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| Friday, May 6th, 2005 | | 8:53 pm |
My physics teacher plays counter-strike
Haha, the guy is awesome. Today I just found out and I was surprised as hell. Keep in mind that this guy is 52, and he has gray hair. I started laughing so hard when he told the class. The guy's already funny as hell too; every day he manages to make the class laugh and he incorporates humor into his lectures very well. But back to the counter-strike thing. We were talking about energy, and we come onto the topic of joules (a unit of energy). He said that if you go to the counter-strike website, you'll find the force of the guns in joules (I haven't confirmed this), and then said "yeah, I play counter-strike." I started laughing my ass of and asked him if he was serious, and he said "yeah, my favorite map is dust-2." At that point I was cracking up for about a minute. After class, I asked him what his favorite weapon was, and this ensued a 10-minute conversation about the game. He said it really depends, but he likes the steyr aug, but if he had to choose one, it would be the p90. We were talking about maps, and I told him that my favorite was office. His, as he said before, was dust 2. We were talking about tactics, and certain gameplay elements. He said that his favorite thing in the whole game was when he got the bomb. He was also talking about how he wasn't that good (he said that because he's old, he probably has bad hand-eye coordination, haha), so when he has a really low score and couldn't kill anyone, he'd buy the awp and camp, hoping to kill someone. Then he said it usually doesn't work, because someone will probably knife him when he isn't looking. He told me he plays about 5 minutes every night, since he barely has time to play, but it's therapeutic for him, because back when he was a kid, he was into "playing army," so it gets him nostalgic, I guess. I was surprised as hell when he told me that he played other games. He's played quake 2, half-life, and half-life 2 (he's on ravenholm). The best thing was that this guy was actually getting INTO the conversation--he was talking like someone that was like me. Haha, I can never look at him the same way again. Well, I'll probably disregard it eventually, but I'm still stunned (like REALLY stunned [not so hard to tell why]). Good times. | | Saturday, January 29th, 2005 | | 11:47 am |
Yummy
If I may say so myself.     teh payn.  That hurts. --- I remember when I was younger, one of my friends broke his arm like...3 times? And every time he had it happen, he always went "owie, owie, owie, owie." I don't know if laughing at that makes me a bad person... I also knew this one kid, who every time he rode his bike with us, he'd always get into like 10 accidents. Haha, seriously. One time he was riding with us, and all of a sudden he just felt down. The guy took it like a man, though, and just got up and kept riding like nothing happened. He must've been in the navy seals or something. Hilarity. | | Sunday, October 17th, 2004 | | 9:33 pm |
Rats And Rats And Rats For Candy
[Mr. Howell:] The dinner was fine, until she opened her mouth. Oh, Candy!(Yeah!) Oh, Candy!(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!?) Behind her teeth fifteen rats started screaming and sobbing Candy Girl!(Yeah!) Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) We're kissing in the car those rodent's smoked cigars in her throat(Yeah!) blowing smoke.(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) Look at me! (Yeah!) Oh, Candy Girl! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) [Candy:] "These rats are not living inside my hotel face. They're just sick and they need a bed lined with fine lace." [Mr. Howell:] "You know that pity's got an ugly price tag?" [Rats:]Our fur feels like it's on fire. There's thorns growing on our bones. Our hunger is X-Rated. Oh, Mother, We love you so! Candy invites you upstairs into her apartment. You say, "it's getting awfully late" and then sucks on your ear. Her clothes fall off, and she presses into you. But those rats have rats have chewed a hole straight through. Her navel (Yeah!) Her nipple! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) [Mr. Howell:] Oh, Candy (Yeah!) I've got to go! (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!) [Candy:] Oh, won't you stay the night with me? Mr. Howell! These rats are not living inside my Hotel face. They're just sick. And need a bed lined with fine lace. [Mr Howell:] You know that pity's got an ugly price tag. (Yeah? Yeah! Yeah? Yeah!) [Rats:] Our muscles have turned to cement. We're coughing up needles and nails. Our veins are flowing barbed wire. Oh, mother, we are so frail! But, wait! We've got a trick for him. We twist to tears. To shit eaten grins. When you wake up in the morning, oh-oh. You find yourself alone in Candy's bed. And everything is gone: paintings, jewels, songs. Candy's blowing in the breeze; those rats devoured her up in her sleep. Her skin's tied to the bed post, like a flag on a ship of ghosts. You read the letter on the dresser, oh-oh. The sick brown sun rubbing in your soul. [letter:] Oh, mother, you should have known. You should have seen through our fake broken bones. Our tears that we razor-sharpened were calculated to rob you blind. [Mr. Howell:] Three weeks later from that day; I saw those rats on a bicycle. They crept by me, and started bawling. Their eyes turned to icicles. Crying; "We need a vacancy! We need a vacancy!" ---------------------------------------- ---------------------- I love the blood brothers. Tee hee lolz. Current Music: The Blood Brothers - Trash Flavored Trash | | Tuesday, October 5th, 2004 | | 9:51 pm |
OMG!!!!
KK omg so lyk today wuz soooooooooooo awsome! lol! k newayz ummmm kirsten called me up @ lyk 2pm or sumthin n she asked me if i wanted 2 go to the mall cuz she wuz guna buy sum gap stuff n i wuz lyk lol no cuz i wuz tired lol so she wuz lyk kk lolz. then an our l8er she called me bac up lol n i wuz lyk omg didnt u alredy go lol? n she wuz lyk omg i did lol but josh called me, josh iz lyk this guy that i TOTALLY have a MAJOR crush on, hes a CUTIE LOL!!! n lyk i wuz lyk LOL OMG WUT DID HE SEY? WHY DIDNT HE CALL ME WTF LOL! n she wuz lyk HE WANTS 2 GO TO THE MALL WITH ME BUT HE SAID 2 BRING U ALONG LOL! I WUZ LYK OMG OMG OMGOM OMGOM YES FINALLY LOL! n lyk we went n he wuz looking qt as always CUZ HE IS SOOOOO CUTE OMG SERIOUSLY HE WUZ WEARING THE QTEST SHOES N HE SPIKED HIS HAIR LOL! neway he gave me his # n i gave him myn at the end LOL U SHUDVE SEEN IT IT WAS THE QTEST THING LOL! lolz k ummmm thats my boring day lol i just got back now lol im so xcited lol. ummmm wut else? my mom is calling me lol she is SOOOO annoying omg we have 2 eat dinner, i dun wanna eat tho cuz im on a diet. sereously wtf i meen lyk i dont want 2 get fat lol, i just eat lyk a grape, a couple of snapples, n lyk a nurtigrane bar everyday n i think im losing weight so its all good lol sereoussly. the only thing that sux is that if i go of my diet then im guna get fat again:( so i dun think im guna do that lolz. lolz kk sori if u red all this lol sorri 4 boring u but newayz g2g lol <333333333333333 Current Mood:  flirtyCurrent Music: ashlee simpson - luv me lyk u need me | | Saturday, September 25th, 2004 | | 11:00 pm |
Puh-leez
Ok, here goes: A while back, I took a trip to the store. I don't know what you'd call this type of store, but it had EVERYTHING in it (even videogames, which is a big plus). I was in for a hoot and a half (sadly, I didn't laugh; must've been teh Xxem0xX lolz). There was this girl who was with her father, and she was wearing this mask. It was the one with the colored hood and the part where your face is supposed to be is covered by this sheet that hides your face (and it's black--the thing that covered your face, i mean). Jesus fucking christ. I felt sorry for the father AND the girl. I didn't even laugh in my head. I don't mean to sound like a bad person, but I think she had some sort of surgery or injury. Hell, maybe even some headgear. Who knows? I don't ever want to see anything like that again. :( :( Current Music: Metal Gear Solid 2 OST - Yell "Dead Cell" | | Friday, September 24th, 2004 | | 10:15 pm |
| | Wednesday, September 1st, 2004 | | 1:25 am |
| | Sunday, August 22nd, 2004 | | 8:22 pm |
Yet again, I found myself at the grocery store...
And horror awaited me. Well, not really horror. Okay, maybe. MAYBE. May-bee(it's basically a bee in may, so yeah). Anyway, I saw this TOTAL skank. This girl was wearing skimpy clothes; some shirt that revealed LEH CLEAVAGE, and shorts that were higher than halfway up her thighs. The girl's hair was in a pony tail and it wasn't even 'done'(as in highlights, cut well etc). She reminded me of one of those cheap prostitutes you'd find in a third world country that couldn't even afford to look good for the job. So the girl was with her mom, and she kept making these 'i'm an adolescent bitch with an attitude' types of faces. Funny how she was the one pushing the shopping cart around. It was almost disgusting(for whatever reason, we'll just say it was). ICK, LOLZ KIRSTEN, IT'S LYK SHE WUZ WEARING KNOCK OFF GUCCI, LYK WHO WUD DO THAT? LOLZ KEN U SEY GROSS!?!?!? Uhhhhh, yeah. I think girls need to have SOME level of respect for themselves, even if they know what they're doing and are using their style of dressing(WTF?!?! HAHA LIKE RANCH?) to get attention. It really won't get the attention of people like me. They think it's a display of attractiveness, but I think it's a display of immaturity. For fuck's sake little girls, grow up. COME ON GANG! WHO AGREES WITH ME? | | Tuesday, August 17th, 2004 | | 8:20 pm |
Funi
The other day, my friend said "Oh my god, the dictionary sucks, it's like so boring, there aren't any pictures of hot guys in it." Comments that have made my day have been few and far apart. Huzzah to comments making my day. HUZZAH!! | | Saturday, August 14th, 2004 | | 11:21 pm |
I need someone to ship me a bawks of chocklits
I just went to the grocery store today. This clerk wore 'casual' clothes instead of wearing the uniform that everyone else wore,. His shirt said 'smart ass.' I thought "HOW PROFESSIONAL!" And it was. He was a professional. | | Monday, August 9th, 2004 | | 8:48 pm |
An update dedicated to the flying birds
The birds that aren't flying will be left out of this(ie on the ground). Anway, I made ravioli today. It was SWELL. The sauce made it the SHIZNIT. There should be a class called ebonics 1a-1c. It would teach you the "fundamentals of spitting game and keeping it real." Simply amazing. Anyway, back to the ravioli. It was good. NEXT. Poems. Just for the hell of it. -- The liquor talking to me. Lamps calling out my name. Men screaming at me through the stereo. I’m the only one in this house that can’t speak. -- It’s not dark in here, though I can’t see a thing outside. I wish to take a piece of paper and write on it, but my girlfriend’s controlling voice in my head doesn’t allow me to. She doesn’t exist, and at the moment, nor do the writing utensils. I’m really just a young boy, looking for a one night stand with some string cheese. -- Yeah. I just thought of something. COME IN HQ. COME IN. PLEASE. COME INSIDE FOR DINNER. What if there was someone on el-jay with no one that read their journal and he said "OKAY EVERYONE THAT READS MY JOURNAL PLZ COMMENT KTHX," and no one commented? It was be a sort of juxtaposition on the enticing manifestations of variable sensibility interacting with subjective stipulations. None of that was supposed to make sense by the way. Thank you. The flowers and text boxes. Hmmmm. Yes. That about does it. | | Saturday, August 7th, 2004 | | 4:23 pm |
I have 2 tickets to fly to the sun(in a honda civic though), who wants to come with me?
Yeah, bring some toothpaste. We'll need toothpaste. Uhhhhhhh, what else? Nope, that's it. I do have some poems for you GUYZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!! Poems: Why!?!?!? Why have elephants barged into my house? Telling me they want my eraser? Calling me a liar as I tell them I don't have one! They aren't elephants, but rather psychics! How else would they have known I had an eraser? -- I just got arrested by a CD player. I didn't know you could get arrested by CD players. Apparently you can, in a dream. -- I look down at the sink. The water pouring down. I stare into the mirror. And shave my eyeballs. -- Hunger isn't something I enjoy. I press down on the liquid soap dispenser, letting it drip into my palm. I begin feasting. This isn't what food is supposed to taste like. -- I have a car, but it doesn't run. Too bad they don't sell people at the dealership. I heard they run pretty well. ---------------------------------------- ---------------------- On different note, I've been listening to Jesper Kyd a lot. I like their music. Hitman Contracts and MDK2 soundtracks = good times. I want to make some pasta or ravioli this week. Seriously man. | | Friday, July 30th, 2004 | | 12:09 am |
I have lost faith in society(yet again)
Today I wrote this essay for fun: Let's ponder the question of whether drugs are bad or not(from a platonic standpoint). Take a hypothetical situation. One uses marijuana or cocaine, gets high, and hypothetically, there are no withdrawal symptoms and there are no changes in their life. Basically, it's like it never happened(no damage to body or mind etc, you get it, right?), but they still have the memory of it, so they know it happened. Would it be bad then? Like Plato said, what is the definition of bad? Many people seem to not like drugs because they are "bad." And bad here can mean a lot of things; funding "bad things"(ie drug dealing), harming your body or brain etc. So bad, in this context, is said attributes. Believe or not, however, situations like the one previously described HAVE occured(people have also either enjoyed or didn't enjoy it, but that doesn't matter). So in the context I described, are drugs still bad? If you say they are, then you don't seem to have a very well defined view on drugs(not surprising, considering you've probably taken your view from anti-drug campaigns much like people have taken their views from religion). From what you said, drugs are bad because of said reasons. But those reasons don't apply to that situation, in fact, they don't exist in that situation. It's become an EXPERIENCE. So can we argue that the EXPERIENCE of getting high is bad? To make a long story short, from what I said, it seems that getting high is not bad(ie doing drugs isn't wrong). It's only when other(said bad things) things get involved that it becomes bad. However, this isn't a perfect world, and other things will ALWAYS be involved. So that's why I think drugs ARE in fact bad. Regarding whether getting high itself is wrong, let’s take a look at this made-up dialogue: Why do you play sports? -Because they’re fun. Why do you do drugs? -Because they’re fun. But getting high is bad. -Why? Because of said reasons. -But in this context, said reasons don’t exist. The only thing the high produces is fun(and in the same way sports produce fun). So in this context, if you were to say getting high is wrong, you’d be saying having fun is wrong. Then you’d also be saying that playing sports is wrong(but you think it isn’t). Do you see? Concerning the question of whether or not they should be legalized. From a platonic standpoint; no, they shouldn't. There will be those who use it recreationally or harmlessly. But the majority of people will use it irresponsibly. That's why I think they shouldn't be legalized(and also why they’ll never be legalized). We can also ask why alcohol and cigarettes are legal, but that'll beget a long discussion of history and culture. ------------ I had my friend(in ghetto terms; 'homeboy') read it, and this is what he said: *:i red it *:iz ight i guess *:i mean *:i reaLLY DONT KNO WTF I READ BUT *:i get da general idea I laughed out loud. No, really. I did. | | Saturday, July 24th, 2004 | | 3:30 pm |
My pizzles and wizzles!
I tried to update last night, but the service was "temprorarily unavailable," probably due to maintenance. Anyway, last night I was listening to a couple having le intercourse(sexual, of course, and definitely NOT in a voyeuristic manner) outside my dwelling. It was humorous, to say the least. It was at about 2 in the morning, I think. At first, I thought it was some kid joking around, trying to piss people off. But it just seemed too real later. It was in random intervals aswell. Wouldn't it be weird though, if it wasn't sex, but rather some woman being murdered? Yeah, I'd probably feel bad. Doubt it was, though. Also weird how this was the first time i've heard something of the like. I feel like I've lost my "listening to people having sex outside of your hippety cribizzle" virgnity. Onto something else... Hmmmmmmm, as for the lack of updates, I don't know. Not much creativity I guess. I've been thinking of cats flying around inside clouds and such. It was magical. Also, a word of advice; if you're being chased by an elephant on the freeway(inside your car[whip in ghetto terms y0!] OF COURSE), just put a little more pressure on the gas pedal, they don't run that fast. If, however, you're being chased by a cheetah, you're pretty much screwed. Can't help you there. | | Tuesday, May 11th, 2004 | | 9:55 pm |
Haha why can't this happen more?
Have you ever had a dream that felt so real that it MADE sense to you, only to realize that it couldn't possibly have made ANY sense when you woke up? Sure you have. WELL I HAVE TOO. No, but I did. So anyway, this seems pretty funny now that I think about it. I had a dream where my CAT was doing the dishes. She was like...putting the dishes in the dishwasher either with her mouth or her hands(I actually think it was with her hands, because it would give her more of a human persona, and that would make less sense, ergo the dream factor). And I was thinking, HOLY SHIT, MY CAT CAN DO THE DISHES!!! I BETTER TELL EVERYONE!!! So I was telling people, and I think they thought I was crazy. But yeah. Good times. Seriously. You know there is a god when your cat is doing the dishes. | | Wednesday, May 5th, 2004 | | 2:44 pm |
Hilarious
Ok so on monday... In my history class I paired up with this black kid for homework discussion. Now this is no ordinary black kid. Well he probably is, so scratch that. It's funny though, cuz the first time I saw him I was like "wow, this kid looks exactly like one of those singers from b2k." And he does. Anyway, he barely comes to class, and whe he does he's always late. The best thing is though, he tries to walk all "cool," so if you "ain't wit it," you'll think he has a limp or something. It's hilarious. So while we were "discussing the hw," the teacher comes up to him and asks him where he was yesterday in a very friendly manner. Oh yeah, this woman is Italian, and she is soooooooo goddamn anal. Her class is what i'd call "hard"(and not like a pee pee mind you), and she gets very annoyed when people come in late. To quote her, being late "detracts from students' educational experience." Native American please. Anyway, back to the story. The black kid tells her that his car broke down. Now I begin to laugh. I must admit, you have to be clever as hell to come up with an excuse as good as that, and i'm guessing this kid has experience with tricking people(especially what one that is "wit it" would call "da hoez"). So the teacher acts like she believes him and then starts talking about football HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHA. No seriously, she does. Now I laugh even harder. She's saying shit like "C'mon, there's 90 yards left and you have to go long and make the touchdown." I can't stop laughing. This is like something from an snl skit. And then the black kid says something like "Oh hell yeah, i'm a make da touchdown, i'm playin madden fa sho." I keep laughing of course. Then the teacher says(and very enthusiastically) "See, i'm using these football terms to try to get you motivated to come to class and do better." My god, this one really did it for me. I must say, this made my day. Haha, the funny thing is the black kid is still trying to defend his image by saying "Oh yee yee, ah mean i did da homework, and ah come to class, ah mean i'm a do well in dis class." God, they need to put this in a movie. The funniest thing is, I think the teacher thought she was actually helping the kid out and being "hip" at the same time. Teachers need to stop trying to be "hip." I hate teachers that try to get along with their students in a friendship type of way. Uggggh. | | Thursday, April 29th, 2004 | | 4:03 pm |
And more poetry...
Yes. My name is Bob. I live inside a computer. It is very warm in here. Can someone give me Directions to the nearest Toy store? I’m having trouble Finding one in here. --------- I married a statue Of an elephant once. It didn’t talk to me. We got divorced because I thought it was cheating on me. -------------- The jet flies in the sky. I wish I could touch it. But I can’t reach it. Why not? -------------- Yo yo yo all up in the Heezy rollin in My Chevrolet with 20 inch rims boyeee ----------------- I took my computer to The doctor today. He looked at me funny. I said it wasn’t eating. Is it going to be alright I asked? He told me to leave. ------------------ I tried to get inside The car. The door wouldn’t open. I was frustrated. I gave up when I Finally realized it was just A picture. ------------------- How can I write a Poem without a pencil? Someone find me a pencil Please. I want to Write a poem. --------------------- Blue sky Tree Orange car What the hell do these Words have to do with Each other? ----------------- Sitting at the desk. Writing. Maybe I’ll stand up When I’m hungry. ------------------- Why do we rest our heads On pillows? If I could rest my Head on anything It would be…clouds. But factories don’t Manufacture clouds. --------------------- We listen to music And feel entertained. We are entertained because We hear something. Then how come I’m not entertained By the sound of dogs barking? ----------------- If I ate a book would I be smarter? I saw that on TV once. I also failed the test. --------------- When we captured the Prisoner we didn’t put A sock in his mouth. We used a shoe. He still couldn’t talk. ---------------- A wise man once told me, If you give a man steak He’s gonna eat it. This same wise man Went to jail 30 years later. --------------- Beef Wit Da Negroes They walk toward me in a large group, Skin the color of Hershey’s chocolate. Except this time I don’t want to lick them To see what they taste like. “Wassup dog?” I look around. There is no dog. One of them pulls out a knife. I’ll admit I was frightened. Remembering my self defense class I quickly reach in my backpack, Take out a basketball and throw it Far away Watching as they all quickly run After it. This is my chance to escape. ---------------- La la la Blah blah blah There was a book. He ate a cook. And then I thought To myself. Guess what? I’ve just wasted Your time. And you’ll never Get it back. | | Wednesday, April 21st, 2004 | | 8:48 pm |
For all the children and adults:
Here is more of my half-assed poetry. Do tell me what you think!!!(and it's not disturbing like the encounter with our friend Tyrone) Green backpack Black backpack Blue backpack …I think it’s blue… well, it’s black too… and…there’s…a… chalkboard ------- hi I like pie I use the Word “my” I will say bye. ------- Hair Long hair On a girl Because girl have Long hair ------- Na na na Hey, hey Keeping it real For all mah Homiez in prizon Yo ------- Yo yo yo Snoopy dogg all up In da hizzouse Yeeeeh boyeee Keepin it mo gangsta Den a alligator For shizzle son -------- Pink Pink is the color Of the paper But paper is white And trees are brown -------- Please give me My purse, because It doesn’t exist Hi, the purse doesn’t Exist It is in my mind Help me get it. -------- Hmmm I need to think Because that is how You get good grades To pass the classes ------- Shakespearian Sonnet I like the bread because it talks to me I want to travel through the river now It’s the most incredible thing to see Yet many tell me that I don’t know how Let’s eat cake on a Saturday afternoon We’ll call francis and he’ll come very fast However he must bring at least one spoon Why do I feel that this journey won’t last? It will be time to slowly bake pastries Call more people, we are not leaving here I see many men cutting down the trees No place here to live for that lonely bear I am deeply saddened by hunger? How? But the forest is waiting for me now -------- Food The day I leave you is the day I’ll die I love you more than anything God bless the woman who brought you into this world My previous lovers have never treated me this good I wish I could marry you I can’t spend a day without you My foot wiggles at the site of you My mouth beads with perspiration at the thought of you When I kiss you there can be no better taste I’ll see you during dinner tonight | | Wednesday, April 14th, 2004 | | 8:34 pm |
Please read this beautiful poem that I just made...
Tyrone Water is trickling down my face. The soap slips out of my hand and falls to the floor. I bend over to pick it up. I see a shadow coming towards me. I turn my head and see a brown leg. I am suddenly pushed up against the wall. Horrible pain ensues. "Yeah bitch. C'mon. You like that huh? I'm gonna rip that shit open bitch." It is all over within a few minutes as I lie on the floor. Blood trickling down my thigh. His name was Tyrone. | | Saturday, March 27th, 2004 | | 1:00 am |
OH...MY...GOD(let's go shopping)
ok but seriously...I think i just found the DUMBEST person on the planet!!!! http://www.kazzermusic.com/ This guy is...so dumb it's funny. But also sad. But funny. You know. In a sad way. HAHAHAHAH!! Kazzer. WTF?!?!??! This guy looks like tom cruise and attempts to make rap rock(reminds me of hot action cop and zebrahead except he's a million times worse[1,000,000x worse fo all youz thugz in da h00d!!!]). Sad. Yeah. Look at his bio too. And watch the video for pedal to the medal(pretty good song actually). But in the video he races against cars by running. I want to meet the director of that video. FUCKING GENIUS!!!! Hmmmmm what else? AAAAH OF COURSE!! HIS BIO!!! yeah he's like a judo champion, he breakdances, and plays the guitar(and attempts to rap). HOLY SHIT!!!! THIS IS IS SO COOL!!! lol the thing is though, you should see his live footage, he tells the audience to put the \m/(rock n roll or whatever the hell you wanna call it, i really don't know; i'm not cool enough) symbol up, and then tells them to put their middle fingers up, and after that tells them to yell fuck you. Wow. This guy is like a fucking punk rawk rebel. Twas entertaining. Oh it was. I only hope that others can laugh like I did(and get sad like i did). I just feel embarassed for this fool. |
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