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{ Sunday, February 15, 2004 }
Well, Valentine's Day has come to an end and despite my best efforts to keep this blog rant free for another week I just have too much stuff I need to get off my mind and into anyone elses that still thinks this journal is active ... if they ever read it in the first place. It won't be long, atleast, I don't think so. God knows once I get started it's hard to stop. It's not that I enjoy complaining about this stuff. I don't ever consider it complaining anymore. I figure, all these thoughts get bottled up until my brain just doesn't have the capacity to make any rational thought of them anymore. Sometimes I just need rationality. Today, was a good day. It wasn't Valentine's Day itself that was the problem. I don't believe in it, and I'll tell you why. Valentines is simply one day out of the year that gives couples an EXCUSE to do something special for each other, when in the end it really shouldn't make one whole hell of a difference. Everyday should be special. You wake up next to someone you care about and no amount of chocolates of singing teddy bears will ever equal that feeling you get. Someone with chocolates and singing teddy bears to sell seems to think they would. But yeah, today was good. I finally got a chance to pick up Crystal Chronicles, but no, I didn't get the freebie Link Cable, they were out so I'd have to go back. It wasn't the first time so I didn't sweat it. I also finally got The Faint CD (Danse Macrabe). I love The Faint. Today was good. Then I went to work. Work is work, I can't complain anymore. The job sucks, but I'm getting paid, and if anything it's motivating me to get off my ass for college. After work I ran into a friend of mine, Dave, he was driving along and he had been drinking. Eh... I don't fault Dave. He SEEMS to handle himself well enough, but you never now. I am concerned at the point he tells me this, and if I had my damn license I would have driven the rest of the way home for him. He's home now, fine, but drunk and talking to me on AIM. Why? He's never done this before. Two words. Valentine's Day. (That day is against my religious beliefs.) He broke up with his girlfriend before Christmas break (one of the few things I miss about High School - the vacations I mean) and realizing that Valentine's Day was upon us felt obligated to find a date so he could be with them. Again, the bullshit we're spoon fed by Hallmark. Long story short. No luck, he went out with some friends, drank, and then somehow stumbled upon me and we started to talk. Apparently another friend of mine, Devon, also recently broke up with his girlfriend and he's taking it pretty bad. This is familiar territory for me. This has been before and again and I've had enough time to contemplate just how I wish I could change things, make them better so I could forget the worse... ect ect... I felt I could add some input on the subject. So I bring up Heather, and the first words out of my friends slurring mouth is, "That the online chick?" I've stepped into familiar territory again now. It's the response I get from most people when I bring her up to people that know me well enough. It's much worse having to explain it because you aren't always ready for the weird looks you get ... but that's ALWAYS the case. This is what got me thinking, what got my collected thoughts of the whole of my relationship spilling over the flood gates until I had to write something down and bring this blog back from inactivity. How was my relationship any less important. How does meeting Heather ... talking to her online before I meet her in person make things any less "normal" then any other relationship? I've been in normal relationships. There's nothing normal about them, but for some reason whenever anyone equates couples having met online they look down on you. She's never just Heather, she's "Heather, the girl you met (add ephasis) online." It's seems like you're so lowly and pathetic that it physically hurts for them to feel that pity. This is not my deflated self esteem talking. I can see it in their eyes, and I've become so familiar with that look it no longer hurts. What does hurt is the fact that when I get it, I wanna grab them by their shirt collar, shake them like a rag doll and scream into their face that Heather, the girl I met online and later in person, meant more, means more to me then anyone I have ever met in my life. I want them to now, I want EVERYONE to know and if I didn't shrug it off like what's the norm, I wouldn't stop until they all did. If I have any strong convictions it's this. Loving someone as much as Heather ... despite the circumstances that we met, that surrounded our relationship... I don't see why it really matters. How could I ever explain this to those dozens of people that felt I was wasting my time? How could I ever explain to them how I really feel about Heather when I can barely explain it to HER? ... This is the point where my brain shuts down. I don't know what else to write, that's everything I needed to get out. Do I feel better? No, as far as everything I said goes it hasn't helped in the grand scheme of things. One less thing to think about for the time being, and that's always good. Unfortunately I hate leaving it at that. I really should get some sleep. Maybe in the morning I'll feel compelled to add, edit, or just plain delete everything I've written here. Right now, it's all I can do to keep from sending this to everyone I know. So they know, or at least pretend to know, that it was more then worth it.
{ Wednesday, September 10, 2003 }
"Hi, this is Mike from ShopRite, we're looking to get in touch with Edward, because we're really short handedtonight. If he could come in that'd be great, and we'll give him off another day sometime this week..." What am I doing as I'm listening to this? ... Laughing my ass off and flipping off the phone.
{ Monday, September 8, 2003 }
i just got home from work...overtime is fun as shit =/ i was hoping you'd be on, but i guess it's a little too late. this song is fun, it makes me dance, which i did all the way home...i think i'm more overtired then i am in a good mood. time to pass out.
{ Monday, September 8, 2003 }
a few days ago i had the strangest feeling that i was waking up into a nightmare...or i was experiencing a nightmare that i couldn't wake up from...maybe it was because of the fever i had at the time, but the feeling hasn't gone away.
{ Sunday, September 7, 2003 }
hello
You wouldn't guess from the lyrics but it's a realtivly upbeat song, but still pretty fitting for my mood I'd say. ... I really need a hug, but noone reads this shit anyway.
{ Saturday, September 6, 2003 }
I was going to post a very big, and very serious rant (non of this restocking bullshit and putting stuff back where it belongs), but what's the point? I can't do anything about miserable "adults" who have no business mothering children. I have little tolerance for a lot of the crap I bitch about, but I have no tolerance for the atrocity I witnessed tonight. When and if I have kids, they're going to be ridiculously loved, I will tell you that much. ... Moving on to other crap...I've had the worst chest pain the last few days and it's getting more difficult to breath. Maybe I did get pneumonia? Well, I'm going to go to the dotor in a couple days if this keeps up, doesn't go away, or gets any worse, cause I'm honestly quite ill.
{ Saturday, September 6, 2003 }
OMFG~ <3 <3 <3 Jedi Academy Demo Sorry, I can't even begin to get into it. Time for me to fight along side some luke/chewbacca/kyle katarn. ^_________^
{ Tuesday, September 2, 2003 }
I walked home in the pouring rain again. I didn't enjoy it as much as the first time. In fact, I hated it. I'm soaking wet, cold, and so exhausted I have no energy to get up off my ass and change (I used it all up getting food and on the computer)... I'm not in a pleasant mood, I'm still sick and I wouldn't be surprised if I got pneumonia now. ... Hey, atleast I won my pink wig for the crossdressing faggot I plan on being next summer. Good show.
{ Saturday, August 30, 2003 }
This song is disturbingly catchy. I'm sure I've told everyone that's reading this about Electric Six. They are a strange band...glowing tap light crotches and moose riding...yeah... ...unfortualty this must be another rant. I went over to Eckerds on my lunch break to look at and pick up a magazine or something. I was looking at those mini spiral notebooks and was ready to pick it up and use it to jot down notes for CTP, but I decided against it, so I placed it back where I found it. Just then a women comes up to me and asks me where the "big calendars" are. I politely reply that I didn't work there, kind of confused as to why she would think I did anyway, since the people at Eckerds wear blue shirts and I had on a white shirt with black pants, but whatever...it was because... "...I saw you putting that book back, so I figured you worked here. I guess you were just being nice or something." My faith in mankind has never been so low. I cannot believe I heard this women correctly. I said, "No, because I don't like when people do it in my place of business, so I'm not doing it here." So, if you take something off the shelf in a store and decide to put it back WHERE IT FUCKING BELONGS if you decide not to buy it...you're just being "nice." You don't think you should be courteous ESPECIALLY since doing something like that might take 10 - 15 seconds out of your precious time. I wanted to smack this bitch. Not because she was rude, and she did it personally, but because the represents the mentality of so many fucking assholes that need to me shoot off into the sun. I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE. Case in point, this OTHER stupid twat bitch and her annoying little daughter whom are lucky I wasn't with flame-thrower, are picking out little sport water bottles or something as I am stocking the shelf about 1/2 after Eckerds incident. Pick up three different brands and choosing one, putting the other to "wherever," because they're so busy they can't put it 5 FUCKING FEET to the left. I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE. This happens ALL THE TIME, if I am there or not (like me seeing them put something where it doesn't belong would change the fact they're doing it anyway, who am I, I'm nothing), and a lot of the time people will leave PERISHABLE FUCKING FOOD IN THE AISLES. Yes, and when we find the clever places people decide to leave meat and milk, it's already gone bad. Where the fuck are the morals? I don't see them anywhere...? I was talking to a guy in night crew about the very same thing and he had various colorful words to say at the costumers expense...but you know what? I couldn't agree more.
{ Saturday, August 30, 2003 }
Respect for Madonna after the VMAs = Zero Why? ...
Oh, and she kissed that Skank-uilera as well, but I feel I've soiled my journal enough for a lifetime by posting that. She is dead to me...the material girl. DEAD TO ME.
{ Friday, August 29, 2003 }
I haven't posted here in quite a while. I almost forgot the password. I've been pretty depressed the past week, and I needed cheering up, so I hung out with my good buddy Devon. I exposed him to the great theatrical experience that is Versus (even though my DVD is fucked up ;-;), and he showed me Jacob's Ladder. Oh my fucking god what an incredible movie. That IS SILENT HILL THE MOVIE. Fucking A. EVEN THE DELETED SCENES!
I love team Silent Hill. They're so knowledgeable of American literature and cinema to actual base entire games around it. With good cause too, because the source materia (from what I've seen of it so far) is absolutely amazing. This movie is a must OWN for any Silent Hill fans. Now I have to check out the King and Koontz stuff of the same ilk. ^^;
Well, if that wasn't enough when Devon left I watched Furi Kuri again from the beginning. I'll never get tired of this series. It's ranked number 2 on my all time favorite anime list...second only to my baby, Cowboy Bebop. There's new things I discover each time I watch it and it's just so gorgeous I could watch it on mute and still enjoy it thoroughly. I still need to read threw all the crap it came with the set (the references they make, interview with The Pillows) and watch the rest of the directors commentary (they're funny as hell)...
I'm not really better right now...more manic then depressed I guess...that's how it is with me. It's still better then I've been. I'm sure Heather will have to hear all about it when she gets back from Dragon*CON (don't have too much fun dear ^^;)...
{ Wednesday, August 13, 2003 }
i really wanna know what's fucking wrong with me.
i'm going to see fucking radiohead today. i have good seats too...and i just dont care. i'm sure i had fun at otakon but right now i don't feel like acknowledging that. i feel seriously ill and I dont have any specific symptom i can point out. i cant even just let my mind drift because without fail ill think about the reasons why i must feel this way and i just feel worse.
does that mean i know what's wrong...or atleast one of the reasons anyway? im really hoping i can deal with everyone at the tweeter center tomorrow...if the music doesn't make me feel any better i atleast want to enjoy the show without any worries.
well I guess I apologize...in advance if I havent bothered you yet...my mind is in overdrive and i already feel overworked coming back from vacation. i'm not in a healthy mood phsyically or mentally. ill stop rambling now.
someday i'll get it right
{ Wednesday, August 6, 2003 }
Well, I'm going to leave for Heather's (Yes, again. She can't seem to get rid of me.) soon and then to Otakon, but I'd like to take some time out to talk about Mellowdrone. Oh my fucking GOD this is some good shit right here. His EP is avaible free on his site and he's already being compared to early Radiohead...something I can most definitly agree to. I love the vocals and guitar style and I just might have to pick this up...I'm definitly getting a shirt.
It looks so pretty too... O_O
I don't feel like doing to link code now so you can just copy and paste...it's worth the effort, trust me. ^^;
www.mellowdrone.com
Enjoy and spread the word!
{ Friday, July 25, 2003 }
I don't care if monday's blue
Saturday wait
I don't care if monday's black
Monday you can hold your head
Saturday wait
Dressed up to the eyes
The Cure - Friday I'm in Love
I love that song.
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Sweet Jesus I haven't posted on this for a while...and I probably won't for another week seeing as how I'm visiting Heather...the only one that reads this anyway. XD
*waves*
{ Tuesday, July 8, 2003 }
Mark my words, I'm never drinking Snapple AGAIN.
I might explain why, and I had some funny anecdotes about work and today in general, but the fact that I'm so damned tired, and the that non of you really give a shit about the five dollars Jesus Christ left me in an elevator...isn't enough motivation for me to do it.
With that, I'm going to pass out in my sassy looking Shop Rite smock.
{ Saturday, July 5, 2003 }
Today was fairly interesting/good. Okay, it was really good, but the sad part is I don't have time to go into the details. I dunno, it's just weird not to be bitching on here for once.
...I really should.
Okay, yeah, the callous on my finger really hurts alot.
{ Sunday, June 29, 2003 }
I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO pissed off right now.
Time to listen to angry music.
{ Saturday, June 21, 2003 }
How exactly does a blog go from a pseudo suicide note, to this?
Radiohead. August 13th. RESERVED-FUCKING-SEATS-2-HOURS AFTER-THEY-WENT-ON-SALE-CENTER-FUCKING-UNOBSTRUCTED. I'll have Otakon that weekend. Two days to recoup then I'll have Radiohead that Wensday in Mass.
There's only one other thing that would make this moment PERFECT, but I'm not goin to push my luck. I'm taking whatever I can get.I love my brother, years, YEARS or crap made up for in one phone call.
{ Friday, June 20, 2003 }
Good bye.
{ Friday, June 13, 2003 }
Why can't I ever have a good 24 hours? Why? Today was PERFECT. In 56 minutes I would have had a great day.
I was laughing so hard with good friends. Happy school was over. Gererally having a great time.I won't go into the details.
Dumb & Dumberer sucked, I mean, I knew it would, but god dammit. I was busy laughing at the woman who laughed like Ms. Crabapple (the only one laughing mind you.) Other then that the theater was completely silent. It was sans laughter. The part with Bob Saget screaming, "HE SHIT ALL OVER MY WALLS! MY WALLS ARE COVERED IN SHIT" produced some much needed laughes in that snooze fest, only because you wouldn't suspect Danny Tanner to say such things, and only because it reminded me off that Future Self episode of South Park.
The sound cut out at the end, but I really didn't care at that point, I just wanted to get the hell home. My friends were driving in another direction, so I figured I'd walk the 10 minutes it takes to get to my house from the theater.
Here's where my otherwise fantastic day just turns sour. Some fucking shitfaced stoner asshole in a riced out red Poniac throws a fucking huge turnip at me or some shit. I was in my own little world listening to music (on the fucking sidewalk mind you, so this was unwarrented in every sense of the word). I stop, completely dumbfounded. I hear the asshole(s) laughing as the car speeds away. What do I do? Two big middle fingers, screaming the f'word here and there. I was pissed and they're calling me a dirtbag. Why? Because I'm walking and NOT driving in a "souped up ride" ("Hahaha, I threw the turnip, hit the nitros son!" Oh fucking hell, in retrospect, I should have taken the biggest rock I coud find and destroyed their shitty body kit that they cherish so much. Did your mommy buy you that car? Fucking faggots. But it was one of those times when you're just so angry, you don't know what the hell to do. This hit me (literally) out of NOWHERE. I have no center now, I just got knocked out of wack.
I wish I could focus this energy to got those assholes into a big accident, paralyzed from the neck down and forced to drink out of a straw for the rest of their pain filled exsitance, but I can't...if I could...a lot of people would be in a lot of pain right now.
I don't mean to sound like a whiney little bitch for something this stupid, but I would've liked to go to sleep with a smile on my face...just once. Today was looking like that day. Now I'm just annoyed and everything I didn't want on my mind, is.
C-3PO said it best, "We were made to suffer, it's our lot in life." I just wish I had a little R2-2D by my side. Then it wouldn't seem as crappy.
*sigh*
Well, I have the house to myself this weekend. Who's bringing the beer!!? Yeah, that's exactly what I want. Bunch of fucks like the ricer faggots stomping holes through my walls and breaking my shit while they're completely hammered and/or stoned. I COULD use a drink, but I'd rather do it by myself thank you.
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Hah, if anyone reading this wants to stop by, feel free. Who the fuck reads this and lives in my state anyway? I'll just be listening to loud music and laying on my couch. Good times.
Hey, atleast I got a job. The male hooker thing wasn't working out. I haven't had a costumer, well, ever. I think it's better I retire before some cool kids decide to throw a watermelon at me while I'm on my corner. =)
{ Friday, June 13, 2003 }
The Silent Hill 3 demo is incredible.
Except for the fact it's way too short.
I was so geared up to enter alternate Silent Hill again after you speak to Claudia (creepy bitch), but no, that's it. I played in my basement around midnight, and it goes without saying I was pretty freaked out. When I was walking back upstairs (with no lights on), I started seeing shit. Ahhh...so much fun.
Oh, and I can't forget...there are some great Heather Skirt moments in the demo. That made my day.
Heather: Damn Truck, I'll have to go back...huh...STOP STARING YOU PERVERT!!
{ Tuesday, June 10, 2003 }
God dammit, I need this job. Please give me this job =/
{ Monday, June 9, 2003 }
I can't over emphasize enough...I love my hair now...
K THX!!!111
*plays with hair* { Monday, June 9, 2003 }
My hair is now black/really dark brown.
Pictures soon.
{ Saturday, June 7, 2003 }
I am so fucking sick of this god damn shit. Every single fucking day, it doesn't end. Nothing changes. I'm fucking reaching my breaking point. I've had it.
{ Thursday, June 5, 2003 }
Just how deep does this rabbit hole go...
He doesn't look too happy.
{ Wednesday, June 4, 2003 }
*sigh*
Procrastination is fun. It doesn't help when you have a huge assignment in a day in a half you pretty much haven't given a second thought about for 2 months.
Dumbass. Thy name is Ed.
I need a haircut. I'm starting to like it long, but it's in my eyes. I guess it works since I'm not to found of my forehead OR my eyebrows. I'm going to dye it soon for the sake of being random. I dunno what color. Probably hot pink...
...
...but not really. A darker brown most likely, black maybe. Any objections?
Great, it's settled then.
This is going to be the crappiest god damn summer ever.If there's anything I learned from Radiohead...thinking positive isn't going to get me anywhere. I just accept that fact and "move on".
Speaking of Radiohead; apparently, and it's still unconfirmed, they're playing in my area again this Saturday. Ofcourse, if it were true, stupid-fucking-asswhole-cock0sucking-lame-ass-bitchs would already be waiting in line to get their filthy-little-loser-ass-pirate hands on tickets.
What's that...am I bitter? Uhm, what makes you say that?
And finally...
Can we say, best Matrix Fan Film/Parody EVER? I believe we can.
{ Wednesday, June 4, 2003 }
Yeah, the Animatrix rules.
And I just realized the kid in Kid's Story is the kid in Reloaded that Neo "saved". It took me a second to figure that out (I'm fucking retarded is what it is.) but that's one of the best shorts on the DVD next to Detective Story. Watanabe is the man. His stuff has so much style it hurts.
{ Tuesday, June 3, 2003 }
God bless the Internet and a crazy Asian persons desire to dress up cats. It's not a good thing that the laughter is makin my chest hurt more than it already is, but it's good I'm a laughing, especially now.
Priceless.
{ Monday, June 2, 2003 }
I wonder why I bothered waking up. I took a nap because I was too tired to do work. I wake up 7 hours later even more tired then I was, with the same ammount of work and less time to do it.
I can't win. Ever.
Thom Yorke is really pissing me the hell off. Apparently he won't play mainstream venues because he believes they are "monopolies". Okay, asshole, first of all, playing all these exclusive private shows only hurts the little people (like myself) that want to see you. That's just want these saposed monopilies would be doing. Here's a clue, they don't exist! All you're doing to keeping a lot more huge fans from enjoying your wonderful music.
I'm really slipping further into depression. I could use a hug. None of this *hug* crap I get all to often, make the effort and give me a REAL hug. Actual human contact would be nice for a change, but you need to be desireable enough for that to work. I'm just not really really insanely gorgesly good looking. *strikes pose* [/Zoolander].
2 Weeks left for school. I should be done with my work, focusing on Graduation, but insted of as overworked as I always was. It's amazing that I'm still doing so bad after all of it. I'm must be really fucking retarded. I can't even enjoy the last week or so of my Highschool career. Then I go straight into work for the whole summer, and if I ever get around to doing my lame ass community college application (God, I'm sure they're booked by now... [/sarcasm]), than I have that in September.
I'm getting more spacey than I'm comfortable with. I don't like being able to just sit and stare at my ceiling for an hour 1/2 and have the time pass by like it was 5 minutes. Not when I have the amount of work I have. I really don't have the time to be typing this, but I need to get some of this out of my head, before I go anymore crazy than I already am.
At least I'm not directly ranting to people on AIM anymore. At least they have an option to read all this crap or not. You'd be better off if you hadn't. I dunno. I don't know anything. I'm off, to do whatever. Listen to The Verve or David Bowie, something that won't irritate this headache, and try and finish the insane amount of work I couldn't finish before because I was "too tired"...
What a joke...
{ Sunday, June 1, 2003 }
I guess I got something out of yesterday. My Sanrio Chococat Cereal Bowl. I will be eating much ramen from that. I also got some magnet clings. I love Chococat.
No to mention Too Boots pizza. My God, I love Too Boots. Best pizza anywhere, especially if you like spicey food.
I think I'm going to lay down know, I got really lightheaded all of a sudden.
{ Friday, May 30, 2003 }
I'm going to get fucking pneumonia tomorrow, I know it. It's going to rain all day, and I'm already sick as all hell. I've got a fever and everything, but God dammit, I refuse to give up.
{ Friday, May 30, 2003 }
I imagine myself actually being the last person online before all the tickets are sold out.
Teller: I'm sorry sir, we're all sold oud.
Ed's anger reaching new leveles when he realized how close he was to actually getting to see Radiohead.
Teller: Now leave The Beacon Theater Box Office...entirely...without...incident...
Ed: No...not without incident.
Teller: OH SHIT!
Spring loaded guns fire from Ed's sleeves and he uses Gun Katta on everyone in sight. The violent strob of muzzle flashes light up the street. After the massive bloodbath he bends down, picks up a puppy and smiles.
...
Yeah, I'm bored.
{ Thursday, May 29, 2003 }
Okay, you know what, fuck this, I'm still going to try and get tickets. I know I have about as much chance as sexing Monica Bellucci than I do getting them, but if I don't try (getting the tickets, not sex) I will be even more pissed.
First train to the city is on saturday is around 6:00 A.M.
Giddy up. [/Kramer]
{ Thursday, May 29, 2003 }
There isn't a God. If there is, he likes to fucking mock me on a daily basis. What an asshole.
{ Wednesday, May 28, 2003 }
I really need to fix mine...I hate using this piece of crap.
Anyway, yeah, so again, today sucked tremendously.
But again, something happened that put me in EXTREMELY better sprits.
Radiohead is playing the Beacon Theater and tickets go on sale this Saturday. Am I going to go? Hell-fuckin-yeah. This is getting lost in the woods X 1000, I am so fucking happy right now. I've wanted to see them live for years. Field Day would have been my only chance (Beastie Boys, Blur, Interpol ect would've been awesome to see too), but $90 per ticket and 50,000 plus people to deal with sucks ass.
This solves all that, this is going to be great, June 5th, Beacon Theater, Radiohead and me. ^__________^
{ Tuesday, May 27, 2003 }
Hahahahaha...man, what a day...
I don't really have a lot of time to go into immense detail at the moment,
if you're at all curious I'll fill you in over AIM or something.
Pretty much, I went into the woods behind my house and got SERIOUSLY lost.
Now, I didn't just aimlessly decide to wander into the woods. I love doing that, I enjoy
nature crap, but this was actually for a school project.
Whatever possessed me to keep walking further away from civilization, I dunno, but at one
point I felt like I was on Dagobah.
Ed: God dammit, what a slimely mudhole...
Yoda: Mudhole!? Slimely!? My home this is!!
Ed: Yeah...that's great.
Yoda: I am wondering...why are you here?
Me: I'm looking for Fair Street, which way to I go?
Yoda: Looking, found someone you have, I would say. Yes. Hmmm.
Me: Right, I'm looking for Fair Street you little green asshole.
And so on.
Long story short you'll be happy to know I got my X-Wing out of the swamp, ended up behind a local shopping center (which was setting up a big ass Carnival I hadn't seen before) and made my way home from the main road.
Okay, here's the strange part. I was in a piss poor mood today. I was going to do what I had to do in the woods and be done with it. After getting lost, I felt much better. You'd think I'd be really pissed or something. I dunno, I'm weird like that. Although, tomorrow I think I'll bring a compass.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to take a LONG shower. I'm a fucking mess. XD
{ Saturday, May 15, 1999 }
Only one word describes the movie I just saw.
...
Whoa...
Well, I would say I can die a happy man right now, but I'll have to wait until November 5th. Excellent.
{ Thursday, May 15, 2003 }
Oh man, only a few hours left until I'm on the Red Pill again. Jesus I can't wait. To celebrate, I'm decked out in all black, which is not really that big of a deal in retrospect, because I always have to have something in my waredrobe, but it's fun. This black shirt kind of reminds me of that Neo/John Preston Eastern shirt, beacuse it isn't very loose fitting.
I'm working on the only school computer that's free and it doesn't have a mouse. It's an excersing in patience to browse, but I am too excited to be annoyed.
{ Tuesday, May 11, 1999 }
i'm really screwed...
{ Wednesday, April 28, 1999 }
I'd like to quickly add to my growing list of evidence as to why I hate people.
About a year 1/2 ago, a kid in my grade, Andrew, died in a car accident; he was driving drunk. Personally, I didn't care for Andrew; he was a dick to me when I first moved up here. However, I still felt bad for his family, friends and just in general. DESPITE that fact it was a stupid choice that got him killed. Despite that fact, I still cared.
That is until today.
They had a Golf outing to commemorate him last year, and they are doing it again today. Well, I have a friend that works at the Golf course, and what he told me literally made me nauseous.
Last year, they COMPLETELY finished off all the alcohol in the club. Everything. Literally.
Now, wait a second. This Golf outing is for your son, brother, cousin, nephew etc. etc...
...who died in a car accident, because he was driving under the influence...
...and you finish ALL the booze in the Golf club. This coming from people that ADVOCATED sobriety weeks after Andrew's death.
I'm not saying it's wrong of them to drink at all, although I think staying dry throughout the outing would be the DECENT thing to do...but to finish off the ENTIRE SUPPLY of alcohol. That's downright disgusting.
So, I'll be hearing from my friend tommorow on how the it went today. I REALLY hate people.
{ Friday, April 18, 2003 }
My computer keeps exploding.
I was getting into Freelancer too. *sigh*
Well, I have about 5 more seconds until it crashes again...
{ Friday, April 18, 2003 }
My computer keeps exploding.
I was getting into Freelancer too. *sigh*
Well, I have about 5 more seconds until it crashes again...
{ Wednesday, April 16, 2003 }
So of a bitch, I thought I had another entry in here.
I guess I forget to click done.
It was long too. =/
{ Tuesday, April 15, 2003 }
In Spanish, my last name means "without you"...
And yet, I'm only now realizing the obvious irony of it. =/
{ Monday, April 14, 2003 }
I'm such a dumbass, seriously, I don't know how I have to mental capacity to breath and type at the same time.
{ Sunday, April 13, 2003 }
If I've been an asshole to anyone reading this...
(I'm sure that narrows it done a bit.)
I'm sorry; the symptoms of whatever it is I have are so sporadic it's making me kinda crazy ...
On a more postive note, I love when the History Channel does specials on things that I needed to research. After that "death" marathon they showed the last week that killed my interest for the station, today's UFO marathon kind of redeemed them in my eyes and a lot of research time has been saved.
{ Saturday, April 12, 2003 }
Try to have a nice fun day shopping and you still get a defective Hellsing DVD. *shrugs*
Well, atleast I got a replacement mouse. It's optical, so I'm going to feel special. Although I have no desire to play any games because I really feel like shit. On top of the migrain that doesn't want to go away, I got that flu/cold bug that's going around...you know the one...SARS...
And I haven't even been to Asia lately, go figure.
Most importantly, I got the Dark Tide books, so I'll get started on them when I feel up to it.
{ Friday, April 11, 2003 }
Because of my fucking e-mail, I don't get to be a Galerian. That is shit. I'm fucking pissed. Fuck this and that. Fuck, and there goes my interest in Short Circuit.
Let's not forget my mouse isn't work, so I can't play any games without being put into a fit of rage.
There's the last two things I wanted to do that WOULD have maintained my sanity for a little while longer. Guess I don't have much of a choice in the matter.
{ Thursday, April 10, 2003 }
I'm kinda apprehensive about "Sleeping Awake," P.O.Ds single for The Matrix Reloaded soundtrack. It's a good song, P.O.D is an all right band I guess, but....eh...like...hearing Rage Against the Machine or even Marilyn Manson with the Matrix backdrop made sense, but this just seems...bleh....with the exception of the lyrics having a "Matrix Connotation," the sound just isn't there.
Maybe it will grow on me, like Jedi Knight II has.
{ Thursday, April 10, 2003 }
Archived...I think...I don't think I did it right.
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name: Eddie
aliases: Heero Hammer, nny, Wakka, Zekk
DOB: 02/26/85
aim: Diseased Moogle
characters:
guys: Rookie One (<3), Spike Spegial, Van Fanel
girls: Bubbles, Sawa, Haruko, Misato
bands: Greenday, Mindless Self Indulgence, Our Lady Peace, Radiohead, Smashing Pumpkins, Weezer
forums: # # # # #
layout: GIR!
ARCHIVES - Yeah!
currently---
feeling:
dead
obsessing over: My Room
reading: Agents of Chaos I: Jedi Ecipse by James Luceno & The Complete Reference: Web Design by Thomas A. Powell
playing: Zone of the Enders the 2nd Runner, Rise of Nations, Max Payne Kung Fu Edition 3
listening to: Radiohead - Hail to the Theif
watching: The Simpsons
wanting: ...it doesn't really make a difference?
The Scary Monkey Show: The Scary Monkey Show is, basically, a show on Invader Zim that features an angry looking monkey staring at you the entire time. It seems to be very popular since you see a lot of other people watch it throughout Invader Zim. It also happens to be Gir's favorite show.
TACOS!
GALERIANS
---Ash
---Nitro
--- Rion*
--- Rita
FILLERBUNNY
[#] Devi
[#] Pig
[#] Nny*
[#] Gaz
[#] Gir
[#] Tak
[#] Nailbunny
lawn gnomes:
sounds of the city \\ gta
fillerbunny \\ jhonen vasquez
pizza:
yay for pitas