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2002 2 October :: 7.43 pm
Dude, narly, bro, stoked...
I've turned into this ugly entity of self pity. A shell of a person with no inner-matter. It's all died.
Fuck this shit.
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2002 30 September :: 9.53 pm
:: Music: Incubus - Mexico
Adventures in franchises (sm)...
I'm facing off against this silouhette of a man. He's mysterious, and intangible.
My weapon of choice is my concrete ego-driven stubborness and naivete. His, is...Me.
I saw Brian Sherman (cough* I call him just Sherman) at the mall today. He was the first real senior I knew when I was a froshy. Well, he's a security guard now, he's 20, and he's still going to college. He looks old too, and makes me feel even older.
There's so many more things to say, but do I dare put them into digital text?
err, eh hem, "Fuck the police." lol. :)
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2002 29 September :: 7.22 pm
:: Music: Ben Kweller - Wasted and Ready
Privy...
My greatest fear is to exist without a meaning, and not to see a meaning in the future.
:(
I'm in this disposition where I could physically and mentally just literally say "fuck it" to almost everything.
I've turned into a complete asshole, and I don't like it.
I feel I can't change it though.
bleh.
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2002 29 September :: 3.25 pm
:: Music: Tweaker - Microsize Boy
Darling, Je vous aime beaucoup...
For two consecutive days I've had to bring up my atheism.
People's reactions are astounding, it's like I'm from a foreign country or something.
Oh, and I'm not going to neglect the factor of ostrasization.
Let me set the scenario for all you believers of religion/christians (sorry for singling out the god believers, but well, the majority of my friends are just those).
Ok, ready? Picture your life, only without the influence and decision making based ideology of the G-man. That's atheism.
If you can't imagine that, then you have no imagination, and I'm sorry.
Bleh, bleh.
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2002 23 September :: 9.36 pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails - Down In It
Penguins are natures scars...
Oh, mom.
I love you.
I never thought in my life you'd say the things you say.
*Hair Length-O-Meter: 4 and 1/8 inches.
So, like, today, Ryan, Me, Marty, Derreck, and Bobby went to McDonald's for lunch. During the orgasmic experience that McDonald's has to offer, I had to go to the bathroom. Well, as I was "zipping up", and old lady walks in. This whole time, I'm thinking, "urinal, urinal, urinal, there's urinal's in here for crying out loud!" It took her like 5 minutes to open the door. She walks into a stall then I half open the door and look at the gang to make sure they saw that whole thing. Sure enough, they did. We laughed until we almost shit our pants. :)
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2002 21 September :: 4.56 pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails - Burn
Smoking air...
"Shift"
Prick your needle like influence
Into my newly hardening skin
Let the infection run its course
before I can develop a barrier against
it
Yeah, and when the blood flows from
my subcutaneous leisions
You'll lick the secretion up
So I can't see how bad its coming
or how long its been happening
Only when I feel the effects
Will I realize how much of an
incompetent cretin I've really been
But, that's ok
You're on self-destruct
and when you go
You're going to take as many
as you can with you
It's my perrogative
and the only alternative
and it sounds so right, now
I can't reprogram it
It's prongs are secure
in my vessels
So, I'll ride it out
and let it take over
You'll be right there with me
while it consumes me
feeding off the agony its caused me
So, I hate you
Don't you?
That's ok
We have something better than
happiness or love
That bonds us indefinitely
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2002 21 September :: 11.22 am
:: Music: The Vagrants - Rosco
So, your Zuey...
I listened to myself talk yesterday,
and I've realized that I'm just as crazy as she is.
It just wasn't apparent to me. It's consumption.
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2002 19 September :: 7.07 pm
:: Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Sweet Sweet
A double blessing is a double grace...
Hamlet: Scene 3
Laertes
...Be wary then; best safety lies in fear;
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
Ophelia
...Do not, as some ungracious pastors do.
Show me the steep thorny way to heaven,
Whiles, like a puffed and reckless libertine,
Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads
And rocks not his own rede.
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2002 18 September :: 9.18 pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails - Dead Souls
Your dog's a seal...
Ha ha, I just don't know anymore.
sigh...
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2002 15 September :: 5.06 pm
:: Music: Sugarcult - Stuck In America
I pay taxes on him...
Three cups of coherence for me, with glucose and mammary fluids.
Look, If you ask me to go to homecoming, and I say "no, because I wasn't planning on going." Please don't translate that into something that it's not. Me and dances are like spicy foods and a 500 pound guy named Cedric who has a flaming alcer. Um, well, We don't get along.
Anyway, the good ol' homework is vocalizing my name.
Til' the morrow.
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2002 13 September :: 9.39 pm
:: Music: New Found Glory - My Friends Over You
We say stoked...
Your going to fucking fail, Your going to fucking fail. Blah, blah, blah.
Why are you so tired? Are you doing drugs again? blah, blah, blah.
Decay, that's what it is, it's all decaying right in front of my fucking face.
bleh, tired.
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2002 11 September :: 3.41 pm
:: Music: Nine Inch Nails - The Day the World Went Away (Quiet)
Gah...
Fuck It, and more importantly, fuck all of you. I get sick when I think of any and everyone of you.
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2002 9 September :: 1.52 pm
:: Music: Marilyn Manson - The Great Big White World
I use duracell for my pacemaker...
In space the stars are no nearer
They just glitter like a morgue
And I dreamed I was a spaceman
Burned like a moth in a flame
And our world was so fucking gone
But I'm not a attached to your world
nothing heals and nothing grows
Because it's a great big white world
And we are drained of our colors
We used to love ourselves,
We used to love one another
All my stitches itch
My prescriptions low, I wish you
were queen
Just for today
In a world so white what else can I say?
And hell was so cold
All the vases are so broken
And the roses tear our hands all open
Mother mary miscarry
But we pray just like insects
The world is so ugly now
(chorus)
*Scott Ritter, your my hero, you seem to be the only one who understands the atrocities the government has developing.
I guess if you have the power though, it is inevitable that you abuse it.
Only when we destroy ourselves, will we learn the humility of things. Fuck aesthetics.
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2002 6 September :: 5.32 pm
:: Music: Smashing Pumpkins - Sweet Sweet
Elmo the killer eagle...
Meap Michigan Merit Award performance levels:
Level 1 Endorsed - Exceeded Michigan Standards
Level 2: Endorsed - Met Michigan Standards
Level 3: Endorsed - Basic Level
Level 4: Not Endorsed
My (Meap) performance levels:
Mathematics: Level 4
Reading: Level 2
Science: Level 2
Social Studies: Level 2
Writing: Level 2
Yeah, you can suck my ass Michigan Board of Education, I'm going to take the test again, get all level 1's. Then, take the pre-existing test, and shove it right up your asses.
So, neh :P
mwah ha ha ha ha!
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2002 5 September :: 8.56 pm
:: Music: Fenix TX - Katie W.
Unisex...
Sigh, I can't win.
bleh.
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