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    Thursday, January 29th, 2004
    12:44 am
    so that this journal doesn't get destory since I need it partly to do things, here



    I'm not so depressed anymore, thank you




    JAMMY




    still though, blurty sucks
    left right down up twist oh smack&jack SPINKICK
    Tuesday, September 9th, 2003
    9:50 pm
    blurty sucks

    fuck this shit, its dumb

    WhiteTrashRockAndRollHardcoreFuckYou

    Current Music: straylight run - existentialism on prom night
    Thursday, September 4th, 2003
    8:57 pm
    Vegal
    I don't know, but I thought this had some nice funny points



    BrandNewDORK18: i know you did not call me nancy
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: haha
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: nancy B willson
    BrandNewDORK18: well..im the devil and i will steal your soul
    BrandNewDORK18: and kill-ith you
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: the only way the devil can kill me and take my soul is to suck my penis because I stuck the ticket ( my soul) in my pee pee hole
    BrandNewDORK18: EwwWWWwWWwwwwWwwwWWw
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: its the safest place
    BrandNewDORK18: i am the devil...which makes me powerful and what not so i shall find a way to get that dang ticket...without goin near your ding-dong
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: the only other way is to suck it backwards from the mouth nancy
    BrandNewDORK18: ur insane
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: haha cool
    BrandNewDORK18: no...your not
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: whatever you say nancy, whatever you say
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: you're not going to pilfer my pee pee hole
    BrandNewDORK18: STOP IT
    BrandNewDORK18: that name reminds me of iceskating!
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: oh okay
    BrandNewDORK18: EwwWWww..stop saying pee hole too
    BrandNewDORK18: man...i got me some bad cramps
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: go swimming
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: ?
    BrandNewDORK18: good idea
    BrandNewDORK18: but not
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: I meant did you go swimming
    BrandNewDORK18: no
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: oh, well I don't know what's wrong with you then
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: too many pizza pies
    BrandNewDORK18: no..its my woman thing,lol...im in pain
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: oh I see
    BrandNewDORK18: i hate being female
    BrandNewDORK18: my life would be so much easier with a penis
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: except
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: its often painful too when you jack off too many times in a row
    BrandNewDORK18: ha..i suppose
    BrandNewDORK18: doesnt it hurt if you dont do it often enough too?
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: nope
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: just gets annoying
    BrandNewDORK18: ..i heard that from someone
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: consantly gets hard
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: for no reason a lot of times
    BrandNewDORK18: maybe that was just an excuse for them to do it very often
    BrandNewDORK18: thats awesome
    BrandNewDORK18: i want a penis
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: i WANT A VAG., THEY'RE MUCH BETTER
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: YOU can store pepsi in there and sneak it out durning the day and drink it
    BrandNewDORK18: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
    BrandNewDORK18: no..it wouldnt stay cold
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: I'm sure its roomy
    BrandNewDORK18: ..with a penis you can pee standing up and do it nywhere u want
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: put like a ice bottle in there too
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: you can pee standing up with a vag too just you need a pipe or a tub
    BrandNewDORK18: it wouldnt feel that great
    ROCKERTHESHOCKER: well have a funnel too
    BrandNewDORK18: lol

    Current Music: Keepsake - sweet white lies
    7:13 pm
    "I'm fighting today for a worse tomorrow'
    GOSH DARN, GOSH DARN

    today sucked, I went to sleep at 1 because my body is stupid and doesn't know when to sleep so I was half there all day, the amount of homework is ridiculous and what makes it worse I left my cal. book on the bus so I have to try really hard to get 18 problems done in 20min tomorrow. My parents and I are getting evicted from our house by my aunt and uncle because we sold them the house and they're tired of waiting for us to find a house, we have until sept. 30. I'm reading a stupid book I already because I have to for english, the teach is so dumb , dumb dumb dubmddjmd dubmdjbvmd dumb. I also failed the stupid question test at the DMV, so I have to wait ten days for the retry to get my permit, I'll study a bit this time though; I only messed up by one question and that was the last one so I should be good next time. I remember completely now why I loathed school all the previous years, I always forget midway through the summer.


    Thank god tomorrow is Friday and shai hulud show sat., thats is what makes it all worth wild babes, anchalatas, ANCHALATES, I swear to god I'm going to do something hilariously stupid and funny tomorrow, I have no idea as of this moment but I will, make blast some gansta rap in best buy and harlem shake to that, run naked somewhere; I've been wanting to get naked a lot for some reason lately, I'm giving mark a hulk mask so maybe that'll come in to play, maybe I'll go to pathmark to buy hot dogs secretly throw them at people, maybe take my video camera and have mark tape as I go in to stores yelling "for honor and country, for honor and country I mow the lawn and shit on the floor, THE FLOOR, PEACHES, ANCHALATAS". I want something to replace the anti-happy of this school week.

    Lately I keep thinking about the book CHOKE, how the this really fat guy is naked on all fours with this monkey sticking balls up his ass, to be completely comfortable with that, to be like I'm comfortable enough with myself that I can let this monkey stick balls up ass, it amazes me so....thats freedom

    Current Mood: mad I left my book behind
    Current Music: Senses fail - dreaming a reality
    Tuesday, September 2nd, 2003
    10:31 pm
    "What I lived for"
    I wrote this in school today

    may the ebony flow to the center of my being
    for everything I am not worth is delivered inside to spoil and crode
    In spite of blindness, I go on
    I burn my reserves, my stored oil from everything that died
    I shall live off of death.
    I shall die for what I lived for, the desire to live even in the darkest clout

    I don't know, I wrote it in literally 3 minutes at most but it has a nice vague feeling to it I say; probably could be better but not today.

    Seriously, why am I weird, unnatural, and strange? Is it because I listen to Nofx when its thought I should listen to JayZ.?Is it because I don't care about the things others hold in the highest esteem? It is because I'm quiet then I explode with energy? It is because I make the wrong decisions consantly without notice? Is it because I'm too causally random for my own good? Is it because I have a dead bird in my drawer, was able to suck my own ding, run 10 miles often, "japanese fighting fish", the button, the thing with samantha, my writing on the way, my cold house, my crying shit dog, my odd ball parents, moby dick, the bread water lettuce, sandy & 86, the jackie saga, what oh what could it really be?

    you know you're my baby blue snugs

    Current Mood: exhausted
    Current Music: NIN - Hurt
    5:06 pm
    loco
    my school day schedule

    english 4

    stupid stuff there, the teacher's new, I'm smarter than the teach, I hate this, not learning anything but I don't want to work so much as the AP people, oh well this is what I get

    AP stat

    this is a easy class I enjoy

    AP cal

    hard but the same teacher as AP stat and she's crazy so it makes it enjoyable

    AP bio

    good teach but its all just notes so far and I'm in their for two whole hours

    Lunch

    I eat in 15 seconds, and wait with these other quiet people until I go to my next class

    world history

    this guy hates the gov't and religion, he's my school teacher hero

    physics

    first day I had this since my schedule change but it seems like its going to be fun and the class is only 40 minutes long so its not that bad

    then the bus ride home, I'm the only person that likes rock everyone else is a dumb, thats not an adj. but a noun

    I run two miles after I got home. Thats my day plain and simple but I saw a dead squiral on my run home.

    button please oh please, I need

    Current Mood: blah
    Current Music: el nino - I am loco
    Monday, September 1st, 2003
    8:49 pm
    Johnny got his gun
    today I finished reading my first book for a bit, JOHNNY GOT HIS GUN, it was another excellent book. Since none of you are likey to or have read this, I'll give you a sample of the goods.

    on a side note, this book was banned in america during WW1 because it was making people think and such

    "He was the future he was a perfect picture of the future and they were afraid to let anyone see what the future was like. Already they were looking ahead they were figuring the future and somewhere in the future they saw war. To fight that war they would needmen and if men saw the future they wouldn't fight. So they were masking the fuure they were keeping the future a soft quiet deadly secret. They knew that if all the little people all the little guys asaw the future they would begin to ask questions. They would ask questions and they would find answers and they would say to the guys who wanted them to fight they would say you lying thieving sonsofbitches we won't fight we won't be dead we will live we are the world we are the future and we will not let you butcher us no matter what you say no mater what speeches you make no matter what slogans you wrtie. Remember it well we we we are the world we are what makes it go round we make bread and cloth and guns we are the hub of the wheel and the spokes and the wheel itself without us you would be hungry naked worms and we will not die. We are immortal we are the sources of life we are the lowly despicable ugly people we are the great wonderful beautiful people of the world and we are sick of it we are utterly weary we are done with it forever and ever because we are the living and we will not be destroyed.
    If you make a war if there are guns to be aimed there are bullets to be fired if there are men to be killed they will not be us. They willl not be us the guys who grow wheat and turn it inot food the gusy who makes clothes and paper and houses and tiles the guys who build dams and power plants and string the long moaning high tension wires the guys who crack crude oil down into a dozen different parts who make light globes and sewing machines and shovels and automobiles and airplanes and tanks and guns oh no it will not be us who die. It will be you.
    It will be you _you who urge us on to battle you who incite us against ourselves you who would have one cobbler kill another cobbler you who would have one man who works kill another man who works you who would have one human being who wnats only to live kill another human being who wants only to live. Remember this. Remember this well you people who plan for war. Remember this well you peple who plan for war. Remember this you patriots you fierce ones you spawners of hate you inventors of slogans. Remember this as you have never remembered anything else in you lives.
    We are men of peace we are men who work and we want no quarrel. But if you destroy our peace if you take away our work if you try torange us one against the other we will know what to do. If you tell us to make the world safe for democracy we will take you seriously and by god and by Christ we will make it so. We will use the guns you force upon us we will use them to defend our very lives and the menace to our lives does not lie on the other side of a nomansland that was set apart without our cnsent it lies within our own boundaries here and now we have seen it and we know it.
    Put the guns into our hands and we will use them. Give us the slogans and we will turn them into realities. Sing the battle hymns and we will take them up where you left off. Not one not ten not ten thousand not a milion not ten millions not a hundred millions but a billion two billions of us all the people of the world we will have the slogans and we will have the hymns and we will have the guns and will use them and we will live. Make no mistake of it we will live. We will be alive and we will walk and talk and eat and sing and laugh and feel and love and bear our children in tranquility in security in decency in peace. you plan the wars you masters of men plan the wars and point the way and we will point the gun."

    button please
    Saturday, August 30th, 2003
    2:45 pm
    the number 86, thats what I'm thinking of right now

    I had fun yesterday with Rachel. She picked me up, ''met the folks" and we iz-bow to her house to pick up more moola then it was to the concord mall. We went to two book stores, hot topic where I got a dropkick murphy's patch and this cd store for punk-O-rama 8 which is a very good cd. Then I went to best buy to blast it and hardcore dance around which was fun but I think it embrassed rachel but I know she loved it, every gosh darn fracking sec. of it. We then tried to go to the movies but both threaties we tried sucked, the movies sucked, the times suck so we went and got din dins. My first time entering a Friendly's where we were greeted by a transexual. I ate my cod, thats right cod fish. What the hell is cod . Whatever, ate it in like under a min which shocked rach after which she drove me home but kinda got lost in wilmington for a few minutes, met some lady "hi, I'm a justa ned lic 99 cent for smokes, thats all I got' but we kept driving on. Got to my house, gave her the grand tour of the estate. Showed her the bird's nest or burial ground whatever you want to call it thats in my room. Then I walked her back to the car where we hugged for a bit then kissy kissed with the venomous sea serpents. Then that was it. BamO sha dig

    Today, I'm going to write some more in my book. I'm really uppty about writing it now. I have the inspiration that I lost when school ended. School is my pain, thats what inspires me to write. But my damn AP cal. homework is so hard, no lessons yet just review of last year and I don't remember like 1/2 that stuff. What really pisses me off is that my English class is reading two books I've already read and doing major units about them. I don't want to return to that stuff. I want to tred new ground. I've seen what they have to offer, now lets all say it together "fock reading books twice'.

    HMMMMMMMM HERMMMM MOooo I learned also today this band that I thought was Thegetaway was really just matchbook romance, Thegetaway is just the name of an cd of theirs. Stupid Kazaa people renaming things. Oh and I've found a new love for the casualties

    Current Mood: artistic
    Current Music: The sex pistols
    Wednesday, August 27th, 2003
    11:14 pm
    you can follow logic or you can believe in emotion
    today was my first day of school

    boring
    dull
    hard classes with stupid people that make me feel stupid, I'm not in it for peity classes this year, give me the hard shat
    I was one of the most emo/punk people though which was neat
    this girl gave me her number without asking and you know what, thats the way its suppose to go, except I'm not attractived to this one unfortunately

    I ran around outside today and its much harder than inside, way harder, so I'm sticking towards the outside for a while to see if it helps my body

    the work, its all stupid, I'm so going to be champ this read all the competition has like dewindled to 1/3 the size from last year it seems, everyone's like thats to hard or I want to take it easy, I'm like suck my ding ding, I ain't afraid of no ghost, give me headshots teacher

    one teach was cool though, was all like organized religon sucks because its just made by the gov't to take the money away from the people. thats probably going to be my favorite class

    my english class is stupid, I'm going to have to teach myself again this year. they'll be reading something like on a 11th/12th grade level, I want the stuff you can't ever imagine reading all the way through like war and peace or moby dick.

    yeah, stupid school, I want my baby back baby back chile baby back ribs, OK, got that, CHIle

    lets all just be like science....

    but once again I protest nothing will get me down, I shall be happy

    wow I'm such a terrible lier

    Current Mood: calm
    Current Music: the faint - agenda suicide
    Tuesday, August 26th, 2003
    7:23 pm
    my last day
    ok tomorrow the battle shall commence once more and I being the SANTO MARIEO BLANKA THE MEXICAN WARRIOR OF GREECE I'm going to beat the shizmo out of school this year with my 4 pairs of hot pants and 5 shirts of coolness. I'm going to make little timmy proud. Today is the last day of summer I shall ever have again as a kid and really...I don't care. Lets do this. I'm tired of having all this crap on my back. Also a person I sort of knew died. This pisses me off. They can't just go dieing. I haven't made them laugh nearly enough or befriended them enough. I'm thinking seriously now where as before I'm like I'm SAL MONTO TERENCE THE ATHENS WARRIOR OF EAGLES, what if I die tomorrow what would I like to be said.

    I want Rachel hahahahahahahahahahahaha, wooooooo. The end. I could say a whole lot more like how gosh darn wonderful she makes me feel every single time I see her, how she looks so adorable, the music she likes is the bestest best, she's just all around 5 points past 10, thats a 15, how in the world, it just isn't possible but it has happened, but yeah I'm going to say much more because I'll just look pitful. I really couldn't care less about anything else though

    I know she'll probably go out with someone else like josh the MEXICAN SANTOS MARACA OF DUTCH'N-HYMEN, be superly duperly busy with school related things or get annoyed of thee but I really won't be that troublesome I don't think, but I can wait, hell I waited 9 months for Jackie then she fucked me over and I recieved nothing in return but whatever I was dumb, GOT CATCH'M ALL, the MEXICAN SWEEPING CANCAN ship CAPtains

    Real homes are made of brick. -random quote of the day

    This year I making a extreme effort not to be sad no matter what troubles razzle their way towards me. Last year was depression, this year is going to be jubilation, even though so much has happened recently to muff up my plan, getting threatened to get kicked out of the house, my dad getting extremely mad at me for my mohawk, a person I knew died, the usual oppression by family, being called property, but I will no longer dabble in this self pity. I shall not.

    ALso this year, I'm really going to try and limit my cussing just because it offends myself when I let it spill. Alternatives are fock, furk, shat, bass, sh + it, bOtch, bunghole, varmit, staple, smity, salma hiack, fruit juice. Its a step by step program. Soon I just won't say offensive words at all.

    this year, screw whatever you heard, I'm going to be valictorian, I'm slacky off a bit, I'm putting actually 100% effort in to every little thing unlike the past years where I slept and magically got everything done. Look what I've done without trying, imagine what I can do when I put forth effort. THe possibilites are endless mark, its a dangerious world mark, you'll be okay mark, I'll save you come alice and sandy.

    Yeah you know how I'm going to spend my last day of summer. With my porch door open upstairs blasting misfits because I swear with my new threaded bookbag and clothes and just plain me, I'm going to be the most punked kid in my school plus starting may 13 I'll have like a 4 in. plus mohawk that will dominate over all. I will being the star lighting example that punk people aren't stupid, that in fact punk people are some of the smartest peopel around. We don't hold to stupid beliefs of old people. We accept everyone who's just their selves.

    Yeah this year, Jacob Adam Hess is going to fock shat up. Punk music. Punk clothes. Punk attiude. Punk focking everything.

    Current Mood: ecstatic
    Current Music: the misfits - don't open till doomsday
    Sunday, August 24th, 2003
    10:41 pm
    end of summer and the end of my childhood
    I propose a question. Did they seperate because they were too weak or were they too strong? By "they" I mean anything, grapes from a vine, apples from trees, or children from their parents.

    I haven't been writing in this journal for the simple reason that my parents read it but today, I don't care. I want to vent my anger and since my body is too tired to perform strenuous activities, this journal shall be revived for the time being.

    Summer's over. This is what I gained from it.

    -everyone is fucking stupid, accept it, you are and so am I
    -people lie and decieve others for no good reason other than to met with their own personnal agenda, I being the one lied and decieved to by many
    -good guys aren't noticed that often because they don't stand out
    -people are property not beingS of self-ownership, one is owned by the gov't, their parents, and possibly god
    -the whole keeping the topic of sex and sex related subjects quiet, ex: anal beads, self-propelled dildos, etc... and in the background doesn't help everyone, it just further keeps the parts of the populace discontent, people need more courage for change and the ability to see everything without the discrimnating eye (brave new world)
    -one does not know the world through pictures, the world is motion to be seen in momentum not in slide shots. (moby dick)
    -the whitest thing is sometimes worse than the blackest dim (moby dick)
    -my parents keep threatening me to move to FL but if they do, I shall move away like my other brother and never return contact with them, my parents aren't that great
    -I've hurt people, and I'm sorry, kristy, maureen, Sandy aka 86, many other people that I've long forgotten
    -as long as I learn for my mistakes I can always live another day and repent for them (trigun)
    -America really sux, there's like 15 better countries out there, also texas freaking blows, NO, it blows
    -nobody can really say if anything writing wise is good or not, its all about the what we like personally, a retard may say a picture of a pony is the best thing ever while the monalisa is crap, and a business gent. may say the opposite. It's all perspective. I fucking enjoy listening to odd/strange/weird/unusal noises. (volunteering at Easter Seals)


    lastly, I want a god damn girlfriend who's smart enough to have a conversation without the consant use of slange words, who "likes me for me", perfers rock/alternative/hardcore/punk/ska/heavymetal/emo/screamo music, lives close enough, isn't obessive over stupid shit, oh most importantly of all isn't a GOD DAMN SKUZZY ASS SLUT WHO SUCKS COCK OF EVERYONE SHE KNOWS, in others words, NOT A FUCKING WHORE.

    I believe they were just wanting to try something new, nothing to do with strength nor weakness.

    Current Mood: aggravated
    Current Music: brand new - seventy times 7
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