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May. 5th, 2006 | 2:21:00:am

It's almost 2AM and I've a 9-page paper to write, so I'll make this as brief as possible.Collapse )

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Teh longest survey I've never did.

Apr. 22nd, 2006 | 12:00:00:am

1. Bold what is true about you.
2. Italicize what you wish was true about you.
3. Add one true thing about you to the end of the list.

So long...Collapse )

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You're all full of shit.

Apr. 8th, 2006 | 12:05:00:pm

I'm tired of everybody preaching on LJ. It's like you can be somebody else here, free of your actions outside the internet, and become somebody righteous. Maybe this is just how I read things, but who you really are is very much carried into the reading and interpretation of your post. So what does that mean? It means if you're a whore, don't cry out celibacy. It means if you do crack, don't talk about straight edge. It's hypocritical, and you should know it. When you're writing these things, do you think we're going to sit and forget who you are, just to take in your words of wisdom?


There are always exceptions, like if you're a heroine addict, it's acceptable to speak against it, if you're giving it up and accompanying it with a story of how you killed you own baby, shit your pant at your workplace, caused a 9-car pile-up and assaulted a cop - all because of heroine.

But the vast majority of you seem to think it's perfectly alright to speak against your own interests. Don't get me wrong, I'll never tell you not to speed, and I'll never say don't play with fireworks because they're dangerous. But there is a good amount of shit I can talk about and be justified. I'm sure you've all got SOME shit that you don't do, like talk about how stupid free-basing is...as long as you don't free-base. It's just that simple. Don't be retarded.

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Tell me all your thoughts on God.

Mar. 18th, 2006 | 7:21:00:pm

If you're religious, I wouldn't bother.Collapse )

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Cuffs are tight.

Mar. 13th, 2006 | 11:03:00:am

So, got arrested saturday night.
Yeah, about an hour next to a patrol car and I was free to go...let's just say as far as getting arrested goes it was about the best case scenario possible.

I'll not elaborate on how much worse it could have been, but the fact that I'm writing this at all or that I didn't see the inside of a cell means this was a wonderful experience considering.

In retrospect however, there is a bit of gratification in being cuffed; something about it...

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Feb. 18th, 2006 | 7:30:00:pm

Plastic Batman Mask (with ears later cut off) - $0.50
Black T-Shirt - $0.99
Being a Ninja...Collapse )

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And just when you thought we were all so different.

Nov. 6th, 2005 | 11:50:00:pm
mood: blankApathetically content.

Shitty weekend.Collapse )

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Sep. 28th, 2005 | 1:53:00:pm

So it's looking like I have diabetes...


...that's all.

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The digression of philosophy.

Sep. 4th, 2005 | 11:09:00:pm
mood: thoughtfulponderous

So I was walking through my house, mostly dark at this point, save a couple of lights in the basement. We installed a cat door so we could keep the door closed yet my cat could access his litter box (in the basement, if you couldn't deduce as much). He uses it occasionally, but more often he sits and stares at it, it's this fact that caught my attention. He just gazes into the open hole, from the kitchen floor to the basement staircase. I shouldn't have to mention, that in a house of three, myself, my mother, and my father, not much goes on in that staircase.

So what is it he's staring at? I pondered for a few minutes as my dinner was heating up.

He wasn't looking with much expectancy; it was more as if he had just become numb to the actions in and around the hole. I thought about myself, I'm a smarter creature, more evolved, more aware, I could eat that cat--ok, forget that one. Anywho, back to myself, I thought about how I wouldn't succumb to watching something and boring as a whole in the wall.

My mom turned on the TV.

At this point I'm eating my food, but as college has left me bereft of friends, I'm still rolling the idea of the cat around in my head. Just when I looked back from the TV in the other room, he took off through the door, down the stairs (making a good amount of noise for his padded feet) and tore through the basement for about 30 seconds, then returned to his vantage point adjacent to the cat door.

So this was the only conclusion I could come to. He sits and stares at this hole, empty, boring, lifeless if you will. Then, in a fit of boredom, he bursts into what must be a different world. He charges around a bit, lives it up, even briefly, and then comes back and chills a bit, sits in my shoe, looks for some attention, and otherwise leads an idle housecat life. I, digressing again, wondered what it'd be like if I were stuck inside all day, with another room just outside mine. Then, once, maybe twice a day, I charged in, ran around, checked everything out, then came back out, looked for some food, sat in a shoe, maybe rubbed on a leg.. well, nevermind that part.

I just found it interesting, and if you're still reading, I've wasted however much time it took you to read this. Welcome to my mind.

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Because NOVA blows.. some.

Aug. 26th, 2005 | 2:56:00:pm

So a lot of people have been talking about their college experiences.. so here goes.
Of a scheduled 15 hours of class time I've spent 7 and a half in class. Score for easy teachers and getting out early. Here's to the continuation of summer.. but with classes. Other than that, I seem to have a good schedule, good classes, and the people here still suck.

Such are the tales of NOVA.

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