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| Friday, June 9th, 2006 |
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Oh dear, it's already been over two weeks? Oh well, let's pretend it hasn't and discuss hypnagogic hallucination, which is basically dreaming when you've just waken up. Finally, an explanation for those shady characters that poke around my bedroom at night and their pet spiders. One of which apepars to be just a blanket of shadow, but might be Batman escaping out my window. The other is actually more like a person carrying a toaster to smother me with. |
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| Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 |
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Blogs can be real conversation killers. Why would you tell people things that were in your blog? But what about the people who don't read your blog? Clueless. Don't get me wrong, blogs can be fine conversation starters, that's what the comments are for, but apart from Bliss and Izzy's arguments/flirtation, it's mostly less interactive. And I'll tell you this much: Don't expect any sincerity out of this. If for whatever reason you want any insight into my life or philosophies deeper than how many ninjas it takes to screw in a lightbulb: be my friend. Oh damn, that sounds desperate. :\ |
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| Monday, May 22nd, 2006 |
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I'm gonna give this whole blog thing another whirl. How many whirls would that be? I'm dizzy... First, I'm gonna throw out the fact most blogs suck. They're either empty (That is, missing substance and often vowels) or full. Overfull (that is, as one would say, emo). And the best blogs out there are fictional, whether you know it or not. So, I'm going to attempt to make a theme of blending fact and fiction. And for those in doubt, the previous entries are mostly true. For example, I often have very vivid and well-grounded dreams. Honestly. I don't only dream about cursed boards of wood. But having those dreams is really strange 'cause they very well could have happened. It's like if Gundam Wing and Gundam Seed were on back-to-back on Adult Swim and you watched them both each night. The stories would begin to entwine and you might get kind of confused. As such, I often spend the first 20 minutes I'm awake realizing the last four hours of my life did not happen. |
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| Monday, December 29th, 2003 |
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With my beloved Porno Panda's inspiration, I'll make one a post or two if you're lucky. First, I have CDs, lots of CDs, X soundtracks, Hellsing soundtracks, Nirvana, System of a Down, Queen! But due to the blasted neighbors I can't have it up loud past ten. Hence the 'subject'. Now today I've read over all of my blog and I've got to say I do write like Mark Twain in that I have anecdotes for everything. And they weren't from band camp, which differentiates me from Michelle of American Pie fame. Next I must explain how I am a horrible person to those who don't believe me. And some of you have been telling me this for some time now. Props to you for being way ahead of me. At school I talk to people without knowing their names. I forget how, but somehow they know mine, but I don't know theirs. Next, maybe I'll know their names, but it'll still take me years to remember their birthdays. Then years after to get a birthday present, so they're lookin' at a prison-sentence worth of wait for a birthday present. The closest thing Tim got to a Christmas present was a ten dollar loan. |
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| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003 |
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| Would someone tell Dan to shut the fuck up? | ||||
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| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2003 |
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| Well, I went to the dentist today and I swear the shittier your teeth are, the more they poke your gums and shine the light in your eye! Anyway, after that we went bowling, but I actually sat out, I didn't wanna play. Our lane was fucked up beyond-- me. The pin-picker-upper kept dropping the pins and the score screen was all funky with green, red and blue after images or some shit like that. I said we'd need 3-D glasses, and likewise asked a few people around if they had any 3-D glasses I could borrow. I think everyone should have 3-D glasses on them at all times. Ya never know when you could need them. | ||||
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| Saturday, July 19th, 2003 |
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| I'VE BEEN DUG. | ||||
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| Wednesday, July 16th, 2003 |
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Well my beloved Blissy prodded me to update, so I guess I should... On Monday I was going to write about the spondifferous adventure I had, but then I realized very little hapened. Basicly, I walked, learned my friend had a job, went to FunCoLand, did nothing, went to McDonalds, saw cops eating, left, went to Best Buy, basked in the glory that is Boogiepop Phantom, then left and read manga containing samurai bloodshed just inches from children reading of the space travels of Jimmy Neutron! Then I returned to meet my friend after work... Ah, assholes let them off early. So I found his house and we hung out and shit, then eventually my mom returned and headed back to pick up Boogiepop Phantom. Early birthday presents are the bitch, aren't they? Everyone's an asshole... 'Cept my mom. |
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| Thursday, July 3rd, 2003 |
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Seeing that I did next to nothing today, I shall write about my house. And Woodstock. Woodstock is the evil creation of Dan and Stan after a one night stand. Whoo! That kinda has a ring to it! Okay, Woodstock has nothing. The only major landmark it has is Popeyes. The only places in close proximity of my house are fast food restaurants, slightly less than fast food, but still fast restaurants, other restaurants, groceries stores, and-- drug dealers behind them all, I'm sure. The whole thing is set up to make me fat, I'm sure. Bastards. And apparently Woodstock is a bad town, full of drugs and-- umm, food? Hell, I dunno, but yesterday my friend said he wouldn't wanna be out too late in Woodstock because of all the bad-ness in the town. Creepy, and to think I like the dark. Okay, enough about Woodstock, I won't get into my-- umm, nine hundred and fifty six horrific stories of Woodstock that have yet to unfold, and we'll move onto my house: a nice condo in itself, but it has one thing going against it: It's in Woodstock. Okay, and a few other things like it cannot keep a constant room temperature. Ya turn on the AC, it gets too cold, ya turn it off, too hot. Plus, you can feel distinct difference in temperature between rooms when you step through doors. And the toilets have never worked. But I won't get into that, though I did somehow manage to lock everyone out of one of the bathrooms before we even moved in. x_X;; And then there's my computer. That has it's own superstititions... Like it will run if you plug some cord into a wall... Hah... Who ever heard of such craziness? |
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| Tuesday, July 1st, 2003 |
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Yes, Jade did a very good job of describing my newly created inner evil that scorns only one: Me. Previously known as 'irrational bastard', I decided to name him Dan, after a line in the Seinfeld episode Male Unbonding where Elaine suggests an excuse: 'How about: "You've been diagnosed as a multiple personality, you're not even you, you're Dan."' In the same conversation, Jade told me that I watch too much Seinfeld. Ah well, I like the idea of having a purgeable, asphyxiatable, disembowelable, decapatable, decollateable, decimateable, disintegrateable, dismantleable, dissectable, deterioratable, executeable, tormentable, mutilateable, annihilatable, combustable, eradicatable, excreteable, excommunicatable, self-destructable, sautéable, possibly edible, blightable, smiteable, malleable, terminateable, electrocutable, reapable, flammable, severable, terminateable, floggable, punishable, demolishable, condemable, pillageable, ravageable, devastatable, assaultable, deposable, deformable,incapacitatable, rupturable, explodable, fissureable, sunderable, harrowable,degradable, denouncable, carbonizeable, suffocateable, degeneratable, dispisable character to be the source of all my problems. I can blame Dan. After all, it usually is his fault anyway. But I do not mean this in a schistophrenic manner, Dan does not speak in monotone, he really doesn't speak at all, we just exchange thoughts and he fucks with me, that's all. What an asshole. Please, don't mind me, I'm insane. |
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| Monday, June 30th, 2003 |
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Well, I woke up at ten-thirty-ish with only two hours of sleep to show for the night. I took a shower to wake my ass up, so that maybe I could make it through the day at Granny's. Though not as bad as school, Granny's house is like an environmental depressant. So I got ready to go, pressured by my paranoid mother, and grabbed Wake and went out the door, where my mom mentioned that we'd be there 'til ten at which point my brother flipped out. He was all like, "That's too long! I can't live without my lubricant and pornography!" Okay, maybe that's not a direct quote, but regardless, off we go. I can't say I remember much of the forty-five minute car ride, but I do vaguely rememeber my brother's continuation of his previous bitchings. So we get there, and see a Eureka vaccum box, and I had to proclaim that my brother got a vacuum for his birthday. Oh, did I mention we were celebrating my brother's birthday (And grandpa's for that matter)? Guess not, ah well, Gramps got a kitty! Meow! Yay! Purr! ... And as it turned out, hide! So we walked in. The dogs ran! The dogs trample! The dogs lick! The dogs are insane creatures. Oh, and the people! The people! Don't get me started with them! Okay, it wasn't that bad. So, I said hello and made small talk with everyone, downed a Coke and tried to play a game of Magic upstairs with my brother. Well that was interrupted by, well, brunch, but before that, our four-year-old cousin Pierce from New Yprk who I apparently taught to abuse the word 'crazy' the last time he visited. He will laugh at anything, like something my brother said about avalanches, as well as my asking if he even knew what an avalance was. So then we ate brunch stuff, I had London Broil and some baked macaroni and cheese, then later cake, which I tried to carve around the rasberry filling and not eat that vile berry filling. So then my brother opened some gifts, got some clothes, fifty-two dollars and a tennis racket from what I understand. I never knew he had an interest in tennis. But whatever. We went outside to fuck around with the tennis racket, and accompanying tennis balls. Then we proceeded to hit balls in the street. Generally not the best place to do so, but this street was different. I swear, later when I looked both ways to cross it, a dude in a car going one way looked at me funny; and I dare you to find a moment in tiem where there is a car going each way on that street. Anyway, we moved on to where we had witnessed the Spondifferous Spectacle: the local park thingy. Pierce and my brother (Yes, I vow to keep his name a secret... For some reason.) were fucking around somewhere, and I actually made small talk with a stranger, which is rare, though I didn't know if it was a nice day or not. o.O;; But then I approached my brother, and he kind of froze and told me to turn around, and I did to see Pierce hunching over to take a shit on the woodchips by the tireswing. Diarrhea, no less. We went to take him home to change, but it seemed his attention span drained with his blatter, he wouldn't come and really just looked around at everyone and everything. We eventually got home, so yay. Then I lay down on the couch and heard my brother's attempts to play "Ode to Joy" on a piano, which only lasted about eight seconds per attempt, then later the repetition of the Fisher Price farm house's cow 'moo'ing. So after enough of that, I went upstairs to take a nap and spoke with my aunt, who mentioned an intereting tid-bit and thus began the search for the orgin of my allergies, which will air next Wednesday on the Discovery channel. Apparently, I'm the only one in the family with allergies... So then I slept for two hours, then went down to eat, fearful of salmon, I took the Chinese food over the Japanese, and also was reminded of last years motto, "Soy Sauce = Joy Sauce". And as I did so, my brother and Pierce went to the park again and I caught up with them joyed not to see them having a Pee Party or anything like that. Of course, I was just early, ya look away from that kid in the park and he's always excreting *something*!!! He pissed in the grass, so then me and my brother were fucking around with a basketball (ie hitting each other, or at least trying to while making baskets on very rare occasions), again we look away for one second and he's squattin' to take another shit. This time green. Glad I didn't eat whatever he ate. So then we went home, where I attempted to get my grandma to buy me a sword for my birthday. No luck. How evil. She also tended to ignore my other attempts to speak, so later we went down stairs to play a couple more games, then I actually watched the news at nine-thirty! I always see the 'COMING UP LATER' list and think 'Not for me' because usually I'm only watching the news because a disc won't load or something of that sort. But htis time I figured, maybe I'll actually see it! Wow! That would be a first. But nope. I fell asleep until my mom got there... Which was really only a half hour or so... :\ So then in the car we talking about a hooker my mom waited on at work, and then played a little game of "Guess that Game" with the only clue: My brother wanted to buy it. After countless guesses, I finally won! It was Enter the Matrix. Then we got home, I went straight to my room and turned on the computer and modem, them to the fridge to get a Dr. Pepper, then began wasting away my night once more. Oh yeah, and I typed about half of this up, then clicked a link... All go poofy, though during a classic TV "Nnnooooo" moment, I made a failed attempt to copy part of it for pasteage at a later time. So I retyped, thus concludes another waste of our time. [Edit: Lol. Jesus Christ, that's long. But if you read it all... I love you... Otherwise... FUCK OFF!!! Why the fuck did I even write this? Argh... ] |
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| Sunday, June 29th, 2003 |
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Inspired by Kath's use of utmost detail in her blog, I shall make an attempt to do the same. I woke up and looked at the time: 2:29, which really meant 3:29 since we never put it forward again. Hey, look at the time, same time, twelve hours later... Oh, wait, forgot about that one-hour differece thing, hopefully you did too. Now I doubt you'll believe me, since this will take two more hours to write. Regardless, seeing the time, I yelled 'Shit' and jumped out of bed, as I'm always sick of waking up so damn late. I was rather lost and the idea of taking a shower was vague, at least to the dense newly-awakened-- well, me. Anyway, the water was hot and that's all you really don't need to know. Then food seemd to be quite appealing. I had a small struggle with the refrigerator. I heard something hit-- something after closing the freezer, so I opened it again: Nothing. But then I opened the refrigerator and a bottle of water fell down. I shoved it back in the there and closed the 'frige, Kuroneko falling off the refrigerator in the process. Fucking vengeful appliance. I hung it back up and comtemplated suicide-- err-- to watch anime. I popped in Weiss Kreuz vol 1.... Didn't work. Then vol. 6... Didn't work. EVIL PS2. I popped in Vampire Hunter D Bloodlust... Didn't work... Popped it in again, it worked. Hurrah. I watched that, then took a nap. I woke up just in time for Seinfeld, and decided to pull something outta the freezer to eat. I settled upon some shitty chicken-shit and popped it in the microwave, picking a number one to ten for the time, and almost suceeding to stab myself with a knife in the same hand. Not that it would matter, though it was the sharpest knife in the kitchen, it could barely pierce skin.... I think, maybe I'll see for myself-- or not. That shit sucked. I really gotta learn to cook. I cooked stir fry once with my friend. Yeah, we were tossing the bag back and forth and it exploded, so we picked it all up and ate it. That was pretty good shit. Seinfeld was over, and I was flipping through the guide and saw Mr. Bean on there. Kick ass. Moreover, it was probably the best episode: Mr. Bean in Room 426. He ends up running about the hotel naked. He always ends up naked. That kinky bitch. Then the cartoon came on, it's kinda creepy, but it proved to me that crazy British pantomimes can solve crime. Then that was over and I switched to what was on the guide as 'Monty Python/Life' so I figure, ah, Life of Brian... Tricky bastards, it was Meaning of Life... Damn that fatass puking guy. And the Grim Reaper. And the hospitial administrator. Damn him too. I draw a pretty picture too and ate pizza during the movie. Then I got my fatass online and began to waste my time very similarly to that which you are right now, as you've read this far. Jesus, don't you have anything better to do? Ah well, I wrote it... And no, I don't have anything better to do. Yep, that's pretty much my day. I got pizza sauce of my pants too. So, you can thank or blame Kath for this monstrosity. And with that, I bid you adieu. [ Edit: God damn, Kath's day looks so much longer than mine... ] |
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| Saturday, June 28th, 2003 |
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Well, I haven't entered anything in two days, half of you must think I'm dead... Lol... Or not, seeing as I've probably talked to everyone who would be reading this in the past twenty-four hours... I'm not sure what to say at this point, but I guess I must say, I got another Mirari and so I'm happy, tis hard to have Cunning Wake with just one... Yeah, I'm just take this "MAGIC FREAK"-modified "DUNCE" cap off, and we'll never speak of that again! I slept too much again today... Oh yeah, but I did get all the dog tags in the Tanker incident in MGS2 (again), however this one asshole decided to take a day off and disappeared, so I had to run through it one more time to get his, which took all of sixteen minutes. My God!! I couldn't draw for shit today, but to put things into perspective, I wrote two and a half sentences in Antagonist and still did better writing today than drawing. My computer's a piece of shit, the cow still has control over it, that bitch!! Ya know, I could really go for a steak... That would be yummy... Yeap... HITEN MITSURAGI STYLE KAZUU RYU SEN!!! -- Or something like that!! ( Sorry, that wouldn't fit in my 'Mood' slot. ) |
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| Wednesday, June 25th, 2003 |
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| Okay, with the aid of Bliss for reminding me to rant, I've kept my word! Ranting 'Next Wednesday'! Hey, would that be considered part of the rant? Or how 'bout that? Ah, well, before we end up in an endless spiral of wonder as toward what qualifies as a part of a rant, I must say: Do you have any idea how hard it is to type with an ice cream cone in one hand? Ah, I'm sure most of you do... Fatasses... Hahaha... And I was gonna rant about the fact that no one comments, but Jadie commented, that rantation material theif! Ah well, I've got other stuff like... The fact that... Ummm... Fuck, eight minutes! I'd already been typing for five minutes? Fuck, I am a slow typist, and these IMs aren't help me!!! AIM!! Freeze!!! Fun, I'm talking to inanimate objects... No, it's not even an object!!! What *is* AIM? Other than a program I mean, is it a digital entity? A massage therapist? Perhaps the very essence of communication! The world may never know. Four minutes. Oh my. Oh, wait, that's six minutes. Fuck, I can't add or subtract. Oh hey, Inu-Yasha's over, that's just about the only part of it I saw... Yep.. Five minutes... Wait, now I just realized I'd have to post *before* midnight, not AT midnight... Three minutes. And I realized I can simply rant about time!! Time doesn't fly when you're having fun... That's all a lie... Time... Is an ass, it never passes when you want it to, and to use another well-hated analogy, time willfly when pigs fly. Yeah... And analogy has 'anal' in it... Wheeheehee... Not that I care... Really... ... ... Fuck you. I dunno what else to say anymore! Time's ticking away, and I feel like there's a bomb, and somehow typing lotsa bullshit will cause it to stop... One minute. Ah, red wire or blue wire?! FISSION MAILED!! AH!!! | ||||||
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Bebop the Movie's out! I got it! I haven't opened it! Tim brought it over too! We watched his before, during and after the getifying of my copy! Vincent Volaju kicks ass! But that's about it for the good stuff! Tim's sleeping over! Okay, I guess that's good too, but seriously, everything else sucks! I missed half of Kenshin to walk to Pizza Hut in the hot-- hotliness of Woodstock! Twas far! My allergies have been bitchy all day! But most of all... NO POP. NONE. Wait, there's some Vanilla Coke, but that dun't count. I'm downloading that episode of Kenshin... Now hurry up so I can stop babysitting and go to bed!! |
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| Saturday, June 21st, 2003 |
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Thanks be to Bliss for doing-- something rather-- to make my blurty purty! Yay! ... Really, that's about it, but I'll make it look like I have a life by saying I've been drawing and writing shit lately! Wow. I like chocolate milk. I lack food. I walked to the post office today. And I watched Justice League! And I gotta say the Aquaman in the Justice League is a hell of a lot better than that shitty dolphin fucker I'd seen before. Hmn... Let's not introduce you to my tendancies to rant 'til say... Next Wednesday? |
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| Wednesday, June 18th, 2003 |
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| Sunday, June 15th, 2003 |
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| This looks like shit... No, at least shit would be amusing... How I make this purty? | ||||||||
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Well, seeing that I have oddles of time on my hands now. More than I know what to do with. I've decided to try a blurty again! Also, since I made an *enormous* contribution to Blissy's blurty, I might as well get my own! And so here we are. How 'bout that? |
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Blurty for Stufu.
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