.00 for mowing...sometime this week. Lotsa money. My neck hurts. OU's beating North Texas like a red headed, rented stepchild mule. its like 23-0 at halftime. Oh, and OSU lost like the bitches they are 17-7. HAHAHA, I'm lovin it. So, if ur gonna bitch...StOp ThRoWiN' sHiT!!!!! Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 8.45.am |-:+:-| 30.8.03 | IT'S 834 IN THE MORNING, WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING UP??? Oh, that's right, I'm going to work at the duplexes with my parents. Hey hey, I'ma monkey, people say I throw my shit! Ok, so we've established that it's early, and that I have no mindset whatsoever, much less do I have the correct mindset to update. I'm watching speed. I think that "subconcirosulsajfdsowely" I am asleep still...and that...ok, lost the train of thought. CHOOO JEWWW. So, uh. Yea, the colors now are staying. For those of you that didn't see the colors before I changed them, background was green, the bars on the left and top side were red, with blue text. In fact all the text was blue, including the links. And... I think that was it. ...where wolves hide in the comp'ny of men...it said, "I'm lost". *snork* Ok, I think I'm done. Author's edit (9/2/03 10.50PM): At the time I started writing, it was precisely 834 in the morning. However, I didn't get done untill around 840. Now, my browser fucked up, and I had to submit it twice. The second time I submitted the update, it was 845. So I apologize for the lack of time continuity. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Friday, August 29th, 2003 | |
| 20.25.pm |-:+:-| 29.8.03 | Wow, yes I am updating twice in one night (of which half of is taken over by school, so it's not like i updated at 8AM then now), which I try to avoid doing. Usually if I do update seminocturnally (hahaha I don't even know if that's a word) it's because I have something really important to tell you. Au contraire. I have nothing even remotely intresting to tell you. Except that I changed the colors (BIG REDFIRETRUCK!). I don't think it's permanent. I'm so indecisive. No, rather, I am updating to tell you that I am very very bored. Very. Ver. Y. V. E. R. Y. So, I'ma go change the colors again. PCZ. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| 15.09.pm |-:+:-| 29.8.03 | Me, and my nutsack, just got home from school. I figured out that I have a girl that I would like to date, and a girl that I think I'm starting to like (I think many people would consider her off limits for me). Soooo yea. That's about it. Oh, I did some tweaking if you haven't noticed, and the time/date thing looks different, and I decided I didn't like the blurritude of the links. I might do some more tweakage later, such as change all the colors and shit, but that will be much later...while I'm grounded...with nothing else to do...cuz I'm a poor little nerdlet. Goddammit...I have a whole fucking rough draft due on Tuesday for my paper in English. I gotta do that over the w/e. If I can get it arranged, Santa Fe will have a new club for members to join in on...and it's not some gay ass Debate team, or key club...which does nothing whatso-the-fuck-ever. It's gonna be a hackeysack club. There's a new AISP teacher, named Mr. Schneider, and he is a 5 time champion at the -sport-. So I've asked him to speak with me about organizing a hackeysack club. He loves the idea, he has just yet to contact me (I've been talking to the VP, and she's been talking to him, and vice versa). However, he was just named head wrestling coach, so that's gonna put a damper on things. Hopefully, we will get enough people interested, and it will be a lasting thing. Once again there will be me being the nerdlet that I am...yes that is correct, I'm going to be joining the Academic Team. Other than that, nothing is new. At all. I'm still me...with longer hair. Oh, go nutsacking, it's a great practical joke. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Wednesday, August 27th, 2003 | |
| 20.45.pm |-:+:-| 27.8.03 | Been a while. Today was the first day of school. Pretty good day, 'cept of course for the whole michelle thing. Got quite a few comments on my socks. Oh yes, ladies love the knee-highs. Saw Steph at school. Kinda akward. I wish I'd never done anything with her. The she got all pissy cuz Jax was giving me a hug in the hall. I waved at her, and she scoffed, turned her nose up, and walked away. Stupid girls. Then, I was with Christine and Jax was hugging me again and she said "ok, getting away from the couple humping in the hall..." Can we say confusion? Stupid girls. So, most of the classes are good, and there's one teacher (McGill) who I can tell is going to be a world of trouble. However, she is quite possibly the only teacher that realizes something is wrong with the system. Like how you can be suspended or put in AISP and not have those absences count toward the 9 you're allowed per class, or towards your exemption, but something wholly out of your control, like, being sick, does count towards both of those. And that if you sleep in class, you will be sent to detention, and if you don't show up there, you get suspended, and you can still exempt that class. Gay huh? (I'll answer for you) "Yes, Corey, that is as gay as Phoenix, Arizona." She's pretty cool, but she's gonna be strict. Everything else is pretty normal. I have lunch with Christine, Joe, Brynn, and a bunch of my other friends (Chrie and Brynn don't matter though, they will always be going out to lunch, fucking seniors). Well that's about it. Plus I'm grounded. Stupid shit, purely my fault. Oh well. I'm a dumbass, nothing's new. Bored as hell too. Still would like a girlfriend, though I don't have anyone in mind. Ladies, line up to the left for make-outs, dudes, to the right for high-fives. I'm so videogames. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Saturday, August 23rd, 2003 | |
| 11.57.am |-:+:-| 23.8.03 | I don't like anyone. Like that. "How do you do that? How can you just turn that off?" Oh, well I used to like a few girls, but it deteriorated, or my feelings just kinda faded. "So you don't like anyone, like that?" Ok, one girl, but I don't want to go out with her, I just want to make out with her. "Ah. And who is this lucky girl?" Wouldn't you like to know? "Yes." Too bad. "Ok, well dude I don't see how you do it. I can't just turn that shit off. I don't think there's ever been a time when I haven't liked at least one girl." Do you want a toaster? "No, I don't want a toaster." Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Friday, August 22nd, 2003 | |
| 9.54.am |-:+:-| 22.8.03 | Me: my tummy hurts Chrie: sorry Chrie: have some cherios Me: ...no Chrie: cherrios Chrie: ...:-\ Me: *cheerios Chrie: ..chee... Chrie: yes Chrie: lol Bah. Got my schedule today. I have one class with Reece, our parking spaces are together, and our lockers are one above the other. I'm not complaining though. I saw Michelle there...5 minutes of the hell that was described to you ...yesterday. Then...my mom has the nerve to talk to her for 10 minutes then hug her. I flipped. Ok, I had more to say, but my mom and my brother want to go. So I'll update later. PCZ. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Thursday, August 21st, 2003 | |
| 23.04.pm |-:+:-| 21.8.03 | Ahh, the blessed event of going back to school. Yes, that's right kids, I go back to school on the 27th. Next Wednesday. Ah the fun. I get to see all of my friends again on a daily basis. I get to rid myself of the boredom that goes on with my day to day life, albeit, it's being replaced by things that will tantalize and test me to my limits, and frustrate me, quite possibly, more than I was last year. And then I get to see Michelle. Everyday. A moment of nerve-wracking, aching pain. A moment of knowing that I am just an inferior human being, only highlighted by my accidents and mistakes. A moment of pure hell. Oh it's gonna be wonderful. I wish that I would have retaken Algebra that year. I wish that I would have sat on the other side of that fucking room, and I wish that I would have ignored her attempts at flirting with me. There is more pain in the whole relationship than there is pleasure. I'd wager that there's fifty times more pain than there is pleasure. That's a 50:1 ratio. Now think about if you were used to one thing and then got fifty times more than what you should. Like...sugar. Say you put a packet of sugar in your coffee. Then one day, it came with 49 packets already in it. You put one in, take a sip and DIE! YOU CANNOT DO THAT! There is no circumstance where you can do that. And I hate it. I want everything to be better. Nothing will get better. It will go from 34 bpm to flatlining in the next schoolyear. So, fuck it. What am I to do? Ok. So that's outta my system. I really do wanna go back to school, but the thought of seeing Michelle everyday is just horrific. Ok, I would tell you about our phone call, but I have to go to bed, cuz I have to get up early and then go to school for my schedule. G'night. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Monday, August 18th, 2003 | |
| 16.35.pm |-:+:-| 18.8.03 | I saw Cody and Christine together last night. Oh, my damn. They look good together. And I realize that I miss just holding someone. Just being with someone, knowing that they love me as much as I do them. I really hate it. And I don't have anyone. At all. I have great friends, and I have...2 girls that I can go to if I just want to kiss someone...but I don't have anyone to sit around and hold. (Joe, I'll kill you if you call me a vagina cake) When do I get mine? Everyone around me is getting theirs. I want mine too. Ich will spiel mit sein. Ich will nicht Ihr Gesicht sehen. Du sind unwürdig von mir. Gehen weg, wiebchen. Was nimmt mich von den Schmerz des Tages? Nichts. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Saturday, August 16th, 2003 | |
| 17.43.pm |-:+:-| 16.8.03 | It has come to my attention that several people rely on my journal for entertainment. Although flattered, as I am, I would ask you all not to continually tell me to update, as I will update when I see fit. I update when I think you all need to know something about me. Not when you tell me to. So stop it. For fucks sake, just stop it. It really is annoying. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Thursday, August 14th, 2003 | |
| 1.24.am |-:+:-| 14.8.03 | Yes, girls are the root of all evil. A war that killed thousands of spartans and thousands of Trojans was set in motion over two fuckshits arguing over a girl. Men go to war for women. Men will do everything short of chop off their balls for women. And when someone (anyone) has that much power over anyone else, then if that person chooses, they could fuck someone over royally. Girls cause so much pain in general, that I can't even figure out why guys go after 15 minutes of pleasure (you know, it's really right around 10 for me) when it's gonna cause them a lifetime of difficulties. So, let's see. Lifetime of pain v. 10 minutes of pleasure. And the judges rule LIFETIME OF PAIN THE WINNER!!! And no guy should ever have to go through hell for 10 minutes of pleasure. But while guys left and right are realizing this, no one does anything. Why? In such an unbalance, why would guys even go for the latter choice? Because we all think with our dicks. Being a guy, I know that this is true, and as much of an asshole that it makes me sound like, I will hang out with the girl that I think I'm most likely gonna get some from. (Please, please, take into consideration that I have changed my views, and I'm done with what I just said up there. I have stopped doing that cuz I can see I'm never gonna get any. Now, I just don't even worry about it, and I hang out with whoever I damn well please) In other news, Mr. Slut Bumwalla wishes for all the girls out there to know that he's done trying to get with (but not done being your friend) your evil, dirty, gutter-minded, evil, bad, ill-will-wishing, evil asses. And in a lighter note, I leave you with a quote from "American Wedding" Finch: Grandmother fucker. Stiffler: Mother fucker. Finch: Yes...yes I am. Stiffler: ...oh you son of a bitch... Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Tuesday, August 12th, 2003 | |
| 11.48.am |-:+:-| 12.8.03 | I realize that I don't have a lot to whine about. I have a great family that provides for me, some of the best friends that anyone can have, and a steady influx of money from a not too shitty job (it really doesn't suck all that much). But why do I feel so down all the time, like the whole world is against me? Everyone's out to get me, and I can't do a damn thing about it, right? And I've traced the source of it...no it's not that I'm a chronic depressive. The problem is girls. All girls, every girl. I have to go now, a little bit prematurely than I'd like, but I will elaborate on all of this when I can...pcz. (Fuck you all, I said it again. And I don't need prozac or zoloft. Fuck off) Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Monday, August 11th, 2003 | |
| 0.02.am |-:+:-| 11.8.03 | Dani: so u see u are leading a horse to water Me: but i cant make it fuck my friend Me: lmao So another one of my friends gets together with another one of my friends. I'm happy for her, dont get me wrong, it's just getting old. I wish that I could just find a girl and stay with her for a long time, and not have to worry about any of this. Bah. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Sunday, August 10th, 2003 | |
| 0.43.am |-:+:-| 10.8.03 | Everything is all a shambles. Family life is starting to look up now, but friend life isn't. In fact, it's starting it's own tightly packed downward spiral. I can still count the close friends I'm not mad at on one hand. Dani, Jew, Brandon, and ...Jax. Speaking of Jax, I found out that being bitten on the neck is a very big turn on. But, in turn, being asked if the bite on the neck gave me a hard on, is a bit of a penis pacifier. (Pacifier comes from the Latin word "pax" meaning peace. Pacify means to make peaceful.) Ok, I thought that I had more to write, but apparently I do not. So, PCZ. (Sound it out, poppets. Pee-Cee-Zee. Peace Easy.) Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Saturday, August 9th, 2003 | |
| 0.41.am |-:+:-| 9.8.03 | My car is royally fucked over. I was at Dani's, and she wanted to get some movies. So we went to go get some movies (we took two cars cuz Dani just had to drive, and we wouldn't all have fit in her car). We were coming back (Driving transcript: Dani lives a quarter of a mile east of boulevard on covell. We left her neighborhood, driving east on covell towards bryant. We turned and headed north on bryant, until we got to danforth. Once again, we turned right, heading west on Danforth. We went to the Randy's on bryant and Chowning. We left Randy's heading west on Danforth again. Arriving at Boulevard, we planned on turning right, going to covell, turning right again, and going to Dani's house to enjoy Animal House with Jim Belushi. Didn't happen according to plan.) Coming around the corner, turning right onto Boulevard, I cut the wheel too tight. My back wheel hopped the curb, popping my tire. I drove approx. 350 feet to a residential area where I parked the car, to get ready to change the tire. I pulled my spare out, along with the jack, and the tire iron. We figured out that one of the nuts on the tire was different from the others (my parents neglected to tell me that the tool for the fubar nut was in the glove box). So we are fucked. Then Brad (Brad was with me by the way) smelled the antifreeze. I was leaking antifreeze. It makes no sense whatsoever. I hit my back tire. I shouldn't be leaking antifreeze. So I am without a car for reasons unbeknownst to me. Great. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Friday, August 8th, 2003 | |
| 0.19.am |-:+:-| 8.8.03 | Vash the Stampede, from Trigun, is severely misunderstood (hez mizundaztood, yo!). Everyone thinks that he brings the killing, pain, and torture with him. But that's not it. He goes to the pain, killing, and torturing. Everywhere it goes, he is there. And people with their simple minds misunderstand, and they blame him. Current Mood: |
| Thursday, August 7th, 2003 | |
| 23.30.pm |-:+:-| 7.8.03 | For the first time in the history of this journal, or for that matter anyone of my journals, I choose not to disclose the goings-on of this evening. However, I was at Jaci's house tonight, and we watched Go. Ok, on to more pressing matters. First off, you should all know about the deal with me and Christine. I liked her, and she liked me (at one time) and we didn't do anything because she was tired of relationships. Now, I guess she's over that. (This next bit are my feelings and opinions. ONLY that.) Now, she's fallen for a close friend of mine, Cody. I'm happy for her. Really, I am. However it hurts me because it feels like she just skipped over me. Like I'm nothing. And it really sucks. So, I didn't want to go see her tonight with Joe and Brandon. Only because of how I felt, I knew that I would just feel worse if I went and saw her. So I told Joe that I went to Steph's house. But now he found out that I went to Jaci's and he's pissed off. Oh well, he needs to get the sand out of his scheide. So, as always, being the "spineless" sumbitch that I am, I'm gonna sit back from afar, and wait until everything sorts itself out. Peace easy. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Tuesday, August 5th, 2003 | |
| 0.39.am |-:+:-| 5.8.03 | I wanted to destroy everything beautiful I'd never have. Burn the Amazon rain forests. Pump chloroflourocarbons straight up to gobble the ozone. Open the dump valves on supertankers and uncap offshore wells. I wanted to kill all the fish I couldn't afford to eat, and smother the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted the whole world to hit bottom. I really wanted to put a bullet between the eyes of every endangered panda that wouldn't screw to save its species and every whale or dolphin that gave up and ran itself aground. Don't think of it as extinction. Think of it as downsizing. Edward Norton - Fight Club Very well said. Perfect description. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Monday, August 4th, 2003 | |
| 23.59.pm |-:+:-| 4.8.03 | chrie: i'm getting antsy chrie: lol chrie: how funny me : ^^smitten chrie: FUCKiNG YES chrie: lol I cannot believe that Cody K. and her are going to get together (it's inevitable). What's even more unbelievable is that I didn't introduce them sooner. They would be so cute together...I sound like a girl. Ugh, ok, over that. Kelsey has pissed me off to the point of sickness. Like literal sickness. I threw up in a McDonald's bathroom. My stomach hasn't stopped hurting all night. I feel feverish. (To Kels) First off, I did defend you. I've told Joe continually to stop saying that shit about you. I can't fucking do anything about it. I've tried my hardest. Seriously. I can't stop what Joe is saying, and it seems to me that you are getting mad that I can't silence someone. Well, fuck that shit. I can't stop him, though I've tried. So, when you think that you are done being pissed off at me, you can call, cuz I'm not having a fucking repeat of tonight. That was bullshit. I got bitched at for not sticking up for you (a falsity), and for not being able to shut Joe up (fucking impossible). So it's your move. And I also heard that you won't go back out with me because I won't stick up for you. That has got to be one of the shittiest reasons (in this circumstance) for not going back out with me. ...I can't say anything more. I wish that I could, but i really can't. It's your move. In other news, work still sucks, but I'm finally being compensated for the shit I go through. I got my second (first real paycheck) and it was for 304 dollars and 16 cents. Almost all of that is going to insurance and shit that I owe my mom though. Which sucks. I think I'll go throw up again. Current Mood: Current Music: |
| Friday, August 1st, 2003 | |
| 0.35.am |-:+:-| 1.8.03 | Haven't updated in awhile, have I? I have been busy. As in "work-everynight-until-close-on-minimum-w Current Mood: Current Music: |
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