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Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
11:52 pm
if you read this and know where i live. come over and get all sorts of intoxicated on the 25th.
Thursday, August 10th, 2006
2:39 pm
I will be a College Student.

I am still a messy person...except for at work.

I is a noun.

I am a noun.

Erica is sleeping.

Jake is snoring and upside down. cute.

I am going to bed soon.

The internet now works again. sick.

I can game again.

Cuba in 13 days.

Super sick.
Sunday, July 16th, 2006
12:44 am
(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

I miss somebody right now. I don't watch much TV these days. I own lots of books.  (a lot.)
× I wear glasses or contact lenses. I love to play video games. I've tried marijuana.
I've watched porn movies. × I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship. I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
I curse sometimes. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year. × I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.  (i used to)
it goes on...Collapse )
Tuesday, April 11th, 2006
4:12 pm
Hells yes.
Your results:
You are Green Lantern
Green Lantern
Iron Man
The Flash
Wonder Woman
Hot-headed. You have strong
will power and a good imagination.

Click here to take the Superhero Personality Quiz

Thursday, March 16th, 2006
3:28 pm
what happened to my livejournal?
Thursday, January 19th, 2006
11:15 pm
I do not like the army.
therefor, I quit.

ha, if only it were that easy.

Erica has bangs, they are cute.
Tuesday, November 22nd, 2005
1:24 am
Hey journal, it's been a while. A long while. When last I actually wrote something substantial, I don't even remember the day. A lot has happened since that when, I've mostly said fuck-off to this bag of shit. If I forgot the moment, it wasn't really meant to be remembered; this how I eventually figured it.

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

This entry is for me to remember this day later on, because it warrants remembering. 6 months ago I was still figuring out most of my shit. These day's as many others fall into the future trap, I have something of a better idea than I've ever had, and that makes me feel a slight bit better about the generalities of life. I have a plan, whether the plan's going to work out is anyone's guess, though I'm sure as hell going to try.

He was a rock, to the end, a solid reminder
Couldn't deny a friend

We lived in the noise and the sweet amber poison
Peekin' up the skirt of the end

Rob's someone I've known for a while and yet can never really get the full gist of the origin of our meeting. He's leaving soon and I'm jealous of his shit, but I know that I'm not ready for the kind of adventure he's off to pursue. Not yet anyways. Would it not be funny as hell, if the fantastical Maegellin got lost? Ironic.
Cheers Bud.

And we'd drink, two gnarly dudes and some records
Much like plates of black food
We filled up our faces, saw some far places
Stood on the roof in the nude

I made it into the reserves. Now I've another income coming in, and a whole new world of experiences and that fun whoop-hah. This is something I've spoken of doing for a while, and now that it's actually going to happen, it both scares the shit out of me and excites every living fiber in my body. To accurately describe it in english would involve making up new words. Fuck that.

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Current aspirations? I am going to go to college next year and take chef training. That's the goal. That's where I see myself ending up doing with my fathers hard earned and hard saved money. I figure, do something I know I can do and not waste the money. If I want to learn something at a university I can pay for that myself later. Erica's friend told her something that struck me as incredibly insightful and wise. To paraphrase, "They can take your money, but they can't take your experiences and knowledge." I don't remember exactly how it goes, but that would be the main jist of it, and I agree. Money is some shit an aristocrat made up in place of barter so he could feel like he had something worthwhile. They can't take away anything I've experienced, anything I've learned. They can only take my money. Whatever. Fuck them.

Between poles, he said "We're like cows in the grass"
Brushing off flies
Chaise lounging around, standing up, falling down
Till we no longer opened our eyes
And we'd drink, ever notice how drinking's like war?
Cup o' troops o'er the gums
To the end of our health, a campaign 'gainst myself
Armed with bourbons and scotches and rums

It's these times now I learn about so many people from past lives who've supposedly gone on to bigger/better things who're about as lost as I was 6 months ago, except they're at least $5,000 in the hole to OSAP, or other. Suckers. To think I at one point felt bad because I didn't fulfill the suburban dream of going off to university to piss away my parents money on shit I don't care about, drugs and booze.

I now piss my own money away. Quite the step up.

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Remember all of those kids who looked down on you when you started doing drugs and drinking? Now they're the ones who drink and do the drugs which were so evil before? I do. Yeah. Fuck you.

Think of bombs, we're poised on the edge of disaster
Whether it's right or it's wrong
We opened the window, played some Nintendo
Sang a few bars of some pretty old song:

Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Oh to dream, those impotent bones of extinction
Flying graceful and free
None but the best 'cause the man cannot rest
Till he's finally beaten his me

I could not have enacted as much change as I have without a certain someone to kick my ass along the way. You know who you are. Thank you.

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

I think it's wrong that I feel older than many people I know. Wrong because it's an incredibly naive stance to take when I haven't spent any more than 2 5/6's decades alive. Routinely I'm finding new habits that I'm forming that's squaring me off at the edges, and I'm liking it. This road to adultdom is setting me into an old man while I've yet to break my teeth into the flesh of youth, or even left my hometown for that matter.

We'll all have our days in the end. And in the end, my day will be had looking in all directions asking for more salt.
Such as it is until the next urge to document.

Till the end, he passed out on the sundeck that morning
Quietly saying goodbye
But I was so hammered I sputtered and stammered
Told him he couldn't just die
He was a rock, went straight for his own Armageddon
Face froze in a grin
Ambulance flyin' in, I never drank again
Can't really call that a loss or a win

And the band played on
As the helicopters whirred
Drunk on the lawn in a nuclear dawn
My senses finally blurred

Where, was a question I once asked,
When time didn't fit a place.
Who knew it easy to pretend?
Why little boys,
That little boy,
Did in, that deed?
What reason fell through webs,
Those traps of steel mindbent oh,
Opening doors and shutting in,
He did the unspeakable task.
Unchained his imagination in the grass,
He did it,
He did it; and let this beast sit idle so.

Current Mood: indescribable
Sunday, August 28th, 2005
6:37 pm
i wonder what future intelligent earth species will be like.
Saturday, July 23rd, 2005
5:27 pm
for thursday: : Beam Me up God.

i had something here, something good to write, but it went away. so i'll wait.
Wednesday, July 6th, 2005
2:19 pm

How do you kill a 1000 flies? Answer here!Collapse )

Monday, April 25th, 2005
9:40 am
Hey here's some thing to ponder; as the old man snores,
they'll only hope you'll never change you'll never change she'll never change; don't regret,
your life, was born on broken shores.
Happy as you are,
a hope that surely can't go far,
until the setting of an eastern son; my god,
you sad o'joyous lot'll never leave regreting,
splintered lives, on the sands, born, of broken shores.
And you'll die twice on over on the way to next regret.
Monday, March 21st, 2005
1:14 pm
A mobile lab is a bunch of free laptops.
i haven't used much of this "post" function of livejournal in long enough that few have thought me for dead, or overseas travelling. that itself would be sad if it weren't that it's even sadder i could be so teathered to chipboard technology that the non-use of it would consider me unliving.
funny, but sadder still that i can admit to it. the internet and computers have become an embedded condiut in my daily grind that unless slowly weaned off, i can feel myself display withdrawl symptoms. in terms of personal health, that is fucking sad because as much as i enjoy using (enjoy being the operative word) the internet and PC, i deplore those who revolve their entire existance within a cyber realm. oblivious to a world they can actually touch, but instead involve their entire selves into this network of mostly horseshit information almost to the point of inserting a wire into their bloodstream. the matrix is already here, and it's not that people can live in the real world but are forced to live in a simulation, but that that simulation has become the real world, and the outside is the caves dancing shadow. use of the net with the most restraint seems to be those who were already grown up when the web became public.this group of early thirty's late twenty's adults can still see the internet as a facet of new technology. that it can still be a foreign tool to be used and untouched after. a cheap and uncaring whore more or less.

what of then, of those too young to remember when the tech was new; and the W.W.W was a fact of life?
this appears to be (correct me if im wrong) the demographic that most readily abuses the internet. the computer. the online game. that severe withdrawl from their crack-128kbs-pipe can lead to isolation from what society can call "daily life".

i remember when i had my first huff of Ether'net speed. it was stupifying and phenomenal.the absolute power i felt at my mere digital thoughts and actions being able to move faster than ever before. i nearly shit myself when i first played starcraft online. i'm playing against a guy in korea, a girl in england and some angry fuck in holland? and we're playing in real time? That, was progress.

but it wasn't to last. with so much becoming faster, my tolerance for slowness in computers wanes. attempting to adopt a "slow movement" belief works best for those who weren't born when the internet was part of the mandatory requirements for having a computer.

back to where i was going with the begining of this post, fuck my dependancy. fuck my needs and fuck email, livejournal, instant messaging holding me in its mighty deathgrip.

i am writing this post in class, on a laptop supplied by the school. holy crap.

Post Script:
I am attempting to write a sociological paper on how "Punks don't exist in the suburbs". any views, comments, query's and the like are grealy appreciated and welcome.

Current Mood: tired
Tuesday, December 7th, 2004
1:10 am
Sunday, November 28th, 2004
8:02 pm
i doubt i will ever find my Hello Rockview album ever again. it's a shame.
This, is your life.

If it's dismissed as a notion without introspection, i dare you to answer why.
Thursday, November 25th, 2004
1:12 pm

a game of small size, but infinite fun.
Thursday, November 18th, 2004
11:42 pm
puff the magic dragon lived by the sea. what a rich sonovabitch to have waterfront property.
today in no particular order,

-i ate microwave poutine, which i don't recomend to people with similar tastes as me.

-i made an entire philosophy class dumbfounded, not with brilliance, but with speaking incredibly fast my point was obfuscated.

-i got very pissed off at work.

-i got a kiss.

-i was called the "Format King"

-a girl in my class told me to be a writer, i would be good doing that.

-i laughed at high school girls for being petty.

-i also made a song about it (it went along the lines of "if we can only see the light you'll know that you're being shallow as an assdip, it doesnt really matter anyways so why oh why do you want to 'kick her slut ass' for 'touching your 'man'".

-realized im not economically viable.

-wrote a poem on brick wall.

-said "motherfucker", "stupid", "raggidy ass cunt" and "sonovabitch" in the same sentance roughly 2 dozen times.

that is all.
this is my life.

what's yours, oh faithful those who still read me?
Thursday, November 11th, 2004
4:25 am
You know me somehow. each one of you. watching from your "friends" boxes. yes, i see you. you bastard.

Monday, October 11th, 2004
11:57 pm
read on spry.........
sometimes, life grips my horns and shouts wordly inspirational tidbits (nuggets if you will) of wisdom and wonder. other times, not so.

funny that.

(i wonder who still reads this junk)

i should be asleep, but im not. possibly get a stern scolding for tomorrow, but for now i'll ponder and contemplate the funny fucked up thing called life, and my new idea for a comic book. it came to me while i read my homework book. a book about writing mind you, so its not entirely the most enthralling piece of literature out there.
check this:
living in this north american culture, we all have some form of an idea about "god" or "a god". according to many faiths and in particular the bible, "god" is a androgenous being. given that "god" is neither male nor female, and is an untangible concept and entity and based on thousands of years of scriptures situated on fear mongering, we can also safely assume that this god is all-powerful and can kick your/my insignificant ass to an infinite power. hands (tentacles,claws,paws etc) down.
so since "god" is anything, nothing, everything and all-powerful, we can also safely assume that they/it/he/she/oobawa can do whatever the hell they/it/he/she/shibibati wants to. right?

so what do you think they'd do?

my idea: remember that song from the 90's with the lyrics "what if god was one of us?". that was a really damn good question. what IF god was one of us. what would god be doing?
i propose a comic, based on single page stories with minimal use of words, to show an entity helping people out in the most everyday tasks and etc. "god" can take the form of a beggar/old man/something/one not generally regarded much to society (ala Odin, Zeus etc) and performs little miracles; helps out here and there. there needn't be any moral or ethical lesson from each story, just a story. like any day. thing is, "god" can ONLY appear to be downtrodden and pathetic, lest anyone ever actually figure out who he/she is. and everyone who sees "god" on the street, they'll see their own opinion of the lowest loser on the face of the planet. the catch with this is, if you actually see this bum, he's trying to help you in some way, because shit is seriously going to hit the fan in your life and he's trying to lend a hand.

i've yet to make a backstory on why "god" does any of this, so bear with me this is only a rough sketch of an idea.
Monday, September 20th, 2004
11:33 pm
it's hilarious to consider that these little tiny microbes are forcing me to throw up the food i eat because they don't agree with my body chemistry.

these...tiny little...things...
Friday, August 20th, 2004
12:56 am
Sweep your floors before you forget. Or else you'll be a Hypocrit like I. fancy that.
if i need or require an internet journal to keep track of the events in my life, i am taking the responsibility of remembering them away from my own self.
i can't allow that. what i remember is what i guess im meant to remember. everything else, is bunk. so it goes.

sometimes turning back the clock has its appeals and benfits. change a thing here or there, right a wrong, alter life as its seen.

i don't update much anymore and i believe there is a good reason for that. it's simple really. livejournal in its barebones concept, is insipid and wretched as hell. anyone who has taken the time to traverse the communities and groups must have noticed at one time or another that everyone (as much as they don't like to admit it) is exactly the same as everyone else in some form.
we've turned a simple blogging tool that normally and habitually logs out the meaningless and empty shit (by shit i mean events) of our lives into a golden rams head of false identity and "being true to ones self in their own purest form of expressions". does it matter that today you went to [chainstore] to buy the latest [insert latest fad]? only to you, but why the hell would one use time to log it down on some intangible medium so you (or any one of your fantastic slew of quantified "friends") can look back and say "oh yeah, i did that on tuesday last month.". it it truely mattered, you would remember it without the use of technology.

"friends lists" are something of an interesting sort on livejournal because asided from breaching the boundries of continents and all that novel jazz, these are people you either,
1. wouldn't talk to normally anyways.
2. are people you see everday.
3. are people who you have no idea who the living shit are, nor have any consequential, emotional, eventual and eventful stake in the outcome of your day to day, or longterm life.


if anyone could see past themselves for 5 seconds, they'll realize that they dont matter. nor does it matter that some person is flaming their posts, comments, communities, groups. whatever. words may sting, but only to those that let foolishness breach their understanding importance or infallible ignorance first.
(summation, shut up emo boy/girl. only you care because you whine. and your friends who care whine just as much as you. it's a viscious circle. cry it out and go look at the bottom of a well)

my revelations are nothing new. many've had it before and a hell of a lot more will have it in years to come.

"I'M SIGNIFICANT! / ...screamed the dust speck."

it takes Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes to extend the simplest epiphany to the cosmos.
we're eerily small, but wont accept that.


i'm only bitter because in actuality im very content in my day to day life. my girlfriend moved in with me on sunday. i write this so i can maybe oneday show my kids.

Current Mood: content
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