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2005 26 December :: 11.09am
:: Music: Ashlee Simpson - Burning Up
Q: What's better than seeing Adrien Brody?
A: Seeing Adrien Brody on a giant screen for three hours.
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2005 25 December :: 7.41pm
Crash.
If you haven't seen the movie Crash see it. Now.
I don't even want to let anyone borrow it. Buy it. You'll end up buying it if you rent/borrow it anyway. I promise. :)
Thanks for telling me about it Erika. I know I've all ready seen it, but this time it really sank in.
It's the sense of touch. Any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people. People bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We're always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.
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2005 25 December :: 4.27pm
:: Music: Kanye West - Hey Mama
I love Kanye.
Well, I got..
-Pink Floyd Hoodie (It's sweeet)
-2 Zip up sweaters
-2 Shirts
-Underwear
-Makeup, nail polish
-Lotion, bodywash, and junk like that
-Like 18 pairs of socks
-$100
-$50 Gift Card to Best Buy
-$15 Gift Card to Target
-Argyle purse (It's so cute!)
-Did I mention LOTS OF SOCKS?!
-Crash [DVD]
-Bewitched [DVD]
-Ashlee Simpson - I am me [CD]
-Mp3 Player
-Some jewerly
-Lucky perfume
-Adidas perfume
-Candy!
I think that's about it. It was cool, my mom put $20 bills in random presents. Those were kinda fun to find. (That's where the $100 came from). After I return some of the stuff I got that didn't fit I'll have more money, so that's cool. And I think I'll be returning my mp3 player to get one that will hold more songs. I don't know though.
Oh, look at that. I'm rambling on and on about presents. It's about Jesus, silly me! Go Jesus. Even though I'm Agnostic, yeah!
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2005 25 December :: 11.53am
:: Music: Ashlee Simpson - Eyes Wide Open
Candy...mmm.
I thought and thought of ways to make Christmas better for the guys and this is all I came up with. I think she's pretty hot.
Read more..
Anyway..have a wonderful, delicious, magical Christmas everyone.
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2005 24 December :: 9.57am
Senior Pictures.
I want you to choose your favorite picture. I do realize these pictures aren't that great. I am not paying $400 for senior pictures and I don't really care as long as it's not another one of those fucking school pictures on our ID's.
1. I do realize that I look pissed off in the first one, no need to point that out.
2. I am also aware I only have one eye in the second one.
3. I did notice that you can't really see my face too well in the third one, I just like the picture.
Tell me your favorite photo, don't be an ass. That's all. Thanks.
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2005 30 November :: 11.00pm
Hiya there Tueday; I swerved into the maelstrum palisade of Lystra'
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2005 26 November :: 10.08pm
:: Mood: confused
:: Music: Motograter-- Get Back
Oi Vey
Yeah I know Im really half assedly...(quarter assedly?)updating this thing but yeah, sue me. Anyhow, Two years with Meredith as of yesterday. Pretty cool considering us sometimes, and my luck with the lady folk. As vile and evil as you may be sometimes your all so cute...no...thats a lie, your all vile and evil, but a few of you have managed to find a special place in my heart, and a certain one has managed to find a special place within my life, hopefully for an eternity.
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2005 25 November :: 2.13pm
There used to be a girl on this site who used the handle "Porcelain."
I miss her. She was cool. Every time I log on and think about how much respect I had for her. Unfortunately, her mother found her blog and she had to leave us. Then her journal was wiped out in the Great Deletion of Unpaid Journals.
Well, Porcelain. Here's to you, wherever you are. I haven't forgotten.
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2005 25 November :: 1.59pm
Proof that I'm becoming an elitist condescending adult:
Every time I see an entry on a weblog that looks like this:
"oh man why cant i just have love but no one will love me becaus i suck and there's no way anyone can love a thing like me because i suck and everything i do cuz i have no worth and i should just die becaues n oone cares and ill never ever be loved and i'm so alone and theres no hope for me cuz no one understands"
...The first thing I want to do is look for the person's age. It could be the bad grammar. It could be the lack of capitalization or punctuation. It could be the lack of specific explanations or thought of any kind. But the main thing is, I doubt the maturity of entries like this. The people I've kept on my friends list use proper English, and sometimes proper French or Japanese as well.
The other reason I doubt the maturity of these bloggers is that, yes. I'm like everyone else. If I'm supposed to believe that someone who's never worried about the cost of food or where they'll be living in a few months' time has problems worth reading, I want to read some kind of actual justification. Just because this is the internet doesn't mean you're excused from actual communication.
In conclusion: Quit your bitching or at least start bitching in a way that makes people believe your problems have some relevance.
This time of year I'm thankful for a lot of things. I'm thankful that no matter what has happened to me or is likely to happen, my problems will still never be that bad. I look at victims of wars, diseases and natural disasters all over the world and see that it can always be worse. I have it pretty damn good, and so do most people who live in an area where computer access makes blogging possible.
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2005 25 November :: 1.57pm
I'm getting my WIS teeth out over winter break. As a result, my mother wants me to plan to be totally incapacitated for two weeks. This is the royal edict. This means I cannot plan to go to Brian's house over break. Why can't we just see what happens and maybe I'll be able to do it? Fantastic question! Because! My mother is buying me plane tickets. She will be doing this within the next day or two. This means that she'll be buying me a ticket back to Indianapolis. This means that the Fords couldn't drive me home to Indy without wasting a perfectly good plane ticket.
This all has one grand implication. I stay with my parents and endure not only oral surgery but four weeks around them, or else be a selfish ungrateful bitch for not wanting to be away from Brian for that long. That's what it means. And there's nothing I or anyone else can do about it.
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