| Stolen from someone |
[Jan. 12th, 2006|09:32 pm] |
1. List ten things you want to say to people but know you never will.
2. Don't say who they are.
3. Disable comments.
4. Never discuss it again.
( lj-cut )
Thats all I can think of, and a couple of those were to the same person. I guess I'm a little fucked up. |
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| First of 06 |
[Jan. 6th, 2006|09:35 pm] |
Its been while since I last posted. Christmas happened, which is how I'm posting this on a brand new laptop. New Years happened, which is how I know that I don't find even really good champagne too impressive.
Its kinda weird what I miss from last year. I miss going over to Steve's house for no reason. Just watch some movies, listen to music, smoke some weed. Crashing there because I was too lazy to walk home. Staying up for two or three days at a time. Sleeping until noon. Flirting with the hot blond girl Nicole. I really liked her. I heard shes engaged. Oh, speaking(typing?) of engagement, Steve's getting married in April. Hes only a year older than me. Damn.
I suppose I should make some resolutions for the new year. I suppose I'll try to lose some fats. I'll defiantly write more. NOT poetry! Nope, from now on its prose for me! I know you're all relieved. |
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| Bah to you!! |
[Dec. 14th, 2005|10:37 pm] |
Okay, things have happened since last I posted. Nothing major, just lots of getting high and getting very lost on the way home. I shall not go into detail, me and my laziness.
I will say one thing though. I will not see another Harry Potter movie untill whoever plays Harry and Hermione (spelling?) are 18. I find them both way too attractive, and then feel way too guilty about it. Harry in the bath, way too hot.
And because an overwhelming percentage of my readers ( ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lament_du_lamia ) have demanded it, and because she apparently is well on her way to world domination and raining death-filled doom upon the pig-heads of her filthy dirt enemies (too much Zim, wait, is there such a thing as too much Zim?), here are 5 quirky things about everyone's least favorite chubby neo prophet, me.
1. When I buy more than one book at a time, I have to keep them in the order that the cashier hands then back to me. I don't know why, I just do.
2. I kiss my pets. Yeah, I know a few people do it, but its still a little wierd. They're just too cute. Its either kiss them, or punch them in the nose, no other choice. You know how some things are just so cute you kinda want to really hurt them, just a little? ...Okay, maybe theres something darker to this. Moving on.
3. I really like the smell of very old, and brand new books. There just something about it. Whoa, two book ones. I need a life.
4. I love bad horror and sci-fi movies. I mean really bad stuff. Guyver, all the old Godzilla movies, Killer Clowns from Outer Space, stuff like that. If any really bad movies come on Encore or something, I have to record them. Have to.
5. I'm a supporter of cannibalism. Not the killing of people just to eat them, but just eating people. I just don't see anything wrong with eating someone whose already dead. I bet people taste good. I know babies would, the cuter something is, the better it tastes. ...Whoa-kay, another dark place. This seems like it was a little bit of a bad idea.
Since I'm not even sure that I have 5 friends, real or LJ, any poor soul who has stumbled across this has been tagged to write 5 quirky/wierd things about themself, and then tag 5 others. Apparently this is how lament_du_lamia plans to gorge her army untill such time that it is unleashed upon the obese and unwary world. |
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| I should just stop |
[Dec. 9th, 2005|10:59 pm] |
Skin taut and smooth, soft like a babe's
Passions flare, inhibitions fade
Her sweat ambrosia, the wine of life
Pains all lost, amnesia of strife
Mutual self-indulgence
A dual loss of endurance
Gush of pleasure, tantric fluids
Leaving the bed, dressing slow
Ties her boot strings, ready to go
An hour of love that has passed
Doomed to die, too keen to last
Wow. I need to either get much better at this, or just stop. |
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| Damn Brits |
[Dec. 2nd, 2005|10:14 pm] |
Okay, I'm finally willing to admit that I love British accents. Not only the accents, but the lingo as well. I mean, who doesn't like to smoke fags? And the way they say it, its just too hot.
I am easily amused. Buttcrust |
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| Nothing For Less a.k.a. Desperate for the Minimal a.k.a. Poorly Named |
[Dec. 1st, 2005|10:43 pm] |
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I'm just sitting here, wanting to post something but having nothing to say. Not even my usual crap. I have absolutely nothing.
Broke your heart just to see whats on the inside
Shed a tear just to see if I could cry
Drew you in with my courtship dimple
Broke your heart while I laughed like a criminal
...Um, I guess thats a poem thing. Maybe I'll work on it later.
"Come over here and let Uncle Peter iron your shirt"
~Peter Framton to Alice Cooper |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 29th, 2005|11:30 pm] |
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I had a year to really enjoy "I'm Eighteen" by Alice Cooper and it was wasted. Now I'm 19 and I can't really connect with it the same way. I really regret not making the best of my 18th year. |
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| You have to go through Hell before you get to Heaven |
[Nov. 24th, 2005|10:50 pm] |
I'm only posting because its been a while since the last time I did. I wish I had something new and interesting to say, but I don't. My life's been the same as it has been for the past 6 months. A half of a year completely fucking wasted. Why is it so fucking difficult for me to get what I want? I just want some good people to hang out with. Good music, good weed, some peyote maybe. A girl/guy who I could fall in love with. Thats really all. I just want a life where all I need to do is spend my time in good company, having fun. Studying English and abnormal psych. I guess thats too much. Oh well.
I'm not ready for Christmas. Emotionally not ready. Financially not ready. God, every time I get paid my distaste for currency grows. Every fucking dollar I see has me gagging on bile. I hope my face is never put on a dollar. I love to give things to people but I have things I need to get for myself. Tuition for one. At least I have the new System of a Down. Love those guys.
Of all the non-spicy condiments, honey mustard is the very best. |
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| About a week |
[Nov. 12th, 2005|06:07 pm] |
I've been meaning to post since Tuesday.
( Brutality at The New Daisy )
The next day I became a licensed driver. Which means now if I get pulled over I'm not in as much trouble. Also, I finished the weed, which means I need a local connection. A six hour drive for pot is just a little too much. I should be going to see Saw II tomorrow, I heard its even better than the first. |
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| More unpleasentness |
[Nov. 6th, 2005|07:50 pm] |
I've been reading a romantic-y web comic for about two hours now. The worst form of self-torture.
I'm caught in some horrible doom-cycle. I hate myself (in part) due to the way I look so I separate myself from others (in part) because of shame. Also, I dislike most people I find attractive because of jealousy/disliking that power they have over me. Then I dislike myself even more because of my pettiness and seek to further separate myself. The bitch of it is, I'm sure I would be less sucky if I had a decent romantic relationship, but with all the self-loathing and ugliness, getting into a relationship would be near impossible, not to mention actually keeping my partner satisfied... I hate it when people complain that they're confused because they have multiple prospects and they don't know who to choose. Assholes. Try walking into a building and knowing that you have no chance with anyone you would like to be with. Thats screwdriver in the eye. I don't know. I need to work out or something, lose the fats. I just wish that I liked myself enough to get and stay motivated.
Wow, I only post when I feel really sucky or just filled out some stupid meme... |
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| Hollow-ween |
[Oct. 29th, 2005|10:56 pm] |
It sucks I won't be able to do anything this year for Halloween, its my favorite holiday besides Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day (Jan 26) and What If Cats and Dogs Had Opposable Thumbs Day (March 3).
Moving Day
Does anyone else really miss the Sheep in the Big City cartoon? That was possibly the best cartoon ever. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|08:07 pm] |
Since nothing of importance ever really happens in my life I decided that I'm just gonna do a list of all the DVDs I bought in the last two or three weeks. Here they are in no particular order.
House of 1000 Corpses
Lethal Weapon 3
Stealing Harvard
Monkey Bone
Sin City
Dogma Special Edition
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (with book)
Wild Things
Airheads
I think thats it. I know, only two of those are really new releases, but they're all good movies.
Also, I'm not going to Voodoo Fest. MSI and HIM are playing while I'll be at work, and I'm just pissed at the Voodoo guys anyway. It took them untill a couple days ago to get the shedule up. A fucking week before the show. Assholes. If I went, I'd just be pissed the whole time. |
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| Sock |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|08:34 pm] |
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I had an odd dream last night. It started with me and my sister running from the house in Buffalo, Missouri (very small town by the by), obviously scared/excited. We made it halfway through the front yard before two police cars showed up. Then we ran through the back yard where about five more cop cars pulled into the yard (more cops than Buffalo has). About this time my sister just disappeared, in that weird dream way where you forget they were ever there until you wake up, and I get arrested. Apparently I was caught forging checks and credit cards, or something like that. The rest was me trying to figure out ways to make my stay in jail less sucky, someone to smuggle me cigarettes and Wheel of Time books (those were the first two things I thought of). Also, I figured since it was just the local jail there would be less raping and stabbing. About .3 seconds after I woke up I had the thought that forging checks was a federal offense (I'm pretty sure it is) and that meant some serious time in an actual penitentiary, with plenty of ass raping and stabbing for everyone. Shorter than a second after that I realized that in the beginning of the dream my sister must have been in on it with me which is odd since we don't get along and she seems a little too dull to do something like that. Right after that I thought that it was weird that there were so many cops in my dream Buffalo, and that they showed up so fast and were able to catch me. The police in Buffalo are far below adequate. Then I realized it was a dream and I wasn't going to be imprisoned anytime soon. |
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| shit skittles |
[Oct. 21st, 2005|07:19 am] |
Ughhh. I think I'm done with staying at home bored all the time. I'm gonna have to go make some friends. I hate that whole process. Its like sifting through ten tons of shit to find a few skittles. And its gonna be even more fun here, where 90% of people are some kind of gangsta wannabe. I just don't get along with people.
And I'll tell you what, it was easier to meet cool people when my hair was long. I guess cool people are attracted to long hair.
Ride on. |
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| I get paid to handle other people's packages... |
[Oct. 14th, 2005|07:08 am] |
I haven't updated in a while but thats because I didn't have anything I really felt like posting, and I didn't really have time. Monday and Tuesday I had to get up early to get to Nike, and then stay up till about 1:00 because of FedEx orientation. And then got up early to start at FedEx on Wednesday. At least I never have to go back to Nike ever. Wow does the FedEx job suck. I know its only four hours a day, and $10.56/hr, and after 90 days I'll be getting full-time benefits, and I can start getting tuition reimbursement as soon as I start in January... Umm... Actually, I guess it doesn't suck. Its pretty physical, but I guess I'll either get used to it, or die. I get Mondays and Wednesdays off.
Oh and guess what? After checking the Voodoo Music Fest website for about 7 weeks, they're now saying that the first night will be in New Orleans. And they still haven't put the schedule up. Assholes. |
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| I Like My Coffee Black Just Like My Metal |
[Oct. 8th, 2005|01:23 pm] |
I hope everyone has seen the Mindless Self Indulgence video "Shut Me Up". I saw it a couple of times and thought it was really good but wondered why Happy Noodle Boy made an appearance in the first few seconds. Then I found out it was directed by Jhonen Vasquez. Whodda thunk it?
Find the video here.
I am going to Voodoo Fest this year, which is in Memphis since there is not really much of New Orleans left. MSI will be there. I hope they play Sunday night, because I know I'll have Mondays off at FedEx, if they play on Saturday I may not be able to see them. Also looking forward to HIM, Billy Idol, NIN, and My Chemical Romance. I was a bit surprised when I found out that I like MCR, I don't really like too many of the newer-y bands. I hope I don't like them just because Gerard is so fuckable it makes my groin ache with un-quenchable desire. I'd hate to find out that I'm as shallow as that.
I hope I get Sundays off at FedEx, I haven't gotten my schedule yet. |
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