| Feeling a little nostalgic |
[11 Aug 2008|05:19pm] |
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I went to my first metal show on Friday to see Tyler's band perform. I underestimated the amount of fun I thought I would of had. Actually, I was fearing that a bunch of Pantera and Gwar shirted metal heads would encircle me, screaming obscenities while letting me know that I was probably a poseur - "THIS FUCKING GIRLY NIGGAR WITH HIS EXPRESS JEANS AND POLO SHIRT." That image ran through my head at least a half a dozen times while I was at On the Y. But the show was fun, and live metal actually had an energy that I liked, and the crowd was very nice.
One thing caught my attention while I was watching the show. I don't know if it's the redundant amount of psychology classes I have been taking in college, or the experience I had as a leader while playing in White American Rage/RedLine, but I saw that look in his eyes while he was playing. You know, that fucking intense death stare you have when you have a boner for what you love doing and you're ready to kill a man over it. That really made the show a lot more enjoyable for me that he wasn't half-assing what he was doing. At the same time it kind of made me jealous that I had lost that flare for competing in counter-strike. It reminded me of the look my team used to have before scrims, matches, and tournaments. Then after a series of blows to our morale (and burnout), it was gone. I miss playing counter-strike, I'm hoping my rekindled interest in Kendo will produce the same enthusiasm I had for gaming.
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| SOME SAD SHIT, YO (copied from whiteamericanrage.com) |
[28 May 2008|08:53pm] |
I've been sitting here thinking about the rest of my life. I've been juggling three of the biggest time consumers - girlfriend, competitive gaming, and school (school not so much). Looking at my transcripts and seeing that I'm so close to transferring has been bugging the fuck out of me. This post is meant more to be read by my best friends/team mates because i'm pretty sure they've been noticing my declining quality of leadership during matches and practices.Lately, I'm pretty sure you guys notice the big drop in morale, none of you deserve to be lead by someone who doesn't have a passion for the game anymore. So this entry goes out to the men in my life that have put their faith in me (not gay, and faith is not meant to be synonymous with a penis).
I'm quitting gaming. It might even extend in to casual gaming. What the fuck, right?
The truth is that I've never asked to be the leader (why am I all teary eyed? SOOOOO FUCKING NERDY). This has been recurring theme in my life, suddenly chosen by a higher power or group to lead. I was forced in to what was expected of an eldest brother as I was growing up, why the fuck do I have the pleasure of being born first? I hate responsibility, which may sound ironic to you guys because I may seem the most responsible out of our circle of friends. Responsibility bestowed upon me is a curse, I fucking hate it. It feels like everybody shits out about 500 pounds of their problems and worries, puts them in to a bag, and expects you to turn it in to diamonds while giving each person a blowjob. I checked the math on this, and that's about 3500 pounds of shit in to diamonds and about 7 dirty dicks per match/practice. I didn't double check on my calculator so the figures might be a little iffy.
I need release, I want to focus and concentrate on my life and future. I've halted most of the other things that's involved in my life. Playing and holding things together for you guys is seriously another full time job. I have to schedule practice, nag people about making practices and matches, schedule matches, constantly be on the lookout for possible tournaments, represent our team during disputes and conflicts, shutdown and keep a constant check on our own internal conflicts, deal with dickwad leaders of other teams, deal with dickwads in our irc channel, deal with dickwads who come in our channel thinking they're going to join our team, tell my family (mostly my brothers) I can't make it out to hang with them at their night events, make my girlfriend wait on me, and cut a few dinners short with my mom because of matches. I've even installed mIRC on Krystal's computer to watch our irc channel when i'm at her house.
I'm going to start going full-time in school again and i'm debating on whether or not I have the balls to go pre-med to secure a future in psychiatry. I love you guys, but i'm not in love with the game anymore. I will still complete the rest of the season with the best of my ability.
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| Damn, I hella don't want my LJ to die |
[15 Sep 2007|05:10pm] |
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Team Leader, Older Brother, Boyfriend, Best Friend, Wannabe Security Officer (and back to student next semester). So many roles, so little time. Having a day to myself where I don't have to deal with people is a godsend, even if only for a few hours. Anthony hit it right on the g-spot when we were hanging out. "I've been hella fucking irritable lately. I think it's because of a lack of personal space. I'm just so used to having a few hours to myself everyday, this is driving me nuts."
I have time to myself right now, and I am at peace.
God fucking damnit. I'm reading my old entries and it's pissing me off that I possessed more humor and wit when I was single. Oh well, I guess you gotta lose some of your edge when you aren't putting out the energy to get your dick wet/get your nob slobbed/looking for a horizontal mambo partner.
What's up with me? I've been working a lot more since I'm not in school this semester. My new work schedule destroyed any attempts to take classes in the morning, and that's the only time i'll take classes. I refuse to take night classes and lose doing what I like to do at night, which usually consists of j-ing off to massive amounts of porn, Kendo, or counter-striking.
Fuck your LJ cut.
Speaking of counter-strike, I guess I've had to step up again and take the reigns. Can my team go pro and make an income based salary with sponsorship deals? Do black dudes have huge-ass rhinoceros penises? Then the answer is hell fucking yeah, just not this year... maybe next year. Takes a lot of time to get organized and get used to each others' play styles. Plus the fact that we're all cute post-teen and twenty-somethings, it shouldn't be too hard to get sponsorships from Vidal Sassoon, TIGI, and Paul Mitchell.
Now that we've had time to catch up, I'm going to go back to cleaning around the house, putting my laundry in the washer, and reading my Japanese language book to gear up for next semester. A last piece of advice - don't ever ever ever live with your boyfriend/girlfriend before getting married.
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| Strokes And Muse Concert |
[29 Sep 2006|09:26pm] |
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They were alright... actually they're not very good live. The Strokes were drunk and stoned off their asses. Kept on thanking Sacramento when they were in Davis? I'm sure the natives really liked that.
I lost my phone, so I got a new one from Cingular. I lost all of my numbers, please call me at 916-595-0749 so I can add your number back.
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| TIME BY MYSELF, MASSIVE MASTURBATION WILL ENSUE |
[10 Jul 2006|01:39am] |
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Too many people to juggle and micro, one day i'm going to just going to disappear and end up traveling around Asia. I feel more relaxed in solitude. I don't like having to worry about so many other people in my life. I wish I could just hit depression and say it's depression because it seems to be the easiest scapegoat for kids these days, but I guess i've just been feeling anxious lately.
I need to put up pictures because my posts are getting boring. Let's start a topic that we can all have fun in (because I can't come up with any cool content for people to cum their pants to right now :\ ):
Intelligent design is a load of bullshit and I'm a very happy camper that it was struck down in court. I believe it was just an attempt by Christians to have a presence in the educational system. Their theory is half-assed, and they have to try to attach themselves to genius because they cannot come up with anything original. It sucks to be non-secular.
THUNDER... THUNDER... DEBATE GO, HOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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| TY |
[24 Jun 2006|05:16pm] |
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I have to extend my many thanks to my closest friends and family who threw a surprise party for me. Especially to Chernel who put a tremendous amount of effort into getting it together and so this is where she gets her plug... Thank you very much, cousin. Before I die I will write a memoir and the first line will be, "Chernel... she's alright in my book."
1. Got drunk and had a blast at my bday party
2. Woke up
3. Made myself puke in Anthony's toilet so i'd be sober enough to drive
4. Chernel took me home
5. Got my shit ready for Kendo demonstration
6. Arrived at the Buddhist Church about 9:45 am
7. Almost puked on the combination plates we were making
8. Almost puked on the tempura
9. Almost puked on the fat japanese guy's feet
10. Almost puked on Sensei
11. Got my shit together at about 1:15 pm
12. Demonstrated and made all of the 50-year-old soccer moms swoon
13. Ate Curry, fucking good curry at that
14. Had about 4 snow cones
15. Chillaxed with the Kendo guys
16. Came back to write this
17. These past three days have to be some of my better days in life
I am happy
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| My Interpretation of Internet Peeplz |
[24 May 2006|02:32pm] |
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Today I thought I should update my myspace "about me" section because it hasn't been touched since it was an 8-year-old little boy. I realized that a lot of the hate I have in life stems from the internet and the people that are on it. I don't even like how my first relationship came about from the internet, but I like to trick myself into thinking that we met through a friend of a friend. It is a weird irony because I am so reliant on the net, but then again it wasn't like it was some fucking stupid-ass 600 mile relationship that consisted of webcamming, joffing, and hope. It's always baffled me as to how a person can develop ties to others strictly over the internet. Can one not make friends in the real world? Maybe it's because knowing someone over the net and not in reality leaves a sort of open-endedness to their personalities. You could never see their faults because it isn't in plain sight, their behavior is not observable. You can only see what they highlight about themselves. It's because of this reasoning that I find internet personalities to be fake and much deserved of my contempt.
I think this crosses over into how i talk to Krystal over messenger. I don't know what the fuck is wrong with my head, when I talk to her over the internet I end up treating her like one of these people. I can't escape it, I can only classify her as the above because that's how I see her when she's online. I can only see lies. Krystal-online is way different from Krystal-reality in my eyes. Krystal-online is not a real person. Katie-online is not a real person. Hanna (in general) is definitely not a real person.
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| Fun with livejournal |
[01 May 2006|12:45am] |
New Game: I'm going to quote livejournals, and you're going to guess who it is. This is going to be interesting.
Their Original Entry: We should go to some hella fancy reastaurant in some wierd matching new age fashion getup, but we have to look a little (kato masks)hardcore/mafia.... Then Gilbert whips out a fucking gold suitcase with all of our map strats in it... then we all have a ambigous conversation about strats, but still make it sound like we do that stuff in real life, and we will all order the same meal, but it has to be a fuckign wierd meal that makes people think... Lastly when we all leave we have to argue about leaving a tip for the waitress like if they deserve it or not... I was also thinking we should bring in Jap steel, but we cant to that cuz we get arrested.... gimme more ideas though its not complete yet.
My Comment: Someone can bring a boombox and start playing old 50's Green Hornet theme songs and fucking shit up. And then we practice our jutsus like we know to do martial arts. And then we start fucking shit up, again, except this time we hella have to vandalise the toothpicks and start breaking them and shit.
Their Reply: FUCKING NICE....TOOTHPICKS...why not spill the salt too and blame it on the fag with teh wig on 3 seats down and say... "you ain't gonna sock me though...nikka"... then randomly the fukcing black panthers bust through the windows in fuckign the yellow bruce lee outfits and start leet speaking(liek the oldschool kung-fu movies) except the first nigg is like "i HEARD NIGGER" then they bust in like that... but the -wAr- comes to the rescue and fucking starts cutting shit up with the toothpicks we just broke and fuckign gilbert pulls out the hamster style on the waitress(within the spilt second he had sex with her too) and she is left mangled with the fruitcake we just ordered in her anus...then todd fucking goes drunken master style and fucks the biggest nig there up and whips out a fuckign bottle of whiskey for his finishing move and pours that shit down his throat with a funnel and while he is doing that the mortal combat sound comes on in the background "FINISH HIM" and he fuckign tripple round house kicks him in the stomach and teh big black nig spits out his guts from too much alcohol...........Then jared finds the most weekest nig there and fucking starts pulling a quamire "giggidy giggidy giggidy" and the black guy was like fuck this fag, but jared gets pissed and punches himself in the testiclites and pulls out his needle like penis and stabs teh shit out of the nig, then jared has sex with the nigs babies mama.....Then robert stands in the background trying to grab everyoens ass FAGXZOR.....Then Anthony pulls his metro sexual charm on the nigs and conviences them to kill themselves becuase he is too good for a fight with monkeys, but then he pulls out his katana and releases all his pent up ambigoulsy gay rage...UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH
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| You don't want to try this with me. You might end up getting mad or hurt, or just mad butthurt |
[08 Apr 2006|12:33am] |
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1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. Or not so creepy/personal.
3. You WILL update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions
I was bored so i decided to try this out. I don't really want to ask you guys any questions, I just wanted to answer some. If you're going to play with me be prepared to be offended =D. And you know what? I'm probably breaking the rules of this little game, but you can take this time to ask me any question in the world and I will answer it truthfully with no bullshit.
NOW the answers to Danae's questions:
1)Are you still with your girlfriend? if so, how long has it been?
Yes, for about 10 months. It has its ups and downs, but definitely more ups than downs. Speaking of going down, where is Matt when you need him?
2)what was your favorite memory from when you were a kid?
When I used to live in Hayward there was this tree we used to climb, coincidentally some guy that lived near there threw all of his vhs porn sleeves into the same tree. It was probably the sexiest tree i've ever been in. That and riding bikes with my fucking ghetto mexican posse. I was one bad vato in my childhood.
3)What band/artist is your guilty pleasure?
Nsync and Justin Timberlake, 'nuff said.
4)Do you want children?
Yes, but not until the future (the long fucking future, i'm talking when we invent time travel and android pussy). A girlfriend is a girlfriend. When it comes to choosing the mother to my children, that's when I become critical of a person's character and flaws. It really doesn't matter how much you love a person, it won't ever conquer the fact that they can be a potentially bad caregiver or have a personality that can cause a turbulent marriage that can put strain on your kids and have negative psychological effects. The most valuable advice I ever took from Ant, "You don't have to settle for less than the best in a relationship. You have to hold that person to a higher standard than anyone else." I know, we're cold people. I play dumb a lot, but I observe and pay very close attention to peoples' actions. That is what enables me to evaluate a person. whew.
5)Have you had a near death experience?
It's probably every time Chernel has driven me someplace. IF YOU DON'T GET THE PUNCHLINE THEN YOU'LL PROBABLY GET IT WHEN I TELL YOU SHE'S AZN + WOMAN. GET IT HUH? OMG I LOST LIKE 6 LIMBS.
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[11 Mar 2006|04:20pm] |
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A little while ago, Todd and I had a discussion about creating the "babel fish" that translated any existing language. Projects like this are real, and i'm going to contribute to this one way or another.
In the same conversation he said he was going to become and engineer. He wants to nuke the world while saving some survivors in a spaceship and showing them that money is useless. Er, i'm going to be saved...i guess.
In other news, my parents are raping my bank account by forcing me to buy land for them in the desert. I have the pleasure of having 500 dollars deducted out of my checking every month. I am now currently binging on Bleach, ON TO EPISODE 64 AUGUAHUHAUGHAUGHUAHGUHAUHGAUGH IT MAKES MY PENIS HARD.
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| A woman |
[03 Jan 2006|03:19am] |
I was watching the exit today while I was at work in the airport checkpoint. A very fragile looking blonde woman with an english accent comes out of nowhere from behind me and incessantly goes on and on about how her house was flooded.
I tried calming her down, but it was like she wasn't hearing what I was saying and she kept on repeating, "I live near the Arden area, they're pumping the water out of my house. It's flooded four feet up and i've lost most of my life. Do you think it'll be alright?" It was really hard to look at her face because I couldn't tell her what to do, I think she was about to start crying on me.
She thanked me for listening to her and she said she was being picked up by some friends who were helping her out. I told her to have a good day and I wished for her life to get better.
I'm going to live in the sky, fuck sea level.
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ok, i've been neglecting a lot of people. i'm sorry. I'm going to try and put effort into making more time with core friends that i've been slipping with. My journal has gotten really sad and it hasn't had anything positive/creative for quite some time (in correlation with some things you can guess that has entered my life).
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| I just noticed |
[08 Aug 2005|03:29am] |
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This is where I come from in the gene pool
update about summer? I have some shit to work out. As in i had to take a fat shit brick and it made my asshole bleed. No really, it did.
OMG FANS I WILL DO A SUMMER FOLLOW-UP POST, BUT PROBABLY NOT BECAUSE I ALWAYS SAY I WILL POST. I LIKE TRICKING YOU LIKE HOW I TRICK LITTLE UNDERAGE BOYS WITH CANDY AND GIVING ME SEX.
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| YO IM ALIVE |
[05 Jul 2005|03:53am] |
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So todd is sleeping in my computer room right now. Anthony, Todd, and I were drinking for the 4th of July. I'm just kind of here, trying to sober up so i can take my brother to work in about 2 hours.
I must say that this week has been a pretty good week. I'm not going to be a faggot and say this is one of the happiest points in my life right now, because it's not. It would be more appropriate to say that i'm pretty content with what I have at the moment. Decent paying job/friends/girl that actually keeps it real.
I also got the fucking coolest birthday presents in my fucking life, mostly because they were only toys + games alone (something i've never received in my life) . Handcuffs + bubbles + plastic sword + lizard from Stacy at Togosssss, and battlefield 2 from anthony that almost made me nut my pants. I want to say i'm going ot post pictures of that shit in my next post, but you know that shit will never happen. OR WILL IT? You don't know because i'm going to keep you niggars guessing.
Oh yeah, i started the tsa job the other day. Everybody thinks i talk, stand, and look like (from the back) Anthony. That's cool, my balls are still pretty big.
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| Taking the day to write and say i'm sorry |
[23 Apr 2005|01:24pm] |
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"Gilbert
Good work. Your story does a good job of responding to the assignment. In your story I can clearly see all of the [Jhumpa] Lahiri elements you have set out to include. The story clearly has a beginning, middle, and end. I also like the combination of post modern online language/dialog and a fairly traditional boy/girl crush. I think what I like best about the story is the sort of genuine honesty that comes through. Despite the 'Dude where's my car' silliness of these characters, there is some real human emotion being played out as well, I'd like to see you develop some of that emotion. I'd like to see Rick do more self reflection (or at least set like he is doing some more self reflection) and I'd like to see the female characters take on a little greater depth. That said, you should feel good about this story. You have some nice moments. I wonder if you could do more with the conversation between Rick and his mom. What do you think?"
-Mr. Spurgeon
That was the feedback my english writing teacher gave me for my mid-term creative writing piece.
With that said, my response to him is that I would of liked to go more into my mom and the topic of "cultural conflict", but I had really limited space.
Today is my only free day to write this week so i'm seizing the opportunity to develop my story.
I've decided that i won't publicly release my story, but rather give my teacher a password to a blocked off section to my site to download. Jared came over and read the condensed version and LOVED IT. Jared is usually the type that can be really critical about that stuff that is potentially stupid so I take that as a good sign. It's not anything with hardcore "you-need-to-find-a-dictionary" vocabulary in it, because I was trying to write in the same style as Vonnegut, so my bad if you expect it to be some oxford quality english paper. Fuck you if you think vocabulary is tight.
Oh yeah...i'm sorry. But not for writing what I want to write about.
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| MY PICTURES ARE FUCKING TIGHT, READ HOW TIGHT THEY ARE. |
[07 Apr 2005|04:35pm] |
Parn85: yeah?
DOtGhAnDi: team 3d had a 3 year anniversary last night
DOtGhAnDi: on irc
DOtGhAnDi: and 1 of the things was like, if u can give a member a funny pic of team 3d, u win a prize
DOtGhAnDi: i used your pic at WCG2004 at san fran
DOtGhAnDi: and got 3rd place
DOtGhAnDi: rofl
Parn85: WHAT
Parn85: WAHT
Parn85: NO
DOtGhAnDi: i won like a steelpad mouspad
Parn85: OMFG
Parn85: lkashdlkahclk';ashc
DOtGhAnDi: haah
Parn85: dude that's hella badass
Parn85: which picture?
DOtGhAnDi: yea, i remember u posted it up on LJ
DOtGhAnDi: the 1 u were wearing a deathcab shirt
DOtGhAnDi: with some negro lookalike friend
DOtGhAnDi: http://www.whiteamericanrage.com//images/wcgs/wcg01.jpg
Parn85: OOHOHOHOHO
DOtGhAnDi: hahaha
DOtGhAnDi: so thank you
DOtGhAnDi: i need a new mouse pad anyways
Parn85: lol np man
DOtGhAnDi: i have an old beat up bestbuy brand mouse pad
DOtGhAnDi: it has a big best buy yellow logo on it
Parn85: i use a gotfrag pad, but I haven't played cs for hella dizays
DOtGhAnDi: hah
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| I've just been FUCKIN'...FUCKING |
[03 Apr 2005|07:57am] |
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Well this weekend wasn't a total fucking bust, I wanted to go out and drink with Todd and company, but some faggot dad had to get pissed at all of us for something one person did and ruined our saturday night. I guess the highlight would have to be going to Folsom which is surprisingly a fucking nice (as in rich) city, even though it has a prison.
I took my brother there for debut practice/say hi to Reyzamyne/Read up on Fight Club for English. I invited Reyz to visit my Kendo practice and she said she'd come and watch after work, which is tight, but I GUESS I FORGOT THE DIRECTIONS BLEH BLEH BLEH BLEH. That's alright because I get paid this Tuesday and I think i might have enough to pay for my Kendo armor (BOGU, YOU FCKING NOOBS). I'll ask her to come after i've gotten my armor and I can get all god damn hardcore. Thich means, ANT, WE GOTTA PUT AS MUCH ENERGY AS WE CAN WHEN WE GET OUR ARMOR, I NEED TO LOOK FIERCE LIKE A GAY TIGER HUNTING FOR A MATE THAT DOESN'T WANT IT...HELLA ANGUISH NIGGA. FUCKING ZANSHIN NIGGA, FUCKING ZANSHIN.
Ant and I have also attained a new drinking partner from thursday's round of pool with the other Kendo black belts, Vance, who is a pretty badass kendoist. We just "have to provide the bitches" because I guess he doesn't like to drink stag. Alright, I guess Robert is going to have to sacrifice his already loose butthole, again.
My new threadless shirts also came in a week ago, and i've gotten mixed opinions- half of people thinking it's totally homosexual, and the other half saying it's pretty tight. I really really really like it. As in the "I LOVE LOOOOOOOOOVE MY CAT" sense. Here I present to you "Afternoon Delight":
AS YOU CAN SEE, TWO UNICORNS FUCKING UNDER A MULTICOLORED ARCH (NOT RAINBOW). KIND OF LIKE HOW YOUR MOM AND I DO IT
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| YOU TRY TOO HARD DOUCHES |
[22 Mar 2005|08:26pm] |
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I'm pretty much making my entry in response to my english teacher, Mr. Spurgeon, since I know he'll be on my livejournal looking out for the full version of my mid-term creative writing paper. And I know he'll be checking it out because I made it a point on my mid-term paper that he come and download the full version of it when it is written.
He said that the best writers are ruthless in their craft and I think i'll take that in mind because the story is based on what's been happening for the past few months/weeks with a hint of dramatic flavoring to add to the bland flavor. A lot of people may not agree with their "mostly non-fictional" counterpart, but in most instances it is about how I view them, not how they view themselves. Evoking a strong reaction from people will be kind of fun. So along with publishing it online (on my livejournal) for my teacher and the world to download, i'm going to submit it to the American River Review to see where my writing ability stands in the area. I probably might submit a character sheet so people can see which person corresponds to who in real life.
So Mr. Spurgeon, PLEASE BE AWARE I'LL HAVE SOMETHING UP SOON.
By the way, the word on the street is you're trying (without much success) to put a move on my sister. I'll tear your soul apart if I even smell cuntshitdouchniggar around you.
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| OH MAN FCKING DUPED |
[09 Mar 2005|05:13pm] |
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ALRIGHT SO YOU KNOW THE STORY.
There's this girl that is a student at the Federico's Beauty College that i've been serving a lot at my work during lunch time. like BAM, i've served her about 3 of 4 times in a row and we've talked a little bit. And every fucking time I keep on forgetting to ask her name for her god damn number. (her name is Ameriel or something)
Well shit, I was fed up of just waiting around for her to come around so I decided to take matters into my own hands and request a day off to visit her at her work. THE PLAN...IT WAS SO PERFECT...COULD NOT FAIL.
The plan was:
1. Take rielle to federico's to get haircut
2. Talk to girl while rielle was getting haircut.
3. BAM get number, fgts
BUT NOOOOO it didn't work out that way. I was lubed up and got a nice veiny dildo to my ass. I wasn't allowed in the salon area at federico's so I didn't get to see the girl. BUT WAIT, my asshole gets even more raw from being pumped.
At work Hazel was like, "I think I met that girl you were talking about. She was asking where 'Gilbert was at.'" I hella didn't believe her because she likes to fuck around with me, but she hella described her perfectly. OMG I NEED A FUCKINGANGERPOWERJOFFANDSEMENIZEYOURFACE JACK OFF SESSION.
So there it goes, that's fucking karma biting me in the ass. I request the day off to talk to a girl, but she ends up trying to find me at work while i'm gone. You know there is some plot against me...Like all of the fgts in the world are jealous because they want my hot body, but they can't have me...they just can't have me...not my Kevin Bacon body.
I was going to post pictures of my anguish, but I have to re-register my domain. So i'm sorry, your joff sessions will have to wait. And I also have to go back to work because i'm working an 8 hour split shift at work.
The girl is genuinely beautiful, though. I know my taste in girls has been bad before, but I assure you this has to be the greatest looking one i've ever seen EVER.
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I refuse to believe anything that Marco told me. He couldn't even look me straight in the eyes during any part of the night. This is perfect for my short story project...i'm using it.
No, I didn't wake up randomly.
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