.·¨·~Only A Placeholder~·¨·.
So a friend of mine asked me to post the german characters that are absent from the english language. I decided to post every alt character I could find. While I'm all for doing that on Xanga, it would disappear over time. I'm pretty sure that I won't be updating this ever again, so they are going to go here. The format will be "code to place character in sentence" = "character". The code is all ASCII, and can be accessed by holding the alt key and typing in the numbers, then releasing the alt key.

ALT-0128 = € ALT-0129 = *space*  ALT-0130 = ‚
ALT-0131 = ƒ ALT-0132 = „ ALT-0133 = …
ALT-0134 = † ALT-0135 = ‡ ALT-0136 = ˆ
ALT-0137 = ‰ ALT-0138 = Š ALT-0139 = ‹
ALT-0140 = Œ ALT-0141 =*backspace  ALT-0142 = Ž
ALT-0143 = *Not really sure what that does* ALT-0144 = *backspace*  ALT-0145 = ‘
ALT-0146 = ’ ALT-0147 = “ ALT-0148 = ”
ALT-0149 = • ALT-0150 = – ALT-0151 = —
ALT-0152 = ˜ ALT-0153 = ™ ALT-0154 = š
ALT-0155 = › ALT-0156 œ ALT-0157 = *same as 0143, not sure*
ALT-0158 = ž ALT-0159 = Ÿ ALT-0160 = *space*
ALT-0161 = ¡ ALT-0162 = ¢ ALT-0163 = £
ALT-0164 = ¤ ALT-0165 = ¥ ALT-0166 = ¦
ALT-0167 = § ALT-0168 = ¨ ALT-0169 = ©
ALT-0170 = ª ALT-0171 = « ALT-0172 = ¬
ALT-0173 = *space*­ ­ ALT0174 = ® ALT-0175 = ¯
ALT-0176 = ° ALT-0177 = ± ALT-0178 = ²
ALT-0179 = ³ ALT-0180 = ´ ALT-0181 = µ
ALT-0182 = ¶ ALT-0183 = · ALT-0184 = ¸
ALT-0185 = ¹ ALT-0186 = º ALT-0187 = »
ALT-0188 = ¼ ALT-0189 = ½ ALT-0190 = ¾
ALT-0191 = ¿ ALT-0192 = À ALT-0193 = Á
ALT-0194 = Â ALT-0195 = Ã ALT-0196 = Ä
ALT-0197 = Å ALT-0198 = Æ ALT-0199 = Ç
ALT-0200 = È ALT-0201 = É ALT-0202 = Ê
ALT-0203 = Ë ALT-0204 = Ì ALT-0205 = Í
ALT-0206 = Î ALT-0207 = Ï ALT-0208 = Ð
ALT-0209 = Ñ ALT-0210 = Ò ALT-0211 = Ó
ALT-0212 = Ô ALT-0213 = Õ ALT-0214 = Ö
ALT-0215 = × ALT-0216 = Ø ALT-0217 = Ù
ALT-0218 = Ú ALT-0219 = Û ALT-0220 = Ü
ALT-0221 = Ý ALT-0222 = Þ ALT-0223 = ß
ALT-0224 = à ALT-0225 = á ALT-0226 = â
ALT-0227 =ã ALT-0228 = ä ALT-0229 = å
ALT-0230 = æ ALT-0231 = e ALT-0232 = è
ALT-0233 = é ALT-0234 = ê ALT-0235 = ë
ALT-0236 = ì ALT-0237 = í ALT-0238 = î
ALT-0239 = ï ALT-0240 = ð ALT-0241 = ñ
ALT-0242 = ò ALT-0243 = ó ALT-0244 = ô
ALT-0245 = õ ALT-0246 = ö ALT-0247 = ÷
ALT-0248 = ø ALT-0249 = ù ALT-0250 = ú
ALT-0251 = û ALT-0252 = ü ALT-0253 = ý
ALT-0254 = þ ALT-0255 = ÿ

You're welcome Alex.

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Belle & Sebastian - Beautiful

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~My Beautiful Mistake~·¨·.
Everyday I try to celebrate the time we had instead of regretting that it ended. It doesn't work. I end up thinking about why we stopped, and then that moves on to me thinking about who she's with now, and then I start thinking that a) she had people lined up while we were still together, or b) she was with other people. Now, while it was assumed beforehand that this could/may end up the case, I have no reason to be angry (you read: crushed). But I am. And I'm not sure why. I think that I had deeper feelings for her than I led everyone, myself included, to believe. And when I found that she had quite literally none past friendship for me, it was like falling on a pole and having it go through my abdomen. Now I am walking around with a hole in my abdomen. Hindsight is always 20/20, and I know now that I should not have even gotten involved. I knew that night I shouldn't have gotten involved. Or maybe I'm deluding myself, but I digress. It was a mistake. A very large and grevious mistake. One that I fear may injure our relationship. However, the nature of the beast has not yet presented itself. I still hang out with her and the group, and during those times, save Saturday night, I feel no ill-will towards her. I find her company quite nice. As soon as I leave though, my thoughts turn to her treachery. I begin to feel sick, and start losing focus of real life. It's as if my mind falls into a black hole of thought, and nearly nothing can help me to escape from it. Kids, I apologize for the next sequence of words I'm about to put together. I promised myself two things at the beginning of this...essay. I would not mention her name, and I wouldn't end up describing my mentality, in any way, big or small, as depressed. However, it's as if I fall into short bouts of depression. I lose all will to live for right around fifteen minutes, and have been lucky so far as to be restrained from doing anything rash. I stop eating for days at a time, and despise almost everything around and about myself. I lose all self-esteem and look in disgust at the mirror everytime I see one. Funny how a girl could invoke such feelings from me. But apparently they have had plenty of practice. I feel bipolar, and as for now, I'm going to go read a book that doesn't quite qualify as anything like a book. Rather, it's a way for relieving my bipolarity.

Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: Ima Robot - What are we made of

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Sinking Like A Stone In The Sea~·¨·.
Haven't updated in a long time. Mah Bad. Got a new place tho. Aqui. Other than that, I have been grounded. After my previous update, my parents found the net on my computer, and said I lied to them (which, let's face it, I kinda did) so they took the computer. I'm starting to really wish I had someone that loved me. And I don't mean, "I love you Corey, now clean your room." I mean, "I love you Corey, and want to be with you every waking minute." Ok...maybe not that severe, but you get the difference. Heh, my mom thinks that I should just reconsider my choices of friends. I happen to think that my friends are great. They may not do the greatest stuff, but they are still great. Abe would not be Abe if he didn't smoke all that pot. Hopefully, this fucker with the 92 Firebird will call back and say his mom was just being a dumb-ass. This guy has a nice car that I want to buy. Real nice. Only some of the things in his attitude and actions are the beginnings of what could possibly be the starts of him selling us a car that will run for 2 months then shit out on me. He was at work when I called him today, but apparently, he called his mom and told her that I had called. So she called me, and started to talk to my dad about taking the car to one of our mechanics to have it checked out. He says "Would it be alright if i drove down there to get it, left my car for a collateral-type thing, and drove it to the mechanic?" Apparently (I couldn't hear) she said that he couldn't because she would have to drive it. So he said "Ok, then we don't want the car anymore" *click.* Sumbitch. So I hope he calls and says "Look my mom was being a dumb bitch *sounds of him hitting his mom with an aluminum baseball bat* you can come get it and drive it to the mechanic." But most likely, he won't. Fuck. It was a nice car too.

*Update (7.28.04 22:18)* The Firebird guy is a shiteater, and never called back. I did find a nice 92 Buick Park Ave. to buy though.

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Music: Brand New - The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Apocalypse please...~·¨·.
How would it affect the world if I died tomorrow? How long would it take you to forget me and move on? How could anyone have been touched so deeply by me that my death would depress them to the point of...depression? My parent's "protection" and their "doing this for your own good" has become a maximum security prison. "You don't need friends, you have
FAMILY!
WOO HOO! I've got FAMILY! No offense or anything, BUT I'VE FUCKING DEALT WITH YOU AND THE REST OF THE FAMILY FOR 17 FUCKING YEARS, I THINK I NEED SOME TIME OFF!!!!! Yes, some of my friends smoke pot. I don't. Yes, some of my friends drink, A LOT. I don't. Yes, some of my friends go around fucking without a jimmy hat and end up with kids. I DON'T. Because I know the repercussions of some of these offenses. You know what else I don't do? I don't smoke crack. I don't whore myself out to random men. I DON'T SMOKE CRACK!!!! That alone is fucking enough!! But, my parents feel the need to limit my friends, feeling that some of them are, get this, a bad influence on me. It's like I'm still 4. Monkey see, Monkey do. Oops, Abe smoked a bowl. Now I gotta get me some of that shit! Doesn't work like that folks. I make my own choices, unless my parents give me my own opinions and orders. If I wanted to, I would be out every night smoking weed. I would be out smoking crack if I wanted to. I could, in theory, if I wanted to, be whoring myself out to men on the street for two dollars. BUT I DON'T. You know why? CUZ I CHOOSE NOT TO. Now, my parents said they'd let me do more if I would just give them the truth. Here's an almost perfect description of that conversation:

ME: Hey mom, I'm gonna go with Abe and fuck any chick that will, drunk or not. Then, we are gonna go back to his apartment, cuz he lives on his own (did I mention he's a pot head? Yea, a big one) and shoot stuff with a BB gun from his balcony. Then maybe, we will drive to Denny's at like three in the morning and get something to eat. Hopefully Abe won't get pulled over, cuz he's gonna be REALLY fucking drunk by then.
MOM: *passes out*
DAD: *hand cuffs corey to the toilet in the bathroom and proceeds to smash his cell phone with a hammer.*

See? Isn't that exactly what you thought would happen. Cuz it's what I thought was gonna happen. God I love knowing how the soap operas are going to unfold. Lying is absolutely necessary. ABSOLUTELY, DON'T EVEN TRY TO ARGUE GODDAMMIT. With my parents, the truth would floor them. It might get me sent to live with my aunt, 30 miles away, or my uncle, 1500 miles away. As of right now, they know, probably about 45% of the truth of my life. Lying is necessary. I would never be allowed out of the house if I didn't lie.

"You could always try being good, and doing wholesome things that meet with the good old christian values.."

Two reasons I can't do something good.
1: I'M NOT FUCKING CHRISTIAN. I DON'T FOLLOW THE VALUES SET BY RELIGIOUS GROUPS, AND THAT'S WHY A FUCKING AMENDMENT TO THE CONSTITUTION OUTLAWING GAY MARRAIGE IS BULLSHIT.
2. Good = not fun. Do you know how fucking boring ICE SKATING got? How about bowling? Or maybe I could go and dick around at the mall till nine, then come home? NO. NO NO NO NO. Fuckers at the mall piss me off more than Maximum Security Household does. I want to go and crash at my friends house and not come home because they were passed out in a drunken stupor. I want to shoot shit from a balcony with a BB gun. I want to get yanked out of a car because the driver was swerving in the Target parking lot after leaving Denny's. And for fuck's sake, I want to have sex without trying to hide it from my parents. I want to look them in the eyes and say "I'm gonna go fuck, I have condoms, I'll see you in the morning." And then, maybe if I have some time left, I'll fuck again, and then go to denny's to have some fucking fried mozzarella. But I can't. Because my parents have it in their head that I am not responsible enough to take care of my affairs, sexual, and non. FUCK YOU AND BULLSHIT.

Current Mood: angry
Current Music: Dashboard Confessional - This Bitter Pill

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~I wish it was raining...~·¨·.
Much more shitty weather ahead... an unforseen hurricane accompanied by hail approaches on the horizon. Much bombardment included with much damage if ever found out. If discovered, two more storms would move into the area and decimate ...me. Fuckin 'ell. I'm in such trouble.

Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: A.F.I. - This Celluloid Dream

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~...Because I hate every beautiful day~·¨·.
So things are gonna get shitty here pretty soon. I won't tell you why, but let's just say things will, at the least be interesting. My computer has so much crap on it now. I need to clear some shit off of it. I used to have like almost five gigs of memory and now I only have two. It sucks. So I'm off to clean up the computer. Peace, nuckahs.

Current Mood: annoyed
Current Music: A.F.I. - Death Of Seasons

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Oh shit.~·¨·.
Well I wasn't going to tell you, but hey, what the hell?
Yesterday, May 1, 2004 - a date which will live in infamy – I was suddenly and deliberately attacked by manual and vaginal forces of the Empire of Jordan.
I was at peace with that woman and, at the solicitation of her, was still in conversation with her intellect and herself looking toward the maintenance of peace in the bed. Indeed, one hour after she had commenced sleeping, she rolled over and began with the sex making.
It will be recorded that the distance of me from her makes it obvious that the attack was deliberately planned many days or even weeks ago. During the intervening time she had deliberately sought to deceive me by false statements and expressions of hope for continued virginity.
As Commander-in-Chief of the Army and Navy, I have directed that all measures be taken for the continuation of sexual activity.
I believe I interpret my own will correctly when I assert that I will make very certain that this form of treachery shall encompass me as many times as possible..
With confidence in our prophylactics - with the unbounded determination for sex - I will gain the inevitable triumph - so help me God.

Current Mood: guilty as charged
Current Music: The Rapture - heaven

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~[I] don't charge extra touching fees...so touch me please~·¨·.
So. Jordan is fun. She may be a little pissed off at me if I were to expose our lives here, so I won't but I will say it's fun. Lots of fun. The links at the top that are a different color than the rest, and crossed out either no longer exist, or have mutated into porn only sites. Revulsion was alright, even with all the porn ads, but then the guys sold the rights to some porn company, and now its a porn only site. If you need a porn site (I don't think it's even close to being remotely similar to anything that means "free") then Revulsion is your kind of place. Nick shut GoRavingMad down, and Eboogyman disappeared off the face of the planet. Who pit in my shants? WHO WAS IT? TELL ME! BrainFluid is up and running quite well, with a music section, and an oops section, which showcases, or will showcase, the morons that dwell within my hallowed halls at school, or anywhere else for that matter. Windows Noises is a new favorite, DuB dUb and DrumMachine are oldies but goodies, and I wanna tell you somethin' you din't know about me... I SMOKE ROCKS! New sounds to listen for: The Sounds, Ima Robot, and Interpol. That's all from me. You have a good day.

Edit, 4/24/04: Nature of edit is as follows. A missing quote mark in the HTML programming led to the deletion of a few sentences.
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Dammit Joe, you gotta stop shitting in my pants, it's starting to chafe.

Current Mood: Chafin'
Current Music: Ima Robot - 12=3

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~So help me, if I find that son of a bitch, I'm callin' Lee and we'll both kick the shit out of him.~·¨·.
So things have been getting progressively worse, despite actually getting a girlfriend (I'm goin out with Jordan, I'm goin out with Jordan, I'm goin out with Jordan!). My grades have stayed about the same, but with the goddamned K12 shit, my parents have been yelling more, and today was the culmination of the acts of a bunch of shitheads going around being shitheads. I woke up this morning dead tired at about 8:00 because I had to be into work at 9. That sucked but even worse, I open the garage door, and my car door is open. Turns out a bunch of fuckheads went around to a few neighborhoods stealing car stereos. My stereo is gone, along with about 6 CDs, two bouncy balls (crazy motherfuckers), and a pack of gum. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO WITH TWO BOUNCY BALLS?!? Lee got his car fucked over as well. The bastards ripped off his sunroof, and stole his CD player. God, I can't believe this. I worked hard and so did Lee and in what was probably a total of three and half minutes, these sorry execuses for pieces of shit, much less humans, came into what equals a few good months of mine and Lee's work. So Lee and I vowed that if either of us found out who did it, screw the law, this guy was going home with a few broken bones, a scrambled face and what would equate in some countries to be so horrid that the person would be killed out of mercy. But, OH No, we will leave that bastard alive. But don't get me wrong, I don't have any hard feelings towards these bastards.

Current Mood: Oh, So shitty
Current Music: NONE, because, what's that? OH I DON'T HAVE A CD PLAYER

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Such a pansy...*shakes head*~·¨·.
Wow. So sue me, I don't want to heart that girl. God, I know it sounds terrible. I want to be with her, and do stuff with her, but I have it in my head that anything I do with her is going to hurt her, and I don't want that to happen. Sorry for such the short update, but I have to go now. Eat me, I don't care if I sound gay.
Edit (4/4/04): *Clears throat* Mm. Yeah, I meant hurt.

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Y control

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Should you choose to go, I'll remain, but less a man.~·¨·.
W00t. Busy days. K12 planet got up and running, which is a bitch cuz now my parents are on my ass about two zero's in one class. Una classa. That's right. A's in everything else, but a zero in one class warrants a threat to sell my car. Let a girl named Jordan know I like her, be it through the grapevine or other (goddammit, I'd have rather told her myself). She asked for my number, and, gee, I really do hope she calls, by golly. (Not to make light of the situation or anything, but I sound like a vagina.) So, HIM is a really great band, as are Finch, Thrice, Mars Volta, and a new band I've been listening to called "The Yeah Yeah Yeahs". They have a fucking amazing song called "Maps". HIM's song "Beautiful" is pretty good as well (In addition to "Don't close your heart", "Don't let it go", and "Close to the flame".) If I had anything to plug, I would, but this is not an E/N site, it's a fucking blog so get over it. As soon as Joe gives me the password to BrainFluid, I'll put up a post about my --uh-- acquaintence Ronnie. In the meantime, check out his site, Flame405. That is one gay ass picture on the front page. Hahaha.

Current Music: Brand New - I will play my game beneath the spin light

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Fuck you, Courtney~·¨·.
I'm so tired of hearing about Courtney fucking Love. First of all, there is heavy suspicion that she killed the man that was in the top 5 musicians of the 1990's. Second of all, she benefitted greatly from his death, inheriting his estate. Now she thinks that because she's rich she can just be accepted back into pop culture. Her new song "Mono" (which means one, in Latin, the conceited bitch) is a show of her lashing out at people for calling her a murderer, which she very well may be, and a gold-digger, which is a sure thing. She's pissed off that no one is giving her a second chance. Well, let's see you go back to the 70's and kill Mick Jagger, get away with it, and then get a second chance. Fuck that. We'd all be happier if scum like her just fell off the face of the planet. In the video, she's running from, let's call them the papparazzi. They all have cameras and are trying to get a picture of her. It's a shameful flattering of herself. She's pathetic. Take that shit off the air, and damn anyone to hell that has or may buy her new CD.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: HIM - Wicked game

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Grrrrrrrounded.~·¨·.
Wow. Being grounded sucks. But I brought it on myself. 3 C's, while disappointing, will fuck your chances of having a car if you are me. (*shakes head* god that was so unorganized.) Now while I'm sure you are saying that 3 C's aren't that bad, my parents are expecting me to make A's across the board. To tell the truth, I could. But I'm lazy. Ahh, if you liked Dub Dub Dub, then you will most likely love The Drum Machine. You should most definitely have stereo speakers, and have them turned up loud. And er, uh, yea, nothing.

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB DUB

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Have we devolved that far?~·¨·.
Well chalk one up for more fucking New Yorkers. Awful. How do you do that? How do you hit someone, and surely hear their bones squishing under your tires and keep driving? I'll tell you how. When I started reading, by like the third paragraph, I was going "That's a hit. Someone wanted her dead." If that wasn't a hit then human society is too far gone to be retrieved. I ... I just don't fucking get it. How are you that apathetic as to hit someone going 70, and keep driving. What the fuck were they thinking? "*squish* Oh, she'll be OK." I was going to comment on what a good time I had tonight, but that has just ruined my night.

Current Mood: shocked

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Where did all my brain fluid go?~·¨·.
Right Here. Joint effort by the two most unintelligible bachelors on the planet. So sux0r it bi-hotches. Right. Go there everyday. Or just once, and if you don't like it, tell your friends so that they will go just to see how bad it sux0rs. Oh, and in other new, DYHR is down, hopefully for the ten count. Well that's the extent of my update here. Ah, and Nick, webmaster@goravingmad.com has decided that he can't keep GoRavingMad up, so he is nulling the site. Cheers Nick, and thank you for all the fun times. Your rants have inspired me, and warmed me when I have been cold. One love.

Current Mood: ZZ Toppin'
Current Music: ZZ Top - Tush

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~They didn't deserve it~·¨·.
OU did not deserve the national championship with the way they played. The defense... it looked like they all came down with a sudden case of autism. Jason white was playing with a hurt wrist, and the O-line couldn't stop ANYTHING! Renaldo Works, Kejuan Jones, Brandon Everage, and Antonio Perkins did nothing bigger than 20 yards, and Mark Clayton dropped 3 passes that he never dropped before. All that said, we could have won, but didn't do to poor officiating. No, not all because of poor officiating, I'm thinking more of one instance. LSU had the ball on their 15 or 20. QB drops back to pass, and throws short to a reciever. The reciever catches the ball, takes two steps and is hit by Derek Strait. Derek picks it up. Ref calls it incomplete pass. The guy took two steps. With the ball under control. And then he dropped it. That's a fucking fumble in my book. That was crucial. So I see that in the same light that I see Matt Heath's missed tackle in the State game. Bullshit. So anyways, it was a pretty agonizing weekend. Well I'm off to look at some l33t hax0r1n6 pictures.


Current Mood: aggravated
Current Music: AFI - Bleed Black

(|1 Funeral| ||Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~The Rules~·¨·.
1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.


2. Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.


3. Sunday = Sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.


4. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if we can find the perfect present yet again!


5. Sometimes we are not thinking about you. Live with it.


6. Crying is blackmail.


7. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: Subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! Just say it!


9. We don't remember dates. Mark birthdays and anniversaries on the calendar. Remind us frequently beforehand.


10. Most guys own three pairs of shoes - tops. What makes you think we'd be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?


11. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.


12. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.


13. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.


14. Check your oil! Please.


15. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days.


16. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us. We refuse to answer.


17. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.


18. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done. Not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.


19. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.


20. Christopher Columbus did not need directions, and neither do we.


21. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out. Get over it. And quit whining to your girlfriends.


22. ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.


23.If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.


24. We are not mind readers and we never will be. Our lack of mind-reading ability is not proof of how little we care about you.


25. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.


26. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.


27. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine. Really.


28. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation, or monster trucks.


29. You have enough clothes.


30. You have too many shoes.


31. Foreign films are best left to foreigners. (Unless it's Bruce Lee or some war flick where it doesn't really matter what the hell they're saying anyway.)


32. It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together. No, it doesn't matter which quiz.


33. I am in shape. ROUND is a shape.

Wonderful rules brought to you by Fort Ogden.

Current Mood: content
Current Music: Brand New - Sic Transit Gloria

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~And...I hate you.~·¨·.
I've started reading a great book series by Piers Anthony called the Incarnations of Immortality. There are seven books, and likewise, seven incarnations; Death (On a Pale Horse), Time (Bearing an Hourglass), Fate (With a Tangled Skein), War (Weilding a Red Sword), Nature (Being a Green Mother), Evil, or Satan (For the Love of Evil), and Good, or God (And Eternity). It is highly based on Christianity, but that's not why I'm reading it. I got done with On a Pale Horse, and said "I'm reading the rest of these books if it takes me until summer to do so." That's how good that book was. And I suggest you all read it. Or suffer dire consequences. Bi-hotches. So I'm gonna go now. You have yourself a good life.

Current Mood: exanimate
Current Music: Yellowcard - Life of a Salesman

(|Everyone Dies Somtime|)

.·¨·~Snow, Rupert! SNOW LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SNOWED BEFORE!!!~·¨·.
About a week ago (I think), Chels called me while I was at Firehouse visiting Taylor. Chelsey wanted me to go hang out with her at a basketball game (I think). I told her, and this might seem like an awful thing to say but I have a reason for it, I told her that I didn't want to hang out with her because she would never get over Brandon, so there was no point. She took it badly, and now everyone wants me to call and apologize to her. She doesn't get that everytime I see her, I want to be with her. The whole time, I'm just thinking, "Rupert, damn you! You make her like me, and you make her like me right now!" So, I can't hang out with her without wanting to be with her, and she will never get over Brandon. Rupertdammit, what the fuck is the point then? And now, I have to call and apologize... and for what? She also doesn't like that I'm racist.

Racism - Discrimination against an entire race.
Prejudice - Discrimination against a group.

I am not racist. I am prejudiced. I don't hate all black people, that's just stupid. I hate the way some black people act, and really, the way some white people act. The only thing is, it seems to be a recurring trend among black people. So I'm not going to call and apologize to Chels. If she won't talk to me until I apologize, then fuck it, it isn't worth my time. She needs to talk to me if she's got such a problem with it. It wasn't a joke, I was serious. There isn't a point in me hanging out with her until she gets over Brandon (which won't happen, so there really is no point at all).

Current Mood: crushed
Current Music: Outkast - Hey ya

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.·¨·~Would have been a productive night, if not for my goddammed 'rents.~·¨·.
So I should have had two good updates tonight, but you are just going to have to wait until god knows when because I have to get of the puter at 2230. <-- = Bullshit. So bye, I hope you have fun waiting. ,l,,

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.·¨·~So what? Go to hell, I hate you.~·¨·.
So, first things first. THanks to Dan from Snoogins for linking my site. The main link to Snoogins is located above, very conveniently, so that you won't have to hunt around for the link in this update on your further visits to Snoogins. Now onto more important thingsm, i.e., things that don't include kissing ass. I'll try to go in chronological order but that's all it's gonna be, is a try. This weekend was just generally shitty. Friday night, I planned to hang out with Brad. I get to Guthrie (shitty, depressing little hick town) and Brad decides he wants to go to this party on like May and Noble, because he wants to see these chicks he hasn't seen in forever, or something like that. "Ok," I figure, "Fun shit, a party." Wrong. Not in the least. Boring as fuck. I'm trying to get Brad to leave because I was about to puke from a mixture of boredom and ugly, drunk, ugly, Guthrie girls, and he said, "We'll go in just a second." So I'm trying to pry him away from these ugly bitches. Finally, I get too pissed and just go sit in the yard. In about two minutes, the whole party started to pour out on to the lawn.

Quick background information: Guthrie kids DO NOT like Edmond kids.

So anyways, three guys; some black guy that kept screaming, "I am a warrior!", some guy named Abel, and some short kid named Freddie; surrounded these two Edmond kids, while a third hopped in his truck. I don't know the three kids so we are going to call them Jesus, Truck-Face, and Nutsack. As I said, I didn't know them, but they kinda looked like dicks anyways *cough* north-fuckers *cough*, so they probably deserved what I'm about to tell you about. However, because of Abel, who told me to tell everyone I was from Guthrie, everyone at the party knew me as Johnny from Guthrie who "kinda" went to school. So after the parade out onto the lawn, and the surrounding of the North...oh I mean Edmond fuckers, they started to fight. Jesus, whose name will be explained here in a minute (fucking impatient, I swear to God), put up a good fight. But, Truck-Face...he didn't do so well. They had him down in the first few hits, and they dragged him over to a truck and started to slam his face into it. And then hit him in the face. Dong! Whap! Dong! Whap! They just let him collapse after a few minutes. While all of this was going on, Jesus is trying to fend off crazy warrior-black man and Abel. He was doing quite a nice job, too. Then Freddie ran over from the bloody mess that was Truck-Face and tackled Jesus. That was his end. Abel jumped on him and started a-poundin' on his face. This kid was tore up. A few kids took him and Truck-Face to the hospital. do you remember Nutsack that I mentioned, and how he jumped in his truck? Yea, well with his truck, he began hitting every car he could with it, and trying to run people down in it. Including me. So, naturally, I was pissed. I grabbed Brad and threw him in the car. He was acting like a moron, so I left and went home. What's going to happen is that the Guthrie kids are too poor to afford lawyers, and the Edmond kids are going to have like eight apiece. So, Guthrie kids = Slaves to Edmond kids for 5 generations to pay off the debt of Truck-Face and Jesus' facial reconstructive surgery. Dumbasses. After witnessing this very disturbing attack, I woke up the next morning, pumped up for the SF game. That sucked royally, kinda like Princess Diana. SF pretty much handed them that golden ball. It came down to one play, one person, one yard. I know who it is, but for their safety, I will not reveal their name. Jenks had the ball on the SF 16, 4th and one, SF=10, Jenks=7. Scramble, Freddy Carolina (great fucking football name) gets the ball and runs. He gets to maybe the 18, and a blocker breaks through and grabs Freddy. Freddy's down, ball over on downs, SF scores, keeps the game within reach, and wins. NOPE WRONG FUCKING WRONG. Freddy gets through. Scores no less. SF goes on to lose. Fuck. The OU game starts, which just fucking pissed me off. I stopped watching half way through. K-State wins 35-7.

More Background: K-State was beaten by OSU.

So. Shitty weekend. More updates to come as soon as my parents will learn that I need to concentrate when updating, so they will STOP FUCKING INTERRUPTING ME!!!! No, really though, I should be updating soon.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Outkast - Hey ya

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.·¨·~The whole world's against me dude, I swear to god.~·¨·.
For it to come out right, I have to tell the whole story. I've fucking told it once, but because everyone wanted to fucking interrupt me, my ISP gave out right as I finished, so I'm gonna try and type it again. Of everyone I know, I have one best friend. Sometimes it can be hard to distinguish between all of them, but it's easy for me. Dani is by far my best girl friend. And Kels is next. Then Taylor. Sorry, that's just the way it is. Recently, so much shit has been going on, and so much shit has just ruined my day fifteen times over, my sense of time is gone. Kaput. Don't you even ask me when all this happened, because I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it. Dani's cousin has come down from Ohio, and he's spending some time here. Dean, that would be Dani's cousin, met Kels and let's just say that, at first sight, Kels is beyond beautiful. So, big surprise, Dean likes Kels. To make a long story short, Kels got seen twice messing around with him. The first time, nothing happened. The second time, she got in a little bit of trouble, but some people see the small amount of trouble she got in as a great injustice. Kels' mom walked in on her and Dean, and got pissed. Kels got her car taken away, and the worst thing done to her that could have happened, short of being kicked out of the house... she got her music taken from her. Dani sees this as awful, not because Kels got caught, but because now she is obliged to cart Kels around everywhere and use up all of her gas. And she was preaching to me about how Kels is selfish. Now, while I don't think Kels should have gotten into anymore trouble than she did, I can see from Dani's point of view. Kels probably should have told Dani what was going on, and gotten along by herself on her own terms, not using Dani to get what she wants. But at the same time, I know almost exactly what was going through Kels' head, and Dani shouldn't be overreacting like this, which I think is just because it was her cousin. So who's at fault here? Both of them. You're goddamn right I said both of them. Kels, you need to let Dani catch up on what's going on between you and her kin, and Dani, don't fucking worry about it, it's in the past, being pissed off isn't gonna help shit. It's not gonna make Kels concede and say "I was wrong" because we both know that she's too damned obstinate to ever let those words escape from her mouth. So, just give up. Don't say that you were wrong, just say you're sorry, and it's stupid to keep fighting, because now I'm being dragged into this bullshit. Goddammit, you two are so moronic sometimes it just makes me want to blow up the whole fucking universe because IT IS NOT WORTH IT! You're little trifles will get you nowhere. Life is too short for people to be worrying about this shit. It's over and done with, DEAN'S EVEN GONE FOR FUCK'S SAKE! Let it go. You'll never have to worry about it again, just give up. Hug, kiss, make the fuck up so we can all stop yelling for once.

Current Mood: infuriated
Current Music: Billy Talent - Standing in the Rain

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.·¨·~Bullshit. This can't be anything but bullshit.~·¨·.
This past weekend, there was an attack on two soldiers in Iraq. Cinder blocks were dropped on their heads from a two story window. Then the attackers tooke everything they had. So what's the bullshit? This is the bullshit. There is no way that this is happening.This man stopped the cinder block incident from happening again, and he'll be spending eight years in prison. Wow. Fair fucking chance that is. All he did was fire a gun (the staple behind warfare) and it wasn't even at the Iraqi he was interrogating. Stupid fucks are never going to learn that you can not force the same system of laws on soldiers in a shithole half way round the earth that you can on unsuspecting Bush-fearing citizens back here. In completely related news, that is, it's bullshit, and on some account just plain stupid, some no-name chef is try to teach Al Roker to deep-fry a turkey. I'll just let that sink in for a moment. Yes. Deep-fry. It doesn't need to be fucking deep-fried Al!!!

Current Mood: crazy
Current Music: Billy Talent

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"I thought you must be dead..." he said simply.
"So did I for a while," said Ford, "and then I decided I was a lemon for a couple of weeks. I kept myself amused all that time jumping in and out of a gin and tonic."
Arthur cleared his throat, and then did it again. "Where," he said, "did you...?"
"Find a gin and tonic?" said Ford brightly. "I found a small lake that thought it was a gin and tonic, and jumped in and out of that. At least I think it thought it was a gin and tonic.
"I may," he added with a grin that would have sent sane men scampering into trees, "have been imagining it."

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.·¨·~So why don't I kill myself?~·¨·.
"Hi, you're alive now, isn't it nice? Someday you'll die and it'll be over. What are you going to do about it?"

"I choose to live, and to laugh, not because it matters, but because that choice is the bent of my nature."

I've tried to explain to many people why nothing matters. It always leads to "The only thing you are guaranteed at birth is that you are going to die." The next logical question is "Well, if you only exist to die, then why not just end it now?" Originally it was Keia that asked that question. And my initial response was "because I'm too much of a pussy." (I am, I wouldn't have the balls to slice my wrist open, or jump off a building.) But I realize that it's not just my pussificality. It's the fact that I don't want to. Sure, we exist to die, and that little fact is very depressing if thought about for too long, but that doesn't mean that I want my life to end. I haven't experienced everything I want to (sex, dru...no, alco...no, done that too, and rock an...well shit, I guess it's just the sex then) and there are some very pertinent answers I would like to know before I die. Fourth dimension? Time travel? Einstien-Rosenberg bridges? And the ultimate... Should I get up, or shall I lay here all day? And goddammit, I want to find some love. "Henceforth space by itself, and time by itself, are doomed to fade away into mere shadows, and only a kind of union of the two will preserve an independent reality." Space time. The making of our universe.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: The darkness - I believe in a thing called love

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.·¨·~The Haunted Palace~·¨·.
I.
In the greenest of our valleys,
By good angels tenanted,
Once fair and stately palace --
Radiant palace --reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion --
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.

II.
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This --all this --was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odour went away.

III.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute's well-tuned law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

IV.
And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

V.
But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

VI.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh --but smile no more.

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.·¨·~Lies make it better.~·¨·.
Fucking people. Hell bent on getting themselves ahead in life. You should do what is best for yourself and for the group (props to John Nash). Friday night, Brad came to see the SF v. Moore game. I had to take him home afterwards. He didn't want to go home, he wanted to go to his friend's house, so I took him there. On my way home, at 2nd and Kelly to be exact, I was turning left to go home, and as far as I'm concerned, the girl didn't have her lights on, because I never saw them. My car's totaled, her car is ten times worse than mine, and I'm surprised of how much of a tank it was (R.I.P. my darling). So we start looking for a new car, and we find a great deal. 93' Mazda mx-6, 110k miles, $2400. Pimpin right? No. Wrong. We got it looked at today, and there was something wrong with the axel, so wrong that no one should drive it until it was fixed. It's gonna cost about $700 to fix. We tell the guy "Look, the axel's fucked up, it's gonna cost about 700 to fix. We'll split the cost and give you 2 thousand for it." He says, thanks, but no thanks. He thinks that there's nothing really wrong with it (meanwhile the fucking report was sitting there staring him in the face) and he'll sell it to someone who won't go get it checked. If that's not fucking horrible then I don't know what is (Simple...munging). So he's saying "Oh, I know there's something wrong with it, but I'll just sell it to someone who doesn't then they will be stuck with the cost. Haha, I'm such a crafty Arab." Phuck that shit. These are the real terrorists. Fuck them, shoot 'em in the fuckin balls. So I'm without a car, out like 900 dollars, and completely fucked even after I find a car because of insurance. It's Toby's fault.

Current Mood: cranky
Current Music: Billy Talent - Try honesty

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.·¨·~Bite my shiny metal ass.~·¨·.
Well that last update was pretty much shit. Chels broke up with me the day after that I think. My internet failed that day also. I have some pretty good songs for you all, however. Nothing really new in my life, but these songs are just so fucking awesome, I feel I have to share them with you. Starting...fuck it, I'll just put it in a numbered thingy.

1. Song for the dumped - Ben Folds Five
2. Try honesty - Billy Talent
3. Where is the love - Black Eyed Peas (so it's R&B, sue me)
4. The leaving song pt II - AFI
5. Blur - Ween
6. Closure - Chevelle
7. Hurt - Johnny Cash (R.I.P.)
8. Annihilation of the generations - S.T.U.N.
9. Push It - Static X
10. Poem - Taproot
11. Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve
12. Signals over the air - Thursday
13. I hate everything about you - Three Days' Grace
14. Shatterday - Vendetta Red
15. Lithium - Nirvana
16. Show me how to live - Audioslave
17. Way away - Yellow card
18. Weak and powerless - Perfect circle

Hah. Done. What more do you want. That should be enough for 75 minutes of music. Almost perfect. It could use another song, but thats alright. Fuck. Leah got to go to the Yellowcard concert. I hate her so much. Actually, I'm just jealous.

Nixon: How's the family Morbo?
Morbo: Beligerent and numerous.
Nixon: Good man.

I hate everything about you
Why do I love you?

So Chels doesn't want to be with me cuz she's too stuck on Brandon, but she still likes me. Sam worshiped (worshipped?) my hat the whole time she had it, and she like Joe, too. Good news for Joe (?) and bad news for Dani. School sucks, work is overworking me, and I hate it. I want to do somethign drastic. \Up and never across./ Go home.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Three days Grace - I hate everything about you

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.·¨·~Desperation...Desperation...Desperation...There goes the generation!~·¨·.
Woo-hoo, When I feel heavy metal
Woo-hoo, And I'm pins and I'm needles
Woo-hoo, Well, I lie and I'm easy
All of the time but I'm never sure why I need you
Pleased to meet you

explosive more violent more violent
all consuming throbbing straight to the circle
explosive move on reaction
i slow it down i slow it
down down down down down

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act like a fool

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end
You could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt.

Cardinal sin = DO NOT GO OUT WITH YOUR EX'S BEST FRIEND! Ha. Fucked that one up, I did. Now, inevitably we did break up, but not before my ex could threaten to kill me if I hurt her best friend. So, after the break up, I started to go out with another girl...and a little too soon is an understatement. Now, everyone is pissed at me because it seems like I broke up with Brynn to have sex with this girl. Entirely not true. I really do like this girl and I was truly surprised when I found that she liked me. I will tell you that she is a good kisser though.

Current Mood: pessimistic
Current Music: The verve - Bittersweet symphony

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.·¨·~Politics in a nutshell~·¨·.
A small boy asks his dad "What is politics?" Dad says, "Well son, let me try to explain it. I'm the breadwinner of the family, so let's call me Capitalism. Your mom, she's the administrator of the money, so we'll call her the Government. We're here to take care of your needs, so we'll call you the people. The Nanny, we'll consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we'll call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense." So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parents room and finds his mother sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the Nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the Nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now." The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about." The little boy replies, "Well, while Capitalism is screwing the Working Class, the Government is sound asleep, the people are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit."

Edited 17:08, September 27^th 2003: I know I said the last update would be the final, but what I meant was the final meaningful update. I won't update on my life or my thoughts anymore. You may be so privileged as to get some joe-quotes or a funny political satire joke every once and a while, but that's it.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Junior & Senior - Move your feet

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.·¨·~Live to die.~·¨·.
Hey hey. I'm updating. Wow, great news. Everyone short of...*counts on fingers* two people hate me. I'm just a whiny bitchy little teenager, and I annoy or piss everyone off. Also, all I get for this journal is a) called a pussy and b) more shit. So, I'll leave it up for anyone to read, but this is most likely my last update. For a while. I'm tired of being criticized, and shot down with everything I say. Feel free to go fuck your brother at any time.

Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: Rammstein - Klavier

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.·¨·~Slice up and never across~·¨·.
As pointed out by our old friend "Cynically Correct", I am good for one thing in life, and one thing only. Nothing. I exist, apparently to bitch, whine, complain, and generally annoy people. It seems to me that I am doing a damn fine job of it too. So for further instances, I say to myself "Keep up the good work", and to you all "YOU CAN SUCK MY BALLS."

Current Mood: enraged
Current Music: Mars Volta - Roulette Dares (this is the haunt)

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.·¨·~Nothing matters. At all.~·¨·.
What are you going to do for this world? Become a millionaire, and make no impact whatsoever? Do something heroic like save some kids or something, so that they can also amount to nothing? Not a piece of what you do matters. It doesn't matter what you do. It won't do ANYTHING. Soon enough, people will forget you, your accomplishments, even that you ever lived. So why are we here? To amount to nothing, and just destroy a world? That's shit. Nothing matters at all, and what are we doing about it? Striving for ourselves. Advancing with our own greed to raise ourselves to a higher level. Why is it like this, where corporations fire ten thousand people without a second though so that their stock will go up two points; where some of the best bands have to sell out and sound like the popular majority just to get some cash; where only the greedy and ambitious get ahead in life, and not just the ambitious? Have our mindsets deteriorated that far that society rewards greed, hate, slot, and adultery (I'm not a man of religion, but I'm pretty sure those aren't very honorable qualities)? Nothing matters. Nothing you will do can change the world, short of doing humanity a favor and blowing it up. Minds corrupt, and morals degraded, humans are not worthy of existance. We are all brought up to think that we will be millionaires, and famous, but we won't be. And we are very very pissed off. I walk through the world everyday, and I'm disgusted. "I wish I could make cures for the way people are." I look in the mirror, and I am disgusted. I'm a hypocritical ne'er-do-well. I find things wrong, and what do I do to fix them? Nothing. Because nothing matters. One day, you won't exist anymore, and people will forget about you. A whole life lost. Every memory, every thought, every action. But you know what? It was lost from the beginning. You are born in this world for one simple purpose. To die. To exist, do nothing significant, and then die. That's it. You don't get another chance, you don't get a "continue", YOU DON'T GET ANYTHING ELSE BUT THAT ONE LIFE. Life is greater than 70, but less than 110 (Very rounded numbers). If you're lucky. So, let's have the benefit of the doubt and say you live for 110 years. Look at that on the history of just the world (Earth, poppets). Not even the universe, just the world. 4.55 BILLION years. And you've been alive for a mere fraction of that. 4,550,000,000/110. That comes to 1/41,363,636.36(^th) of the earth's life. And for what? Nothing. You will do nothing. This society is running itself into the ground. We exist to die. That's a humbling fact. You exist merely to die. If that's your end, your primary purpose, why would you live at all? You exist to not exist. Contradiction at its finest.

Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: Mars Volta - Televators

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