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Thursday, June 12th, 2003
10:24 pm	? I didn't think this would still work. Amazing. Well, goodnight. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 6th, 2002
1:35 am	Myynaaaahhhh! I got it. I got it! It's official. Hopefully, in a month, I'll be saying something like: "Wow. It took me a month to do what all you couldn't in over a decade." And then I will laugh. And laugh. And laugh. Perhaps I'll claim I did it only to piss you all off- that won't be true, and it'll just make me seem like MORE of an asshole- but I'll probably still say it. And it'll piss you off. Bitter, cynical, asshole, Fulcrum- synonymous words, no? TWINSTAR IS OKAY! Current Mood: artistic Current Music: "19-2000" by Gorillaz (Comment on this)
Friday, December 21st, 2001
7:54 pm	I laugh in the face of comedy. It's my goal to use every single one of these little face-things every day, in order. Which means they really don't have anything to do with my mood. Someone told me that all my old "friends" have been watching my journal lately, and I notice a couple people left messages. I guess the only thing I have to say about that- what's wrong with you people? Are you THAT bored? Geez. I mean, all I do is rant and complain about you-know-who and you-know-what, and all the majority of you want to do is read what I say so you can have that little part laugh, part snooty/smug, part angry/irritated/annoyed/hatred attitude towards me. Hmm. Well, it's your call. Oh, and that offer's still open, if you're brave enough to take it. Easy, right? Still not in person, no cost to you, settle this. But beware, because although I'm going to be civil, I'll also be very irate. And like I said, you don't have the Internet to save you from having to have feelings, or anything. Anyway, guys, no matter what I feel about you, or you feel about me, I do want to wish you all a very Merry fucking Christmas. Have fun with your families and friends over the fucking holidays. And I mean that. Ignore the swearing. I just type the way I talk. And, wow, I swear a lot, don't I? I swore in front of a nun the other day. Not on purpose- I didn't realize she was there. Said something along the lines of "Jesus fucking god damn bastard Christ (I'm not kidding)," and all of a sudden from behind me I hear this little cough. Turn around, whatta know- a nun, in her little getup and everything. Ha ha. Funny, huh? My life's a friggin' comedy. Well, that's all I gotta say for now. Won't lose any sleep over that, will ya? I'll close with some lyrics that somebody might recognize. And it must have been so bad 'Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you... Current Mood: amused Current Music: "My Name Is Jonas", by Weezer (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 19th, 2001
10:27 pm	Okay, got that out of my system. Whoooweee, did that make me feel better. Anyone else want a smoke? (Comment on this)
8:45 pm	A pledge I'm making I pledge to do more to actually further the goal than anyone in the entire history of the organization. And I'll do it, even if I'm going it just to show you fuckers how determined I am to do it. Hah! Current Mood: enthralled Current Music: "Pysched Out" by Supersuckers (Comment on this)
8:28 pm	Let's get some things straight OKay, folks, whoever's reading this... which probably consists of nobody, but I'm going to continue to ramble on anyway... as the title suggests, let's get some things straight. Did you know that when social rejects get the chance to act like the people who they've despised because they pushed them around, they were "better" or "cooler" than them, who were forming cliques against them, they do exactly the same thing, and their personalities turn into a clique-ish, I'm-better-than-you sort of thing. Yep, that's true, whether they'll admit it or not. Some will admit it, but most won't, because they refuse to see it. But it's true, and it happens. Especially when those people get power! Holy good gawd damn! You know what I wish? I wish the Internet didn't exist for communication. It sucks. You oughtta call people up, or meet them in person, because otherwise, on the Internet, the situation I described above happens. Not only that, lots of other unpleasant things happen that wouldn't happen in real life. But I've said all this before. What makes me figure anyone will pay attention this time? Because you're a fuckhead. I'm addressing someone in particular. Fifty bucks goes to the person who figures out who it is. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. You're a fuckhead. Fucking fucker. What the fuck are you thinking about yourself? Look at me, I'm popular now, I'm cool now, I've got friends who'll protect me if I'm slightly annoyed now, I can do what I want now, I can pretend I care about a number of things now. Hooray for fucking you. But in the end, you're just a fuckhead, and you know it, too. Not happy? Tough. Deal with it. Unless you come out and want to settle this (in which case I'll provide you with a phone number you can call collect), you are and will always be a fuckhead. That's my angered rant! Listen to this song I'm listening to, it's about our relationship. Tired of living like a blind man... Current Mood: aggravated Current Music: "How You Remind Me" by Nickelback (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 18th, 2001
8:26 pm	How many people do you think I can piss off by my presence alone? It'll be fun to find out. (Comment on this)
8:15 pm	Some more horrifying things for you to ponder... The United States Army employs 1,045,690 soldiers in the Active Army, Reserve, and National Guard. The annual budget for all three Army services is some $70 billion dollars. Wal-Mart employs 1,192,000 people, and has an annual net of $191 billion dollars. ... And you thought MICROSOFT was going to take over the world. (Comment on this)
8:14 pm	Yer all nuts. Every last one of you. I, however, am the normal one. Reality defines itself around me. Heck, as far as I know, the rest of you don't exist- the world creates itself around me. A truly horrifying thought, isn't it? All of you are merely deranged figments of my imagination. How evil. Current Mood: accomplished Current Music: Everclear, "So Much For The Afterglow" (Comment on this)
12:05 am	You know what I think? No, you don't. And you don't care, either. So I'm not going to tell you. Good night. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, July 29th, 2001
12:16 am	*caw!* *caw!* I ain't happy I'm feelin' glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is comin' on... I like the music video, too. And I can actually watch it on occasion. Y'know, like when MTV WILL ACTUALLY PLAY MUSIC VIDEOS. Hadta run down to Racine, Wisconsin today and pick up some stuff from a warehouse. Some weird siding for a house I get to work on on Monday. I really want a different (better) job. I've been looking around. I went to Papa Johns, see what they paid for delivery drivers. It was damn cheap. $5.75 an hour, pluse $.75 per delivery, plus tips. No allowance for gas or anything. But the lady wanted me to start THAT DAY that I walked in to see about it. Seriously. I thought that was funny. She needed a delivery driver that bad. I took an application to make her feel better, but I'm not gonna hand it in or anything. Did you know in Wisconsin, the speed limit signs are all misprinted? Yup. Must've been a mistake at the sign company, or something. Everyone up here sees a speed limit sign and adds twenty to it. That final number is apparently the ACTUAL speed limit. Otherwise, everyone is always in a hurry to get somewhere. Which could be quite true. People like to (and it happened to me a couple times today) ZOOM past you, when there are cars blocking both lanes a short ways in front of you, and they have nowhere else to go. Or at stoplights. They ACCELERATE QUICKLY, BECAUSE THEY HAVE TO GET TO THE STOP LIGHT (which coincedently, they call a 'stop and go' light...)! In retaliation, I rev my engine at the stoplight and and floor the gas, accelerating to a high speed of... the speed limit. I always snicker. Someday, I'm going to get one of my friends to drive on the highway in another car, and we'll take up both lanes and go the speed limit. Holy shit, that'll piss a LOT of people off. It'll be funny, tho, until those Militia wackos or drunken Packer fans start shooting/throwing stale cheese at us. Ahh. The future. Well, it's too late, now, for any decision on the topic I mentioned before. Unless she and I decide for a second-trimester abortion, which I will most likely never forgive myself for if we go through with it now. Grrargh. My knees hurt. It's supposedly because my body is 'still growing', but I haven't gotten any taller in a year or so. Still 5'11. Hope I hit 6 eventually. Have to stretch myself out, or something. Hee. I'm smoking cigarettes now. Not a smart idea, I know. Giving up one form of drugs, and relying on another. I don't particularly care for cigarettes, either. Don't hate 'em, but I don't smoke all the time. Well, until recently. Hopefully, I'll be able to quit smoking easier than other stuff. Still writing that story. It's still coming! Let's hope it keeps at it, huh? Well, unless you work for JU2... then, I suppose, you could dread it. Either that or chuckle a little at my idiocity and ignore me. It's too late to go to Subway. I'm hungry. I think I'm going to go move that bowl of cereal off the stairs. It's been there for months, now. It's got weird stuff all over it. Maybe I should try to breed it. Hey, that would be COOL! Somebody buy me a Mitsubishi Eclipse Spyder. Rrrowwrrf. Current Mood: complacent Current Music: "Clint Eastwood", Gorillaz (Comment on this)
Thursday, July 26th, 2001
6:43 pm	Godamnned bleeding heart liberals! Naw, I don't have a political axe to grind. I just like to say that. I do have something to say, tho. I really hate political infighting and people who only like to complain about the lack of progress (political leader) is making, and how evil (he/she) is and that (name) will LEAD THE COUNTRY AND US ALL STRAIGHT INTO (Hell/war/poverty/something bad)!!!! Lots of people, like the 'tree huggers' and 'bunny lovers' and such, STILL complain about how unfair it was the George Bush is President, or how Nader cheated them out of an election, or this, or that, blah blah blah. Some are actively, and very truthfully, afraid that he'll lead the country into (bad thing from above). The people who voted for Bush are generally smug at those people and tell them to keep their dumb mouths shut. Of course, roles reversed, the opposite would be happening. The 'redneck NRA conservatives' and the 'cowboy-hat wearin, SUV drivin', church goin' soccer moms' would STILL be complaining about how unfair it was that Al Gore won the election, that he had conceded, but was a bad sport, so on and so forth. Some would be truthfully afraid that he was going to lead the country into (bad thing of their choice). Republicans aren't evil, ladies and gentlemen, and neither are Democrats. Republicans aren't out to keep things conservative forever, or to turn the US into a Christian state, or to lead us into war, or ANYTHING else you think they are. You're an idiot if you DO think so. Democrats aren't out to make sure the government controls everything, to raise taxes and hand out money hand over foot to anyone who wants it, or ANYTHING else you think they are. You're an idiot if you DO think so. And you're also an idiot if you thinking fighting between these two parties will help anything. I know, you don't *actively* think that, but why do you do it, then? You complain about what'll happen, and argue about it to make sure it won't? Maybe. Nothing else'll get done, either. I don't see why we need political parties. Why can't we just have PEOPLE who elect OTHER PEOPLE? No Democrats, no Republicans. Besides which, they're supposed to be representing OUR values and rights, not their own. Stop your complaining and DO something. ONE person can't make a difference, but a bunch can. And people CAN do it- I've seen it happen. Work together, people, or nothing'll get done. And, if you think I'm wrong about all this, or if I've offended you- good. 'Cause I still don't give a fuck. Want to say something, put it right down here in a response. Otherwise, don't say nothin' at all. Otherwise, have a nice day! Current Mood: bitchy Current Music: "I can say the word 'fuck'!" by I'm Not Squeamish, Why Are Y (1 Comment |Comment on this)
2:49 am	This is my subject. There are many like it, but this one is mine. I'm listening to Natalie Imbruglia's 'Torn' right now. It's my current mood, too. It fits. Want to complain about my choice in music? I could list every single hip-hop song I listened to today, too. Don't think you'd like that, would you? Besides which, I don't care what you think of the music I like. If I need to like the same things you do, FUCK you. On that note, I resent MTV trying to brainwash generations of kids and influence music as a whole. That's, basically, what they do. I'd say what they're trying to do, but they succeeded. MTV decides what's going to be popular, it is, makes them and the performers (who generally have enough talent to look pretty and stand there) enough money to put a network out that has about ONE HOUR of MUSIC TELEVISION a day, and the rest is filled with trash like "Road Trip" and "The Real World" (whee, I live in a mansion in New Orleans with 7 other people. This is real!) I do like Daria, though. Anyway, here, I'll give you an example. Last year, in May, Eminem release 'The Marshall Mathers LP'. Everyone was crazy. I know for a fact that EVERYONE at Lincoln Senior High School, reguardless on their previous stance on hip-hip or anything like it, was singing "I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady..." walking down the halls, in class, at lunch, EVERYWHERE. So, three months later, when school started up again, I was listening to that album on my Discman in the Study Hall I had, when a more popular girl that me (from a different 'clique') asked me what I was listening to. Now, I know for a fact, because I had seen and heard her doing so, that she had sung 'The Real Slim Shady' along with everyone else in my school. But when I told her what I was listening to, it provoked a response thusly: "What? EMINEM? God, that guy SUCKS. I've NEVER liked him." On a whim, I asked who she liked. "Oh, (song that was on TRL at the time) is my favorite song." You ask a lot of people, they'll say that. Ask 'em about a song on TRL right now. They'll go "Oh, that's a cool song. I like it," or something similar. Note the unintentional meaning of the word 'cool' there. They'll mean: "It's not a good song. I like it." Good. What if it's not on TRL, and wasn't cool? They'd hate it. Of course. I caught a lot of flak for liking Eminem after he wasn't cool any longer. Nobody said it like that, of course. I guess people who like hip hop and Eminem, like me, are just all drug dealin', good-girl stalkin' and rapin', old-lady killin', Satan-worshipping nogoodniks, huh? Interestingly enough, someone has thought those exact stereotypes of me. They wouldn't admit it, though. I think it's funny. Anyway, back to the issue at hand. Let me show you something. Look at the Top 10 chart. 'Destiny's Child' has a song on there called 'Bootylicious'. Bootylicious. BOOTYLICIOUS, PEOPLE. COME ON. "Destiny's Child reffered to as feminist icon with straight face", indeed. And have you LISTENED to this song? And it's POPULAR? How about 'Lady Marmalade'? Just because everyone pronouces 'Marmalade' like the stuff you spread on toast before hearing the song, and nobody seems to realize that the whole 'Moulin' Rouge' thing and history of the song, thinking Christina Augilera, Pink, 'Lil Kim, and Mya are talented enough to come up with their own lyrics. Or, 'Pop' by N'Sync. When I heard this song, I wanted to claw something out. My car speakers, my ears, their vocal chords. Hey, I'm not kidding. Listen to the lyrics a few times (at your own risk). Their style has changed from earlier songs. Notice? Here, I'll make it more clear for you, in case you don't. WHEN N'SYNC TRIES TO ACT ALL 'BAD', SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG. MORE SERIOUSLY WRONG THAN IT WAS BEFORE. Here's an excerpt from the song. Dirty Pop Sick and tired of hearing all these people talk about What's the deal with this pop life, and when is it gonna fade out If you want to hear more, go take a Gravol and do so. They go on to claim they have the "gift of melody" and you must wonder why "the music makes you high". (witty remark about it not being high, but something witty instead. Insert your laugh and admiriation of my cleverness here.) Well, HELL if I let that happen to me. I like what I fuckin' like, not what MTV tells me to. There. That's done. For something completely different, now- Did you know that Ford Excursions are REALLY DAMN HUGE? They are. My Montero would fit in the ENGINE COMPARTMENT. I'm writing a NEW Jihad story now. It's premise is this- what would happen if a Q has been controlling the fight between the Jihad and the Hell Wyrm, all this time, just for the hell of it? And what happens if the Jihad has to send a team of stealth commandoes to kill that Q? Hee hee! Actually, I just wanted to see who was paying any attention (and maybe I was also trying to see how many people that smoke pot and have eight-letter nicknames I could piss off, but, then again, maybe I wasn't.) More rants to come tomorrow! Flee in abject horror! (Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2001
9:23 pm	Mee my moe moo Humm hmm hum... Turn it inside out so I can see The part of you that's drifting over me And when I wake you're never there But when I sleep you're everywhere You're everywhere Hey, at least it's not Pop. I got a crazy story- wanta hear? Too bad. I'm tellin' you anyway. I was driving up the street by Wal-Mart in my Montero. The street curves before you can actually *see* Wal-Mart, and when the curve ends there's about a hundred yards of street before you reach the intersection you gotta cross to get to Wal-Mart. On the left side of the road there's a Shell station. Anyway, I'm just turning around this corner, right? About a hundred yards from the intersection, and stop lights. The guy in front of me, in a pickup, turns left to go into the Shell station. The light turns green. There's a screaming sound. Some kid on a crotch rocket had reached forward and grabbed as much throttle as he possibly could. He did a wheely all the way across the intersection, up on his back wheel and accelerating like a son-of-a-bitch. The pickup was still turning into the Shell station. I swear to God, he missed smacking into the side of that pickup by an INCH, if that. When he screamed by me (without letting go of the throttle- you can't let the throttle out easy if you do something like that), his face was WHITE as a sheet, and I'm sure his pants'll need to be cleaned several times before he can wear them again. He'll do it again, of course, sometime. He got away with it, didn't he? But I'll bet your ass he thinks twice about it. If he ends up pickup-pizza next time, I'll be sure to vouch for his eligibility for a Darwin Award. Weefun! (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 24th, 2001
11:33 pm	My life sucks. Sorry, did I say something wrong? Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway. God, I'm so depressed. I have this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left leg. (Comment on this)
7:52 pm	More Car Fun I got around to tearing out the transmission of my friend's car today. She was tired of having to hold it into gear. And, let me say, it was one of the most GODDAMN frustrating things I've ever done. Want a scale? It was more frustrating than... trying to figure out why people act dumb, women, religion, President Bush, the movie "Starship Troopers", and the Jihad combined. Yes. It was that complicated. Put the car up on jackstands. Not too hard. So I go about my business. Unhook the starter, disconnect the spedometer cables, the shift column (which was a CAST IRON BITCH to remove... THREE damn boots on it! THREE! And I about had to cut carpet to get in there... geez), the drive shaft, the BELL HOUSING, and the cross members before I could take out the transmission. And it was harder than HELL getting some of those bolts out and offa there without an impact wrench or anything. So, anyways, I'm taking some of the bolts off, for the drive shaft, and I'm thinking "You know, I hope this doesn't puke all over me and everything." And, you know what? It did! Puked engine grease and oil ALL OVER me and the ground. It would have been funny if it had been happening to someone else, I think. Getting oil in the face and all over your shirt is not funny when it's happening to you, though. Anyway, as soon as it's DONE DRAINING EVERYTHING ALL OVER ME, I go get a drain pan, make sure it doesn't happen again. Drive shaft is off, though. Now all I need is the cross member, and I can take the tranny right off there! Yeah! Wohoo! Easy, right? You bet. Easy. Mmmhmm. Now, it's a fairly complicated task to do this in a transmission shop, with power tools and a crew of guys. Me? I didn't stand a chance. Would I ever admit that to myself? Hell, no! Would I even go rent a tranny jack? No. Of course not. Sigh. So, anyway, I get the cross member off, and the tranny starts to FALL OFF and TOWARDS ME. I hadn't realized it would do that. Stupid. It stopped, the cross member wasn't completely off and it was still caught, but I was scared for a second there. So, I manhandle it off (it was heavy as hell), and get it on the ground. Whew. I think some guy, when they're designing cars, said "Let's make all the bolts different sizes and in the hardest places to remove! Metric? Standard? Neither? Who cares? Slap 'em on there!" I think I would like that man to die slowly and painfully. Up on the table. Gruntgroanhoistarghdrop! It was damnned hard to take apart. I take it all apart. It was hard to do that... lots of rust on this car. When I finally decided that, instead of the linkages, the synchronizers were worn (for a little while, I thought that the shims were shot! Sheriously!), but they didn't look too bad... it was strange. Perhaps I should have let someone who knows more about tranmissions take it apart and find out what was wrong with it. I suddenly realized how smart of an idea that was when I looked around at the dissassembled transmission, and realized I hadn't paid a hell of a lot of attention taking it apart. I now need to figure out what's wrong, fix it, and put the WHOLE thing back together. Oh, well. At least I'm getting paid. Reimbursed for expenses incured fixing it, and lunch. Lunch with my friend. She's a nice girl. She wanted to help me... I asked her if she could get a few parts out of my toolbox. She didn't understand, even after explanation. And I'd say something about that, too, if a few girls who I know will be reading this wouldn't track me down and kick my ass (probably other areas, too). Oh, well. Life is life. Then I had to go to work, greasy and oily. More roofing. Will the madness ever cease? No. (Comment on this)
12:20 am	The 'A' Word Well, I've got to deal with it soon, or never, because in less than a week, it'll be illegal. The 'A' word. Abortion. I barely remember meeting the girl who is now one of my very good friends. It was a few months ago, in May. I don't remember it because I was on a serious dosage of drugs. There are a few days there, where my memory is only black. She came up to me a few weeks later. She told me she was pregnant. She told me about how I asked her to go upstairs with me to have sex. She was drunk, she said, and didn't notice how incredibly high I was. I don't remember a thing. Hell, I might not be the father. A paternity test might disprove that. We'll see. I took her to the doctor. I told you all that. She's eleven weeks along now. I've got one more week (less now) to decide if we want to get an abortion. It gets interesting. You have to have parent permission to get an abortion. I'm turning 18 in one month from today. Luckily, I'm not the one getting the abortion. She's already 18. Don't have to get parent's permission. But, in less than a week, she'll be in her second trimester. So, that ends that. I've almost had to make this decision once before. I ended up not having to; the baby was miscarraged. I am usually okay with abortion, as long as it happens early, but NEVER past the first trimester. I mean, it's like a PERSON then. It even LOOKS like when. But I don't have the money to do this. I've got a CONSTRUCTION job right now. I'm looking for work in light industry. That doesn't pay much. A third of my savings just went into two Savings Bonds that I actually promised to send before now. She's got a low paying part-time job, too, and is not quite as alienated from her parents as I am. I live in a run down house in a neighborhood I wouldn't force a kid to live in at gunpoint. So, what the fuck do I do? I'm open for suggestions, ladies and gentlemen. In other, bad, ranting Fulcrum news- I want drugs. I want speed, I want rock, I want blow, I want them ALL. I want them. I want them. I've been off of any drugs for longer than I've ever been the last couple years. About a month now. Little less. That's cold turkey, too. But I want them so bad. I tried to go out and buy some more, the other night. That didn't work. I've been looking everywhere around my house for ANYTHING. I haven't found any. I got rid of all my stash, I thought... but I keep checking. Maybe there's more left. I keep thinking I can do this cold turkey. But it's getting hard. Very hard. I've had these weird mood swings. I'm depressed all of a sudden, then angry, then sad, depressed again, fine, confused... it's... Last time I tried to quit, I was talking to someone on the Internet. They tried to keep my mind occupied. Tried to keep me from going and doin' some speed. She couldn't stop me... I guess she felt bad about that. Really bad. She hates me now, for that, and other, reasons. That's a big reason I'm doing this cold turkey. I don't want to hurt anyone else who gets involved, because someone invariably will get hurt. I hate that. I hate me, I hate all this. Grrr. So it goes, I guess. I deal with all these things because of poor decisions and bad luck on my behalf. That's the way life goes, huh? Life sucks. Oh, and this is to someone who'll be reading this. You know who you are. Just something I'd like to say to you- Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Now THAT felt better. I'm gonna go punch some more holes in drywall. Current Mood: depressed Current Music: Queen, "Bohemian Rhapsody" (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, July 23rd, 2001
7:09 pm	Baseketball is an awesome movie Your life is spinnin' outta control Seems the whole world is out to get you Everything is wrong, nothin' seems right There's a sinkin' feeling inside And your best friend has turned his back But you can't let it get you down, no, You've got to fight! Cause you try but you can't let go... It's when your down that you gotta get up, Don't let them walk all over your face! Stand up for yourself, And make eveything right again! Even if some guys trying to blackmail you, And your girlfriend thinks you suck It's up to you to let them know that it was all just part of some rich guy's evil plan Look out ahead, there's a truck changing lanes You've got some yellow crumbs on your upper lip And those warts on your dick aren't gonna go away 'less you start using topical cream every day *guitarriff* I love this movie. Current Mood: Musical Current Music: "Warts On My Dick" by DVDA (Comment on this)
12:20 am	Subjects are fun Remember that Jihad story I was talking about a few days back? I ran out of steam on it. It's a good story so far, a good idea. Got four pages down. But it stopped there. Dead. That seems to happen to me a lot. Sigh. Dunno why, wish I knew how to keep the flow goin'. I mean, authors can blabber on for hundreds of pages. How do they do it? It just blows my mind. I looked in my computer's story file. Whole hell of a lot of half begun/finished stories in there. Maybe someday I'll get 'em all done. Ya never know. I think I need a watch. That way, when I meet other people from the class I would have graduated with that have problems knowing when to shutup and WILL NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT HOW EXCITED THEY ARE TO BE ABLE TO GO TO UW MILWAUKEE WITH THEIR DAMN BOYFRIEND AND WOW, IT'LL BE SO MUCH FUN, AND THINGS LIKE THAT FOR A WHOLE HOUR, I can just look at my watch, and go "Wow! Look at the time! I have to go wash my hair!" A telemarketer called me today. I was annoyed. They asked me my profession. I told them I was a drug dealer. Quite to my surprise, it didn't phase them in the slightest, so I ended up breathing into the phone all of a sudden to make it sound like static and hanging up. I think people who ramble on about stories of marginally interesting things that happened to them during the course of the day should be taken out and shot. ;) On that note, GOODNIGHT. Current Mood: Me Current Music: Three Doors Down, "Be Like That" (Comment on this)
Sunday, July 22nd, 2001
11:46 am	Wooo, it's Sunday Hurray for Sunday, I guess'n'all'n'stuff. That means I get to read the funnies... err, well, if we got any newspapers, that it. I'm not too inclined to order any, since all the newspapers in the area suck (Top Story Today- There's Cheese In Wisconsin! Let's ask this three-year old for his view), and so it's pretty much a waste of money to get any. I usually go to Subway, order a sub, and read the newspaper. Quite relaxing, I must say. I hate books that suck. You read it, and go, GOD, this SUCKS. But then the sequel comes out, and yer all like, DAMN... what happens next? I NEED TO KNOW! And you go out and buy it, and, in the meantime, the author is laughing as he rolls around in the piles of cash he been makin' 'coz of it. I think of a lot of things. If I had the presence of mind to write them all down (which would make sense, so doubt it'll happen anytime soon), I think I could make a book out of them. I'd title it... hmm... I'm Right, And You're A Demented Bastard With Your Head Up Your Ass. Hee hee. On second thought, I think I'd just like to write titles of books. I should really write down what I think about one of these days, though, in the LJ here or on paper. On that note... yes. Here, I'll write something down of what I think. I think it's really funny when people complain about something being done to them, and get all depressed about it, then go and do the same thing themselves to someone else, in which case it's ENTIRELY different (and they don't even interpret or notice themselves doing it). Quite sad, really. Let's wait and see if it happens again. Five bucks says it does, even if I don't know about it. And if you actually read my journal up to this point, I should probably apologize for making you have to listen to me. But I won't. You're an idiot for doing it in the first place! Hahahahaha! No, I'm NOT high again. Ciao! (Comment on this)