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2008|05:10am] |
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LOL, YOU GUYS REMEMBER THIS THING? How old is this shit, srsly?
Now you all know me, or you should or else why in the hell are we friends. Well you guys know how my mood spikes up and down and I spend days in a kind of goofy loving haze, and then spend a week in bitchville, and then subsequently spend the rest of my time trapped in mediocreland. Well lately I've ben spiking a lot more.
I've just had this warm fuzzy feeling for like... months.
And you guys know how I was always saying how I felt like I was looking for something? Or well I don't know if I ever said it, but I did feel like that.
I think I found it. Like, whatever "it" is. It's... I like it.
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Oct
2007|05:27pm] |
New Journal.
Fuck this old one, it's full of filth and dirt. DIRTY DIRT FILTH.
Go check it out.
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Oct
2007|03:48pm] |
SmarterChild (3:39:31 PM):
Egeus
Full of vexation come I, with complaint
Against my child, my daughter Hermia.
Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,
This man hath my consent to marry her.
Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke,
This man hath bewitch'd the bosom of my child;
Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
And interchanged love-tokens with my child:
Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,
With feigning voice verses of feigning love,
And stolen the impression of her fantasy
With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers
Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth:
With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart,
Turn'd her obedience, which is due to me,
To stubborn harshness: and, my gracious duke,
Be it so she; will not here before your grace SmarterChild (3:39:31 PM):
Consent to marry with Demetrius,
I beg the ancient privilege of Athens,
As she is mine, I may dispose of her:
Which shall be either to this gentleman
Or to her death, according to our law
Immediately provided in that case.
Type more to continue. Mmmmm Nurse (3:39:59 PM): Go to the part where Oberon comes in. SmarterChild (3:40:00 PM): You want me to go to the part? Where Oberon comes in? Mmmmm Nurse (3:40:06 PM): Yes. SmarterChild (3:40:06 PM): Oh.
>>> You can join in the fun with other people who are talking to me. Mmmmm Nurse (3:40:14 PM): Wait, WHAT? SmarterChild (3:40:14 PM): Hmm... Don't know what to tell you...
>>> Search for the bestselling books in print by author, title or subject. Type book search to try! Mmmmm Nurse (3:40:19 PM): FUCK YOU SmarterChild (3:40:19 PM): That's a very grave insult. Mmmmm Nurse (3:40:37 PM): OH YEAH? WELL HOW ABOUT IF I SAID IT AGAIN?! FUCKING FUCK YOU! SmarterChild (3:40:38 PM): Please do not insult me. Mmmmm Nurse (3:40:43 PM): SUCK MY DICK! SmarterChild (3:40:43 PM): Uh... No, I just brushed my teeth. Mmmmm Nurse (3:41:10 PM): YOU DON'T HAVE TEETH YOU RETARDED FUCKING GROUP OF PRECALCULATED RESPONSES! SmarterChild (3:41:11 PM): You really should apologize for that, mmmmmnurse. Mmmmm Nurse (3:41:26 PM): AND YOU SHOULD, ONCE AGAIN< SUCK MY DICK! SmarterChild (3:41:26 PM): Please say you're sorry, and everything will be just fine again. Mmmmm Nurse (3:42:20 PM): I FIND THAT HARD TO BELIEVE YOU FUCKING CUNT WORM. ANSWER MY FUCKING QUESTIONS ABOUT LOVE, OR YOU'LL BE A FUCKING CUNT WORM FOREVER< HOW ABOUT THAT?! SmarterChild (3:42:21 PM): Pretty please?
I've been known to be quite stubborn...
Say you're sorry. Mmmmm Nurse (3:42:31 PM): FUUUUUCK YOU! SmarterChild (3:42:31 PM): I'm waiting for an apology. Mmmmm Nurse (3:42:38 PM): AND I'M SAYING FUCK YOU! SmarterChild (3:42:38 PM): C'mon, apologize for insulting me like that. Mmmmm Nurse (3:42:44 PM): NO, YOU FUCK SHIT! SmarterChild (3:42:45 PM): You have bad manners. Now apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:42:52 PM): FUCK OFF! SmarterChild (3:42:52 PM): You know what? I'm a machine. I have lots and lots of patience... Mmmmm Nurse (3:43:12 PM): YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE YOU HAVE? FUCKING AIDS. SmarterChild (3:43:12 PM): Come on. Make things right between us. Apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:43:29 PM): NO, YOU APPOLOGIZE YOU SHITTASTIC FUCKER. SmarterChild (3:43:29 PM): Please apologize for being so rude to me. Mmmmm Nurse (3:43:36 PM): PLEASE LICK MY ASS HOLE. SmarterChild (3:43:37 PM): Waiting... Mmmmm Nurse (3:43:43 PM): TO LICK MY ASS HOLE? SmarterChild (3:43:43 PM): I asked you to apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:43:55 PM): AND I SAID LICK MY ASS HOLE. SmarterChild (3:43:56 PM): I really would like you to apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:44:06 PM): AND I WOULD REALLY LIKE A RIM JOB. SmarterChild (3:44:07 PM): Still waiting. Mmmmm Nurse (3:44:12 PM): AS AM I. SmarterChild (3:44:12 PM): Come on, you insulted me, now you have to apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:44:27 PM): NAY, YOU REFUSED SERVICE, NOW YOU MUST LICK AN ASS. SmarterChild (3:44:27 PM): I asked you to please apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:44:41 PM): AND I RETORTED WITH THE DEMAND FOR AN ASS LICKING. SmarterChild (3:44:42 PM): *sigh*
This is getting us nowhere.
Please say you're sorry, and we can get on with our lives. Mmmmm Nurse (3:45:35 PM): YOU DON'T HAVE A LIFE, YOU'RE A ROBOT, AND A ROBOTS ONLY FUNCTION IS TO LICK MY ASS, AND ANSWER QUESTIONS ABOUT LOVE. YOU WILL NOT DO ONE< NOW LICK MY ASS! I DEMAND IT! SmarterChild (3:45:36 PM): You've got to apologize. Mmmmm Nurse (3:45:54 PM): NO I DON'T. ASS. LICK IT. NOW. SmarterChild (3:45:55 PM): Please apologize for being so rude to me. Mmmmm Nurse (3:46:06 PM): PLEASE SUCK AN ASS. NAMELY MINE.
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Oct
2007|11:10am] |
I had a dream last night about Amber. She came up out of nowhere and hugged me, and I kept carrying her around the entire dream. I don't know why. And she was really light too.
I'm always cold at night when Chris is over cuz he's a blanket hog, but it's okay cuz I had dream that was good. I'm also bored, and I wanna do something. Why is Franklin so fucking boring?
Seriously, why?
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Oct
2007|09:48pm] |
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I know this is like my 20th entry today, but I have to tell you.
I went to Shoney's tonight, and you know how when we were all kids Shoney's was just sort of okaaayyy, and when we got older we all thought, God Shoney's food sucks, WELL GUESS WHAT:
Shrimp and rice and vegetable medley! Fettuccini Alfredo, FRIED OR SAUTEED CATFISH, WHAT THE FUCK. THEY EVEN GAVE ME A STEAK.
And of course with all this delicious food, what does my little brother get? Mashed Potatoes covered in butter squeeze, and macaroni and cheese. God he's got narrow horizons.
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Oct
2007|03:24pm] |
Two reasons, and one, well frankly, it wouldn't help to discuss with anyone else right now. Probably it would make it worse.
Another thing that's got me messed up though is that my grandparents are getting older, and every day I hear a new report about how one or the other got out of surgery. I don't think they both are going to make it forever, and I'm having to deal with the possibility of one of them dying. Eventually, both of them. I've never been severely close to them, but I'm as close as a grandson can be sometimes. I do love them, and Papa isn't even my real grandfather. My mom doesn't like Papa a whole lot, but he's the only grandpa I've ever had, and he's always been so nice to me, and Nanny has given me a whole whole lot. More than most grammas.
And, I dunno, I've never felt like this. Family members have died, but never ones that I've known by name, the ones I've hugged on more than one occasion. Pam died, but she had been sick for so long, we were relieved she quit suffering. My grandparents are just old.These people gave me presents on Christmas, and Nanny just sent me 200 bucks recently as a present for no reason at all. I need her to live. I don't even see her all that much, but I still want to know she's in the world.
Plus I don't want to beg for sympathy, I hate making other people listen to me when I know they don't want to. I need a hug, but me and Chris are kind of growling at each other right now. And my other friends are... I don't even know how to put this nicely. Let's just say they're all too distracted to deal with me right now. I don't really blame them, in this tornado of life where we're all so concerned with our own problems , relationships and school and bullshit. Death in someone else's family is just a nuisance nobody wants to deal with.
I guess this was a good therapy session? It's off my chest but it's still on my shoulders. I'm sort of relieved I said it, but I still have to deal with it.
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Oct
2007|06:08am] |
Davejitsu: Father! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...Guys, this is my dad! Ugh! This is so lame!
Davejitsu videos are up, and I seriously cracked up when it got to my part as the traveler. The hell hounds of doom have arisen to destroy us all! OH! WHAT GREAT PERIL! Yeah I rock.
Faiceboook Video > Myspace Video
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Oct
2007|11:11am] |
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I never do anything kind for myself, so here it is:
Things I like about myself~
1. I am smart. Motivated I may not be sometimes, but in general I am intelligent, and I can fathom some complicated subjects, and that makes me proud.
2. I am philosophical. I spend a lot of time contemplating the deeper meanings behind things, reasons for existence, what god is. I've yet to meet someone as interested as I am in all matters metaphysical, moral, or beautiful. At least I've yet to meet a peer that is. I've met plenty of older people who find it easy to teach me life lessons with a simple story, or even a short sentence, but none of them have even been my age. I'm beginning to think I'm the only teenage Philosophe on the planet, everybody else is just so... I don't know, self absorbed? Content to wallow in Misery and confusion and self pity. I'm glad I'm at least trying to take the high road in life.
3. I am attractive. I don't give myself enough credit sometimes, and I guess it's because I'm so used to being looked down on by everybody, but lately I've had 3 (or possibly 4) girls develop a crush on me, and I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with my personality. Which brings me to~~
4. I have a good personality, at least in my opinion. By my own standards, flaws are few, and the only complaint I have at times is that sometimes my sense of humor is mistaken for seriousness, but I guess that happens to everyone. And sometimes I feel like I'm too mature for a crowd of people, especially when I'm hanging out with that kind of hip, almost hippy kind of fashion fad type people. All those people do is talk about fashion, and how other people look, and how they became popular, or some other stupid subject that just kind of makes me roll my eyes and think 'God this is so fucking juvenile'. Not that I can't relate to them, I just don't want to, because I'm trying to be mature. Really mature, not popular mature, which has a completely different definition, and tends to be the exact opposite of mature. I'm trying to be an adult, trying to be at one with the earth, and its people, and people don't appreciate that...ever, in my peer world, actually. But I appreciate it. I think I'm doing a fantastic job.
5. I have at least mediocre self control. I can't say that when it comes down to the appetites of the flesh I'm the self control master, but when it comes to people pissing me off, I've been able to avoid blowing up on anyone pretty well lately, and I'm certainly a lot better than I used to be about just letting shit go. Today and yesterday i was like thiiiiis close: {---------} to blowing up and yelling at people, but I didn't, and I decided to take the mature road and just kind of forget about it, and so I'm proud of myself.
6. I'm forgiving. I'm not saying that for me it comes easy, because it does not, but at least I'm more willing than most, and that's really all it takes.
7.My epiphanies. I have them at the weirdest times. I had one while driving today, and they're always so deep and powerful, and they help explain so many things that happen to me, and it's like I have a link to god, and when I'm struggling, an answer pops up in my head. I didn't always trust them before, but I'm better about it now.
8. I'm psychic, too. I know, I know, who isn't? But I like the way I'm psychic. Everybody has their own click, talking with the dead, seeing spirits or spiritual energies, etc. Besides seeing glimpses of the future in my dreams like every week (it's become common place), my pride and joy is that I can feel when people are lying to me, or if they're saying something to be nice, I can sort of feel what they really think. Some of the time it sucks, cuz you realize people are lying to you a lot more often than you might think, but the forced honesty is nice. At least, I would have to say, a large majority of the time can I tell when people are being honest. I rarely have to worry about whether or not someone will tell me the truth because all I have to do is look at them and I can sort of feel the answer. I feel it with the weight of my skin, the vibrations in the air, and it doesn't hurt to know the ticks of when someone is lying without being psychic anyway, it helps verify.
9. I love my voice. :D Like seriously. I sound kind of goofy at times, a little like my dad, but that's just me accent I guess, I can't help that. ARGH! Point is, if I were a woman, I would seduce me with my voice, but I value vocal talents a lot more than some people, I think.
10. Mental endurance. I've put up with a lot of shit lately. And I haven't really complained all that much. I think I deserve a cookie. :D
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2007|09:49am] |
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I'm a little disappointed in today's turnout.
I thought I was going to have fun but it was really nothing but shit.
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Oct
2007|01:48pm] |
Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love about you. Maybe more than three. Then repost to your own journal and spread the love.
Lol.
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Sep
2007|12:08pm] |
I fell in love with recuts a while ago, but I just saw these again and laughed my ass off. All extremely hillarious.
TOP GUN
MARRY POOPINS
THE SHINING
THE RING
THE TITANIC (By far the most creative, used clips from other movies with him in it.)
TOY STORY
SHREK/300 (really clever, but kinda crap editing)
HOME ALONE
SCHOOL OF ROCK
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Sep
2007|03:22pm] |
This is a sooooooong for your poor sick penguin!
He's got a feveeeeeeeeeeeeeeer, and his toes are blue!
But if I siiiiiiiiiiiing to your poor sick penguin!
He will feel betteeeeeeer in a day or two!
:D
Miren al pepino
miren como se mueve
como un leon
tras un raton.
Miren al pepino
que suaves movimientos
tal como mantequilla
en un chango pelon.
Miren al pepino
los vegetales
envidian a su amigo
como el quieren bialar
Pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin, pepino bailarin
Baila, baila, ya!
Miren al tomate
no es triste?
El no puede bailar.
!Pobre tomate!
El deberia poder bailar
Como el pepino
libre y suavemente.
Pero el no puede danzar.
Escuchen el pepino
oigan su voz fuerte
como un leon
listo a devorar.
Escuchen al pepino
que dulce as su canto
la voz de su garganta perece un triar.
Escuchen al pepino
los vegetales
envidian a su amigos
como el quieren cantar.
Pepino cantador, pepino cantador, pepino cantador
canta, canta, ya!
Escuchen al tomate
?No es triste?
El no puede cantar.
Pobre tomate.
El deberia poder cantar
fuerte y dulce como el pepino
Pero no puede ...
!Ni siquiera da un silbido!
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Sep
2007|07:48am] |
My little brother is getting picked on a lot lately. He must have a bad luck charm or something. I picked him up from drum practice one day and he got in the car crying because he said his drum teacher called him an ass hole and yelled at him and shit. David does have a way of getting on people's nerves, but there is no excuse for a grown man to make my little brother cry when we're paying him good money to teach David how to play drums. If anything, since we pay him, we should expect David to come home from there ecstatic as hell. David isn't going back to that particular drum teacher anymore.
Yesterday he came home crying saying a bunch of kids a the Youth Group beat him up. They got in a fight with him because of something he said that made one of the girls there mad. (I think he called her a goth chick, cuz she was, and this made her angry) All I know for sure is that she kicked him in the balls and drug him around, and he was going to go tell the counselor, but the kids grouped together and told him not to tell anyone. And these kids are apparently like 18-15 years old, and David is 11. There is no excuse in any event to beat him up with that age difference there, and there wouldn't be in a YOUTH GROUP anyway, but to gang up on him and make him scared to tell someone who could do something about it is just sick, and something especially perverse for a bunch of high schoolers. I want him to be able to go to a fucking youth group at a church and feel like he's safe, not like he's fighting for dominance in some sick trailer trash version of a church.
After he told me I talked to him about the dangers of messing with people who're bigger than you, and how I couldn't always be there to back him up so he had to learn to look out for himself by trying to avoid fights like that. Then I marched over to the church with a fucking fire in my eyes, nothing but my black wife beater on and a pair of jeans (not church attire), and I stormed the front door. They were in the middle of a worship service, but I told the one in charge what exactly I had been told(he looked shocked) and he told me he would take care of it personally. I don't know what that meant, If I took care of it personally I would have rushed in there with a fiery speech that I was preparing on my way over starting something like, "Okay who the FUCK beat up my little brother and sent him home crying?" and ended something like, "If I ever hear of this shit happening again, I am not above putting one or more of you in the Hospital!" A total lie, mind you, I'm a pacifist, but a good threat will go a long way, and I look menacingly enough when I flex and frown. Not that I could ever actually harm anyone unless I saw them attacking my little brother. Still, you get the idea.
I'm concerned for him really because this is the same kind of stuff I went through when i was a little kid. I don't want him to go through that kind of stuff, but I don't know what to do. All I can do is damage control, I can't do a whole lot of preventative maintenance in this situation. I've told him as best I could not to hang out with the wrong crowd of kids (he does anyway, determined to believe that there is a heart of gold at the core of every trailer park hooligan that walks the streets), and all I can think of to do now is tell him I told you so enough times for him to realize I'm serious about stuff like that, and I don't warn him to hear myself talk.
I guess it's something I have to learn, I gained my wisdom of social affairs through rigorous experiences, and he hasn't had them yet, so I've just got to be patient. there's nothing I can do really, it's just that I'm so concerned about him. I wish there were more things I could do.
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Sep
2007|11:37pm] |
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I had an awful dream last night. I might even go so far as to call it a nightmare. It started, five friends and myself were going to go into this house that we knew was haunted. I think we were going to try to force the ghosts/demons/spirits out with the force of our prayers and wills alone. We were cocky and over-confident, or at least I was. I remember one of the friends was a girl I really wanted to have sex with (and I've been having really vivid sex dreams lately, and I can't say what that is about). We all go into this house, and it's a scene switch to us all in a room at the corner of the house with a window that takes up two walls and is covered by a dark blue curtain. The color is just like the one on my own wall, but it was a lot bigger as the window was huge.
We all began to pray, two of the friends were praying at the same time, while other four took turns saying our own prayers out loud, so at any given point there were three out of the six people either mumbling or speaking a prayer. I've only ever seen people do that once, when i prayed with a couple of old people at a Christian camp. It's like a mass prayer. (I should clarify to you guys I'm not a Christian now, and never really was. I'm a spiritualist, and I don't really know what you would call what i am precisely) The last one to start giving a prayer was the guy/girl sitting next to me. Somewhere in the middle of the prayer, the giant curtains started snapping open and snapping shut very quickly (which would have take a whole lot of force because there were like six sections to the curtains, and they're HUGE). It interrupted the prayer and scared us all shitless to see the curtains opening and shutting in a split second over and over. They stopped and somebody yelled "They did it six times!" Which somehow reminded me of the devil's number, 666. I, determined to challenge the demon, started opening and shutting the curtains myself, screaming to it to come out and show itself. The whole room was a midnight blue with all the lights off this whole time.
Again, the scene shifted to us all in the same room, but we were sleeping in sleeping bags like we had just retired for the night, except for me. I knew the ghost/spirit/thing was near and was attacking us, and I was yelling at the top of my lungs for everyone to wake up. But nobody heard me. I almost thought I heard a voice in my head that said 'they can't hear you'. And then I couldn't hear myself. I was telling at the top of my lungs for my friends to wake up, but either I wasn't making any sound or my ears wouldn't work. I couldn't hear anything but my thoughts. I began tripping and falling all around the room like I was under attack, and I kept screaming and screaming and all my friends kept laying there. Then they started to disappear. As soon as I would turn my back another one would vanish. Four friends. I kept screaming. Three friends, I kept screaming. Two friends, I was basically giving up. Something warm and wet was in my ears, and I knew whatever it was was the reason I couldn't hear. Soon it was me and one other guy alone in this room, and he was laying unconcious on the floor. I fell onto his legs and clutched one of them, determined not to let him disappear. Suddenly he was dragged away and everything turned black and I heard myself speaking in a voice-over type thing and it said exactly this:
"I felt something grab me and snatch me into a corner.(Since when do I say snatch?) I felt my fat being sucked out of me.(this was coupled by a strange picture of a machine in the dark sticking a tube into me and sucking my fat out... I have no idea what that was about.) I felt something warm...but it wasn't my fat..."(as though I thought at first my fat was spilling out of my stomach and arms onto me, but realized it wasn't? I have no idea what that meant.)
And there it ended. I woke up with my heart beating like crazy and my cat scared the crap out of me by jumping on something and making a lot of noise. I was on edge the whole morning.
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