| Well Oh My Stars |
[May. 7th, 2009|03:27 pm] |
Holy shit, this is the first time I've posted in at least a year. Probably for good reasons :P Oh well, I really don't feel like studying for Psych final, so I've resorted to posting. To all my new Phi Mu Alpha brothers, even though none of you will read this, I can never thank you enough. It's nice to finally have a family. To all my other new college friends, even though you will also never see this, thanks also. Especially Pete and Chris. Late-night meals and Starcraft instead of studying really made my first year here. To all my old friends, it really sucks not seeing you all. Like, really sucks. Me being me, I thrive in the college environment, but I often find myself homesick. If I don't see all of you over the summer, it'll be a complete waste. That is all. Good day.
"The Fonz" |
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| Hey, Ho, Let's Fucking Kill the Ramones |
[Sep. 28th, 2006|07:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  melancholy | ] |
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| | Nevermore - This Godless Endevour | ] |
Just kidding.
I just think that that song is the most annoying song of all time.
Or close anyway.
Game tomorrow.
I hope. They better not cancel it.
BOB SAGET!!
Yup.
I feel like a freak cause Ive been roped in to updating this gay piece of shit almost every day.
I feel cheated.
I'm becoming that which I hate.
Fuck society.
Good Day
Peace |
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| A Loverly Poem by Me |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|09:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | melancholy and pissed at self | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lamb of God | ] |
WTF!!?? AM I A FUCKING IDIOT!!?? WHAT THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING PROBLEM!!?? I'M MOVING SLOWER THAN MOLASSAS(?) TRAVELING UPHILL DURING A FROST IN THE MIDDLE OF JANUARY!!!! HOW DID I BECOME SUCH A DUMBASS!!??
*Cap locks are fun used for emphasis
*I like penguins
*heh
*my dumbness suprises me and I don't like it.
*I'll get my act together sometime soon
*Save me Tom Cruise and your witchcraft.
*Peace Out |
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| HC |
[Sep. 26th, 2006|09:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | LOG | ] |
Fun, Fun, Fun
Till her daddy takes her T-Bird away.
Not really.
Homecoming estuve mucho grande fun-o (i <3 spanglish)
Homecoming after-party, even mas mucho grande fun-o
heh
No hide and seek though
Damn
Working on creating own religion w/ Claire
Down with rule by fear and guilt
Cya
Peace
Good Day |
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| Life in General |
[Sep. 16th, 2006|11:14 pm] |
Life in General is... berry berry goot. I am, as the mood thingy says, content.
Funapalooza was... fun. (Big suprise huh. God, by looking at the name, one could never of guessed that fun would be involved. What a nefarious plan.)
Damn Ben for being smart enough to know that I was dumb enough to think that no one was smart enought to think that anyone was dumb enough to hide in a pitch-black garage, upstairs to boot, w/o a flashlight. Heh. (Confusing?... Nah)
The football game was awesome... we won...
The rain was not awesome... it should be shot...
Blue Fox practice today at Max's. A lot was accomplished. Ben is now our Bassist. Dave is now our rhythm guitarist. I am now mainly our vocalist (except during our solo-fests). My high-Robert Plant of Led Zeppelin-singing-syle-range is doing wierd things. Like going higher than I want it too. Something new. Maybe good, maybe bad, not sure yet.
Choices suck. Such as I need to go to York tomorrow to get my homecoming shirt (Black w/ silver pinstripes) and my hat for homecoming & spirit week monday (basically, one like the one Jim "The Ram" Barton) wore last year. On the other hand, I'd also like to go to guitar center and record&tapetraders with Andy "Sexy Beast" Webster tomorrow as well. If I don't get to do both, I will bitch and moan for a week. Not really. Maybe 2 days.
Homecoming... In a week... Yay... I guess...
I think Max has the right idea: don't go at all.
I'd much rather prefer camping out or something. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep over at Claire's afterword.
Adios.
Peace.
Good Day.
Various other ending words. |
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| MY ENGLISH PAPER!! READ THE WHOLE THING!! FUNNY!! |
[Sep. 6th, 2006|09:43 pm] |
Misunderestimation: A Comical Journey Through Life
Once upon a time, not so long ago, compared to the earth itself, a child was born. He was possibly the most important being ever to walk the planet. His name was Jesus Christ, and he was the Son of God. Unfortunately, due to budget constraints and a personal crisis that has me questioning the validity of all history, we will not be following the life, death, and resurrection – cough – of Jesus. Instead, we will journey along with, possibly, one of the dumbest beings ever to walk the planet. No, not Will Ferrell; George Bush. No, not the old one; the one currently ruining the world. Yeah.
The day started like any other. It was sunny and beautiful in the great state of Texas. The birds were singing, and flowers were blooming. Then George Bush was born, and the birds and flowers, along with the souls of twenty thousand people in the general vicinity and all those in the states of New Orleans and Mississippi, suddenly all died. Then, an F5 tornado roared through killing eighty-five people, and wounding seven. All the damage was done in the shape of a 10-mile wide circle with the Bush ranch square in the middle. This could have been a freak of nature, but most experts believe that it was simply the resurrected Lord Jesus Christ, angry at the fact that he had been beaten out for the role of main character in this paper. The regretful fact that the Bush family lived has been attributed to protection by Satan.
The custom in Texas, as George learned soon after arriving in first grade, was to believe that you’re vastly bigger and more important than you really are. Even after he learned this, life, for him, sucked. While at this stop in the journey of life that is called “elementary school,” George also learned another thing. He was kinda dumb. His parents called it special, but he was just dumb. He also got made fun of a lot because he looked like an elf, and he was small. While still in elementary school, George made promise to himself (remember this – it comes back in later). He swore that when he grew up, he would rule the world, or at least a country, and make the whole world as miserable as he was.
Next, Bush traveled to the great, big combined world of Middle/High School. There are several things of interest to note about his stay. First, in middle school, he tended to be on the receiving end of a lot of painful wedgies. He also went out for football, and failed at that. Then he went out for the waterboy position, but couldn’t lift the jugs. Finally, he got the post of team launderer.
In high school, George was kinda what you called a “lady killer”. I’m not kidding. He seriously killed all of their desire to date men… ever. At this time, George decided he should begin his plan of world domination, and therefore campaigned for class president. He held rallies in the cafeteria and accused his opponent of cheating on tests, flip-flopping on issues, and smoking weed. Bush lost. By a lot. The ballot count was six hundred seventy-three to two. Wondering who the two people that voted for him were? I’ll give you a clue; George voted twice.
Bush demanded a recount and won the election. If you were wondering how people could mistake a vote of six hundred seventy-three to two, well so was the whole school. It was decided that the people who voted in the election didn’t really know who they wanted to vote for, so the school chose for them. It was seen as the best course of action and not counterproductive to the principle of voting – and democracy in general – at all. Plus, his daddy was on the school board. Bush’s first acts as class president were to raise lunch prices unbelievably high, and to take away the students’ personal rights, like freedom of speech and privacy. If anyone complained, they were forced to sit with the nerds at lunch, and if they persisted, they were dragged off by big kids in black suits with earpieces.
In college, George was forced to endure incredibly severe hazing, involving a pit bull, some peanut butter, and a Keebler Elf costume, before he was admitted to the fraternity. Even then, he turned out to be the little dweeb that ordered kegs for the parties. He dropped out, realized that if he wasn’t in college he’d have to fight in the Vietnam War, and re-enrolled. This was permitted due to the fact that his daddy was an important politician. Plus, George just looked so much like an infant when he cried.
After just barely scraping enough credits to graduate, Bush left college and went out into the real world. He failed at life, basically. Finally, he ended up where all failures with a lot of money and no work ethic go: politics. Soon he decided again to try his hand at world domination, so he ran for the position of President of the United States of America. You could basically cut and paste his “high school class president election” scenario right in here, except for the fact that the voting wasn’t quite as one sided.
Now President, Bush discovered that while he didn’t like going to war, he had no problem sending other people’s children to die, so he declared war on the whole world. Due to extremely unforeseeable circumstances, a lot of talking, and some help from Satan, he won. Finally, everyone was miserable, and George Bush had found happiness.
* The author’s feigned disbelief in the resurrection of Jesus was just that: feigned. Although he does not by any means agree with all that the church does, he is steadfast in his belief of God. |
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| Death, Doom, and Imminent Destruction (Not Happy Woo Hoo) |
[Sep. 1st, 2006|06:35 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | everywhere | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | depressed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lamb of God | ] |
So, yeah, depression is kinda fun. No football game, and I realized we could all die in many different ways in the coming years. I just watched something on 20/20 about the "last days of earth". It was basically the top 10 ways that we could all die kinda soon. I only say #'s 7-1 so i don't know the whole story, but...
7. Nomad Black Hole - a black hole traveling through the galaxy, and since they're black, and so is space, we kinda can't see them that well.
6. Basically, the whole Terminator story
5. Supervolcano - all of Yellowstone Nat. Park explodes (it's a huge caldera), ash blankets first the US, and then the whole world. Neverending winter.
4. IDK
3. Asteroid - scariest to me, the former dinosaur freak. It's proven by tracking of celestial bodies, that on Friday the 13th - IRONY - 2029, an asteroid will pass so close to earth that it will be closer to us than one of our communication sattilites. Depending on exactly how earth's gravity affects it, there's a 1 in couple thousand chance that it could hit us seven years later.
2. Plague - self explanitory
1. Global Warming - also self explanitory
Fun...
Not
I love old drunk guys who went to Penn State for 4,5,6,10 years.
Good Day. |
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| Metallica (Big Suprise) |
[Jul. 13th, 2006|09:53 pm] |
I went back and reread a guitar magazine i have and found the most inspirational quote in the world. It was said by original Metallica bassist Cliff Burton, shortly before he died. After Metallica's album, Master of Puppets, went Gold (500,000 copies sold), their manager called a band meeting and told them something along the lines of, "You guys can put down-payments on houses now, I'm so proud of you." Cliff replied with aforementioned amazing quote which shall be recreated here in CAP LOCKS with great fanfare.
"I want a house where I can shoot my gun that shoots knives."
-Cliff Burton
By the way Pirates was OK.
More amazingness. Back in 7th grade, I read a book that became one of my favorite non-Star Wars, non-Harry Potter, non-LOTR books- Alas, Babylon. Since then I have forgoten the title of the book multiple times and had to ask Ben. My parents finally emptied some of the ancient boxes sitting in our basement, and there was a copy of the book there. Amen. |
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| Hallo? |
[Jun. 29th, 2006|01:47 pm] |
hallo, hallo... hallo?
bye |
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