| A Scanner Brownly. |
[Jul. 4th, 2007|12:31 am] |
Mario Acevedo, becoming progressively more and more depressed by what was happening around him, decided, finally, to off himself. There was no problem in the circles where he hung out and putting an end to yourself. You just bought a large quantity of downers and took them with some cheap wine. The planning part had to do with the artifacts he wanted found on him by later archeologists. He had spent several days deciding, much longer than he had spent deciding to kill himself. He would be found lying on his back, on his bed, with a copy of John Milton's Paradise Lost and an unfinished letter to Comcast, protesting the cancellation of his high-speed internet service. That way, he would indite the system, and achieve something by his death, over and above what the death itself achieved. At the last moment, he changed his mind on a decisive issue and decided to drink the pills with a connoisseur wine, instead of Rippler Thunderbird. So he set off on one last drive, over to Varadero Liquors, which specialized in fine wines, and bought a bottle of 2001 Azalea Springs Merlot, which set him back almost seventy dollars. Back home again, he uncorked the wine, let it breathe, drank a few glasses of it, tried to think of something meaningful but could not, and then, with a glass of Merlot, gulped down all the pills at once. However, he had been burned. Instead of quietly suffocating, Mario Acevedo began to hallucinate. The next thing he knew, a creature from between dimensions was standing beside his bed, looking down at him disapprovingly.
-You gonna read me my sins?
*creature nods*
-Eh, it's gonna take a hundred thousand hours.
{Your sins will be read to you ceaselessly, in shifts, throughout eternity. The list will never end. THE SINS OF MARIO.....}
Mario Acevedo wished he could take back the last half hour of his life.
{"... theft of fingernail clippers...” "... you did knowingly and with malice...” "... punched your baby sister, Jennifer...” "... December, theft of Christmas presents...” "... one billion lies....:'}
One thousand years later, they had reached the sixth grade, the year he had discovered masturbation.
{"... November fourteenth, Tequila... Rubbing Alcohol... Defacing property...”}
Mario Acevedo thought, "At least I got a good wine." |
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| In the future, there WILL be robots. |
[Jan. 2nd, 2007|12:21 am] |
Whilst standing at the edge of a giant cliff of retrospect i can see now that 2006 was not one of my better years. In fact, one could say that 2006 was almost like being run over by a truck made of horror hauling two tons of stupid. But all nightmarish vehicle imagery aside, i believe that this coming year will be one of promise. After all, once you've hit the bottom of the barrel the only way left to go is up. Unless you have a shovel, and i really doubt that i have one of those. In 2007 i will graduate, in 2007 i will start college, in 2007 i might even start up my metal band: Camel Holocaust. 2007 will the year which will deal with the most important issues in the world today: Love, pain, republicans, skin tight pants, etc. Things will change this year and many things might even resolve themselves in a spectacular manner. It will be as if Mr. T and Sean Connery were involved in a ferocious interpretive dance competition, with switch blades. And maybe, just maybe, i may have reached the end of this minefield i've been walking through. Time to wait and see. |
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| SPARTAN - 476 |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|11:55 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Mead Hall | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Klendathu Drop | ] |
Today was a day of promised purpose and sinking ships. Now behold today's events, as told from the completely unnecessary perspective of a medieval warrior.
The Thespian Black Mass (also known as one-act competitions) was the site of much idolatry and skewed sanity. After a long journey past the fields of the iron eagles and deep into the land known as "Hialeah" we came upon a monolithic structure surrounded by strange one-way roads. This "Hialeah Senior High" as they called it, would soon be shaken with the sounds of thespian warfare. As i guided my gasoline-powered steed to it's place of rest i saw that warriors from many lands were gathering and that the ensuing battle would be one of legend. Thankfully i was not alone as many of my kin had journeyed as well and were willing to take up arms against the enemy. We rallied under the warlord Barrow and held fast as we saw the might of the enemy on display. The enemy's forces were truly magnificent and many in my legion saw their faith broken under the tide of the enemy assault. They came against us with everything they had, flailing drama swords struck and dark thespian magicks erupted from the ground in terrifying conflagrations that threatened to burn the war paint off our very faces. But we held fast, allowing our faith in our play to be our shields and our monologues to be our weapons. In the end, all sides withdrew suffering moderate to heavy losses. Although we barely survived the battle, the true outcome remains unclear.......
I believe that everyone involved in our play did their best and although we might have been the musicians on the sinking Titanic, we held true and played 'till the end. No regrets, over and out. |
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| Adhesive Ass Gasket Freestyle |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|07:47 pm] |
(DJ Mario AKA: DJ Cockslap)
This year began like the last one ended.
Very much like a garden left unattended.
Now i know it's not unreasonable for this year to not be feasible.
But damn man this shit is hittin' the fan
Every damn night that i go to sleep.
I have as many nightmares as the ocean is deep.
I think about my momma stressin' herself to death.
And my old man's liver with it's five years left.
All day, every day, for the rest of my days.
Wonderin' what misshap's gonna happen to me today
I'm walkin' around the halls without a purpose.
Feelin' like i'm gonna end up workin' in a damn janitor service
All throughout the day what do i see?
Beauties i'll never get starin' back at me.
Afterschool i feel a sting in the pants,
I look down to see i stepped in a nest of red ants.
Little things like this mix with all the worse.
I feel like goin' homicidal and fillin' up a hearse
I try and i try to hold all the rage back
And try my best not to break somebody else's back.
Some people say that i should follow the the gospel
Your fuckin god couldn't help me should i be stuck in a hospital
He wouldn't save me from hell or certain damnation
It looks like i'll have to pray to my hands for any salvation
Sometimes i feel that i deserve a break
From this long journey that i've had to undertake.
I wake up all mornings feelin like i'm fate's mistake
Lookin' through the lookin' glass that's all opaque
The clouds move sadly, the sun burns low
Shinin' through my open third period window
My cell phone begins to shake quietly
Bringing bad news all because of me.
I'm spending time that ain't mine to spend.
C'mon bitch send all the pain that you can send.
I'm gonna treat it all like it's all pretend.
'Cause i fear no man and i sure as hell don't fear death.
PS: Maybe i'll record this shit one day seeing as i have the beat on my computer. |
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| Wake up, #37. |
[Jun. 5th, 2006|10:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Omniscient | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Angeli - Sasha Lazard | ] |
There was no fanfare. There were no fireworks. There was no epic battle. This year ended with a whimper instead of a bang. A whimper under the shrouds of dark, rainy weather. Like some demonic teddy bear army battling a few outnumbered anthropomorphic squirrels under hails of animated gunfire and artillery shells, most of my greatest friends have passed on to the rest of their lives while i got left behind. Some of which i'll probably never see again for years and years. But also, i lost someone very dear to me. I haven't seen her for little more than a week but already i feel like i got kicked in the balls by a Shaquille O'neal sized diamond-toe, serrated-edge, titanium-plated workboot. I miss her voice, I miss her laugh, I miss her touch, but she's like some really good dream that's getting constantly farther and farther away. But i'll try my hardest to find her again. Anyways, with all this it looks like next year is bound to be one of the loneliest years of my life. I already get that feeling when i walk the deserted hallways in summer school, which of course HAD to start TODAY of all
days. Regardless, i plan to find something this summer to enjoy and if any of you have any ideas not involving the animal violence and furniture abuse which i am contemplating please feel free to tell me about it. This is the Captain, signing off one more time.....
I think we can assume that these entities are more advanced than us. Why don't they just come right out and tell us what's on their minds?
"You're more advanced than a cockroach, have you ever tried explaining yourself to one of them? Now look up there, If there was a car crash ten blocks from here, that window washer up there on that skyscraper would probably see it. Now, that doesn't mean he's God, or even smarter than we are, but from where he's sitting, he can see a just little farther down the road......"
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| Twenty-four hour train wreck |
[Mar. 19th, 2006|08:41 pm] |
These past few weeks are starting to have their toll on me. I think that i may finally be going insane. First off i gave up something that i really wanted. Actually i didn't realize how much i needed it until i voluntarily gave it up. Like a dirty cocaine addict giving up his stash or a french politician giving up homosexuality i was racked by withdrawals. Thankfully through sheer willpower i got through it in one piece and i can feel the need for it starting to go away little by little. May ignorance soften the blow and time wash the stain away, Amen. Anyways, moving along. The main reason of why i am losing my mind is quite a serious one. I will be as vague as i can be (for your sake) and say that i am in danger. I will probably not live to see another new years eve, contrary to the protest of many people. I have become consumed by paranoia. I see them, i see them in every car that passes by, in the faces of strangers, in store-windows. I see my would-be assailants haunting my every step. But whatever, i have resigned to my fate. And so i leave you with a piece of poetry written by a close friend of mine, more for the purposes of cheering myself up than anything.
I wandred moanly by Gav Shrapnel
I wandered moanly as a clown
With Sally Field and Gareth Hale
On and on till I came upon
A lovely girl called Jill
I wandered bonely with a frown
With Bush and fish of scale
I sat and sat until I fell
From the pristine fishwife's window sill
I wondered gladly with no shoes
O'er coal and Crawford, Joan
No more fish shall pass my lips
Lest the drunken eyeballs spill
I wandered madly with a bruise
But pink with head of hair
I said boo!, the goose she flew
And shat upon my flue.
Wibble. |
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| Time for that Babylon feelin' |
[Mar. 1st, 2006|08:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  amused | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Monkeydeth and the lethargic parrots | ] |
Today had the possibility of being a very bad day, but through a careful stream of cautiously worded bullshit i averted what could have been a disaster. At least for the time being. These days have been quite terrible, a far cry from those simple days when all my worries were taken up by pagan cyborgs, heavily armed scientologists, and the occasional attack by gay cowboys. A few days ago while enduring the rigorous, mentally scarring experience that is Algebra II; i looked out the window and became lost in thought. While staring at some pigeons engaged in aerial combat in the airspace above the nearby church, i had an epiphany. As the flaming wreckage of one of the pigeons fell from the air and the victor flipped and chirped in what must have been the avian equivalent to shit-talking, i realized that my problem was simple. I was born in the wrong century. I would have been right at home on some medieval battlefield swinging a hammer into somebody's face. Or in a roman colosseum living only for the glory of the moment. Yep, they would have tossed me girls back then. Hell, i wouldn't have even needed to go through all this education bullshit. Nay, instead i was born in a time where being an effeminate queerbag devoid of all testosterone can get you anything from riches and fame to cadillacs and fully operational battlestations.
Oh well regardless of what is and isn't, i just hope i find some happiness soon or else the next little rat-faced bastard who gives me a stiff shoulder in the hallway or the next adorable little forest animal who dares look at me the wrong way will get his/it's tongue severed, jaw broken, and will be ripped several new assholes, making him/it more aerodynamic (if you happen to be optimistic).
On a side note: If any mexican claims to be your father, he probably is. |
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| Call me ishmael. |
[Jan. 29th, 2006|09:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gay gandalf and the lord of the bling | ] |
"This ivory leg is what propels me
Harpoons thrust in the sky
Aim directly for his crooked brow
And look him straight in the eye!"
"Split your lungs with blood and thunder
When you see the white whale
Break your backs and crack your oars men
If ever you wish to prevail!"
.....But seriously, enough about the new pope. This entry is about everything and nothing, as all my entries are. Rest assured though, there is a whole lot of nothing going on in this corner of the cosmos. With the new year comes new and more extreme levels of repetitive living. The other day as i was walking home from the wrong bus stop on the wrong stretch of road with just the wrong amount of breeze blowing towards me i found myself confronted by the bastard child of inner disapointment and failure, and i'm not just talking about Martha Stewart. Faced with the decision of either battling the monster or jumping headfirst into traffic i decided instead to jump headfirst into traffic while battling the monster. As the denizens of flagler street watched in awe, i drove a flaming stop sign right into the heart of the creature thereby rendering it sterile. (Nevermind the implications of there actually being a FEMALE bastard child of inner disappointment and failure.) As this nonexistent battle echoes through my mind i can't help but laugh at myself for conjuring up such moronic interpretations of my own dissatisfaction with myself. Of course there's a whole lot of stuff that i can't help but laugh at, sadly enough most of them can't be found outside of comedy central. Which through a divine act of illegal bootleg cable i can now watch yet again. With that being said i now depart to a pleasant evening's viewing of tampon and car insurance commercials. |
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| Curse of the voodoo swamp and the homegrown fantasies. |
[Dec. 17th, 2005|09:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Mikimbiado | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Something's got me | ] |
So there i was the other day combating a psycho hose beast that had somehow found it's way into my chain of thought when i looked up at the calendar on the wall and realized that yet another year has strutted by and that i have progressed a great deal as a human being. By progressed i mean gone horribly backwards and by human being i mean a warlike, bipedal ape-descended creature. I kept expecting that by now i'd be some sort of superhero or an intelligent well-loved man of many tastes yet here i am exactly the same and in the same sort of problems i found myself in last year against the same sorts of pirate assasin robots wielding the same sort of chainguns. Needless to say, i skipped class, and in doing so ran right into a motley collection of thrill-seekers, scallywags, and thieves. In other words i met some of my good buddies.
It was then that i realized that the sameness of everything in my life may not be so bad after all. These friends that i have, i'd be damn proud to be doing the same things with them every year until the cheap bargain priced generator that powers my soul sputters out one last time. These days life is going by like some hazy dream and i wouldn't be surprised if i woke up one morning to find that i had dreamed up my whole life. That would suck. Like a vacuum cleaner. Only not. |
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| Hurricane Journal 2005 Vol. 2 |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|10:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Mikimbin | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jimi Hendrix - Spanish Castle Magic | ] |
So there i was watching my favorite episode of America's Funniest Home Arsonists when it gets interrupted by a hurricane update. ANOTHER hurricane update. It seems that this one is called "Wilma" and it's coming this way with the force of a hundred buff softball players. Needless to say, i changed the channel. For every channel that i went there was more storm coverage until eventually i became a refugee from my own cable television. So i put Super Homo-erotic midget adventure number two (otherwise known as Lord of the Rings: The two towers) into the dvd player and watched it for a full twenty minutes before realizing that this wasn't the one where Agent Smith dies. I quickly went to sleep and had a strange dream involving carrots. This morning i awoke to a scene of utter chaos and dispair, and i'm not talking about the hardcore scene either. Power drills and ladders were going up everywhere around my apartment as people suddenly realized that a storm the size of Vin Diesel's testicles was just around the corner. Strangely my own household was unaffected by this as a wave of laziness swept across it. Eventually after much deliberation in house politics efforts went underway to put up our storm shutters. We ended up installing six feet of solid titanium plating on each window, a reinforced laser security system for the door, an assault/vending machine cyborg running on Windows 98, and a computer controlled anti-aircraft gun on the roof for those pesky flying objects. Basically my house looks like the black gate of Mordor right about now. As i sit here typing this i wonder what will happen when we run out of letters in the alphabet for the hurricanes. I heard that they'll start using the greek alphabet soon. I wonder if they'll start using the russian alphabet when they run out of those, i for one would be much more intimidated by a storm called "Αλέξανδρος" or "Владимир" than one called "Wilma". But hey, that's just wishful thinking. Anyways for all you listeners out there, good luck and good night. |
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| Mikimbin de Miami |
[Oct. 16th, 2005|09:57 pm] |
So there i was sippin' the juice of life at the edge of the world. Just talking to some good buddies and enjoying the tropical breeze. The edge of the world sure looked beautiful that night, it was one of them nights that lasted about six hours but will last forever in the head. These two guys and i, we had grown up together so we just kept on blastin' out the memories like steroids into baseball players. They're both long gone now, but there's something about that night that has me going back. Must've been the tequilas i say. Anyway these days there's nothing to hold my thoughts for long. It appears that this year has been an excellent year for the natural disaster industry, but other than that life is more stale than chewing gum left in the darkness of Rosie O'donell's ass for seven years. Somehow i keep thinking that something amazing, nay, something of BIBLICAL AWESOMENESS may come and kick my sorry ass anytime but i guess that's hoping for too much. If only there were some sort of magical flying machine that ran exclusively on dog crap and chunks of Time magazine so that i could fly away into the sunset whilst singing songs about pirates and fierce telemarketers that eat children. Or something. |
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| Strange Days on planet Earth. |
[Sep. 26th, 2005|09:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Assassin's Tango - John Powell | ] |
Yesterday i had one of the greatest dreams in recent memory, maybe even my life. It was on this beach that i've been dreaming about since forever. It's like one of those perfect crescent beaches with white sand and transparent water, the purple sky ablaze with planets and stars. It kinda looked like those queer folders with the dolphins and the planets behind them. I remember that i was sitting under a palm tree when suddenly i saw something far away on the water like a vague outline of somebody, so naturally i did what any sensible person would do. I ran after it with an assault rifle. I was so caught up in my search that i did not notice that i was walking on water or the fact that my assault rifle had somehow become a slightly less menacing strawberry shake. I had managed to catch up to the person and found that even at close range it was nothing more than a cloud in the shape of a person. It actually talked to me and before long we were talking about everything in life. For what seemed like hours me and this faceless person talked on top of the water with the nicest breeze and a strawberry shake that never seemed to run out. It was the most peaceful i had been in a long time and yet it never "really" happened. When i woke up it was like the world came crashing down again. Amazing how the mind works when the heart has gone on autopilot. |
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| When will mario finally stop posting these long entries? |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|11:31 pm] |
A long time ago there was a land that was magical in every way. A land where money grew on trees, where zombies and pirates co-existed peacefully, and Vin Diesel's diet consisted of something other than small children. Life was great in that land when suddenly one day an evil thing came and the land began falling apart. The king did not know what to do, he was so used to having control over everything that when he saw he couldn't do anything he became very emo. And as the king was being emo, his kingdom fell into disrepair. Phone bills started growing on trees, pirates began slamming zombies into chainsaws, and Vin Diesel dug into his "Filet of Child" sandwich. The king was close to laying down his crown forever when out of the blue came a fairy. But this was no ordinary fairy, she was muscular, intmidating, and wielded a gigantic baseball bat in her hand. When she saw that he was being emo she hit him so hard with the bat that she knocked him into the past. She had knocked him so far back that his kingdom hadn't fallen apart yet. He was happy again. In the back of his mind though he knew that eventually he would have to go back to the future, and before Michael J. Fox could file a lawsuit, the king departed. The future was the same as he had left it and the fairy was nowhere in sight. The king was devastated, but then he spotted something on the ground, it was the fairy's bat and it had a note on it. It said "out fighting crime, use this bat if you want to kill the evil thing". So the king raised the bat over his head and searched for the evil thing. After a long search he finally found it, it was a gigantic monster with fifty arms, five heads, twenty legs, and rocket launchers sticking out of it's back.
It had two speeds: walk and kill. The king was scared but knew that as long as he had the fairy's bat he would be allright. He killed the evil thing and like some bad dream had passed everything went back to normal. The king lived happily till the end of his days and he never forgot that fairy and what she did for him.
Fin |
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| Hurricane Journal 2005 |
[Aug. 26th, 2005|05:31 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  disappointed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Beck - Missing | ] |
August 24th, 2005
6:43 pm: Holy shitballs on a stick! There's a hurricane headed this way. In all of my tomfoolery and loitering i must have missed this little piece of news. No school tomorrow, that means a whole day filled with action and karate squirrels. This storm's going to be a little bitch, seriously.
*sleep occurs*
August 25th, 2005
9:34 am: Man, sure is dark outside. Why do i smell like olives?
10:50 am: Wow it's almost like all the major television networks realized that ten million floridians would be home today because there's some damn good programming on tv.
11:01 am: There's a slight breeze that smells faintly of bahamian pineapples, something's not right. Received all sorts of randomness from laura. Something's still not right.
2:23 pm: My parents left to homestead without me, don't know whether they're running from me or the storm.
Need some kool-aid.
5:46 pm: It's starting to rain more than emo kids cry at a Hawthorne Heights concert. Parent's called saying that it's too dangerous for them to return. Looks like it's just me tonight. Time to move my guitar amp to the living room and turn it up to eleven again.
6:15 pm: Whoa, the wind's blowing like there's no tomorrow and/or yesterday. The refs next door are starting to shout loudly in spanish. But then again, dont they do that everyday?
7:33 pm: This is starting to get crazy. There's weird blue and green flashes in the sky, real War of the Worlds type shit. I get the feeling that three legged robots are going to start chasing Tom Cruise sometime soon.
8:50 pm: The power still hasn't gone off and i just finished watching the day after tomorrow, how appropriate. Something broke outside, sure hope it wasn't those spare chainsaw blades i forgot to pick up.
10:48 pm: No martian robots, no thrown cars, this is one boring ass hurricane. Screw this i'm going to bed. |
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| Nothing in this entry is true, but it's exactly how things are..... |
[Aug. 6th, 2005|10:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Do it. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Moby - Extreme Ways | ] |
With the strength of a hundred anorexic emo boys i lifted the last 80 lb box i'll ever have to lift in a long time. It was a glorious moment, almost like the first time you ever wrestled a full grown grizzly bear because of the commentary it had given on your mother or the time when you accidentally wiped out an entire breed of dog because it's color didn't match your expensive persian rug. It was great walking away with the riches usually reserved for millionaires and Wal-mart. But as i walked into my house and stared at the 24 karat gold "M" engraved on my bedroom door i realized that i had spent my whole summer without so much as blinking. At that point i had also realized that my powers of wasting time had reached legendary status. I was concerned that tomorrow would be my first and last day of any real vacation so i quickly began constructing a time-machine made almost exclusively out of car alarms and duct tape. It didn't work. Fortunately at that moment my friend told me to go with her to see war of the worlds and so i went, expecting to see tons of carnage and giant robots. It was beautiful, those giant robots inflicted so much pain upon humanity's candy ass that it brought tears to my eyes. Needless to say, i will never look at giant robots or Tom Cruise's singing voice the same way again. So who cares if summer's gone, i'm rich like a bitch. On monday when you see an Escalade with 50 inch rims and a sound system strong enough to devastate small island nations you'll know who to drop to your feet and worship. |
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| Time flies when you're eating shit. |
[Jul. 28th, 2005|09:26 pm] |
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So today i was stacking boxes, stacking boxes just like every other goddamn day, when i had another one of my "OMG!!!1111oneoneoneone" realizations. Summer is gone. Gone like the husband who jumps into bed that one night to find that his wife is not only cheating on him with another man, but with a household appliance as well. Gone like the man who finds himself stranded on a deserted island with an anorexic donkey , some pineapples, and a fold-out woman for comfort. Gone like the fool who decides to get rid of his mosquito problem by using an anti-aircraft gun. Gone like cocaine from colombia and the money from my pocket. Another thing that disturbed me at that moment other than the stink of cow-death was the simultaneous realization that school starts in week. Those two realizations hit me like two consecutive freight trains to the face. It almost hurts too but then again it might be those expired cokes i drank earlier. eh, off to bed i go to a wonderful place of dreamless sleep. |
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| Spiral Descent |
[Jul. 3rd, 2005|10:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Diz Dik | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Deez nuts | ] |
Today after many, many hours of violent video games and diet sodas i came to realize that my summer is starting to get really sad. With all my missing friends and other little problems that have conspired against me i find that trying to keep from being emo is harder than trying to survive in the jungles of cambodia with nothing but a loincloth, a cheese grater, and a ten dollar gift certificate at macy's. My friends have suggested many things to help me get over my emo-ness, things ranging from an immediate lobotomy to hijacking a shipment of dashboard confessional cd's and driving them off a cliff. But i guess the only way i feel better is if i write in my livejournal and hope that i can brighten someone's day with my liberal use of metaphors as to make even the famous poet Wordius Maximus roll over in his grave. Agh i've got don my patented "lil' bitch"(tm) work apron in five hours so i'd better do some EXTREME sleeping(the only sport i'm good at). Anyways i hope you're all enjoying summer the right way: forgetting how to read and thinking about life swapping. :) |
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| The third comin' of christ. |
[Jun. 23rd, 2005|10:05 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Indoubidably Concordised | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The wild traveler on WCTR | ] |
Yeah as the title above states, i am indeed back. Thankfully my trip was cut short and what a trip it was i can tell you. It was like living in an action movie, so many incredible things happened that i can't quite believe it all. Airplane falls, motorcycle accidents, shootings, loaded weaponry aimed at people's faces(namely mine), the terrible power of witchcraft, no indoor plumbing, mall security guards packing more heat than emo kids pack tissue boxes, etc. BUT with the irony of a machine-gun wielding gandhi(or "gandeh" as modern english grammar now dictates) this has been the coolest trip i've ever been on. For example the before-mentioned airplane fall happened when we were coming back to miami and the airplane hit a "downburst" which made the aeroplane drop something like 200+ feet in one jolt(of which there were three)
when it was happening i took more shits than i did when i saw the joker's card at the end of batman begins(more on that later). But now when i look back on it was wildly cool and better than half the rollercoasters at islands of adventure(including the magic pony ride). But anyways once i got off that winged contraption and finally set foot on solid carpet i realized all the things i once took for granted: breathing in civilized polluted air, indoor plumbing, and small plastic coffee stirrers. *sigh* work
starts tomorrow. again. but hopefully after a few days i'll have a few bucks to spend on any pointless object of my choosing like small origami robots or anything that can kill a squirrel from fifty paces. Well, there's no rest for the wicked i always say. |
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| Shit hits the fan |
[Jun. 6th, 2005|11:16 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  okay | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Xzibit - Paparazzi | ] |
This past weekend has been one of the worst in a long time. Hundreds of little things that usually wouldn't phase me came together like some swarm of nu-metal kids with copies of a linkin park cd. Individually they can't hurt you but together nu-metal kids can cause lasting nerve damage. My song goes a little something like this:
Paintballs shot at my car.
Four nosebleeds in one day.
Rejected by a girl for the 2,454,617,175,317,340,137th time(over the phone this time yay!)
Wasn't allowed to go to my own surprise party.
I'm 16 now, one year closer to 30.
Yet another one of my lifelong friends is being shipped off to iraq.
I leave in a day to "guayabera" as randeh calls it.
The only time in my life that i ever wanted to drink i couldn't find any liquor.
Toto, i don't think we're in kansas anymore.
Anyways all this misfortune makes me wonder, I must have done something real bad to deserve this. I must have been a serial killer or a politician or something in a past life. But on the plus side i just got something like 24 pirated movies in a bag yesterday so that means that today i'm going to engage in my most favorite hobby: copyright infringement. Hell yeah! ^_^ |
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