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joeydomina

:: 2008 4 February :: 5.41am

I have work today and then tomorrow then off Wednesday but I really don't care. I need a job that I have fun at because I get more pissed each day I go in. I hate jumping jobs but trust me this is no laughing matter. I mean yeah I get paid to work out but at the same time it costs alot of money to feed myself. well anywho off to work I go Hi ho Hi ho.

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eddy

:: 2008 4 February :: 5.28am


I have A-ha's "Take on Me" and Taco's "Puttin' on the Ritz" stuck in my head.


Thank you Family Guy.

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eddy

:: 2008 4 February :: 3.42am


So wear me like a locket around your throat,
I'll wear you down, I'll watch you choke.
You look so good in blue, you look so good in blue.

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runningfreak

:: 2008 31 January :: 11.45am
:: Mood: Sore/tired/irritated

Once Again...

I had a specfic reason for not getting a white car and that was because nobody can see it in the snow and I think people just hate my car

Examples:

1.) Backed in to in the parking ramp at school last winter
2.) Ticket
3.) Backed in to at H2 parking lot and took off this January
4) Rear ended yesterday and took off

All in less than a year

Story of my life.

But I look on the bright in that I can still drive my vehicle.

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charlessumnerthatsickfuck

:: 2008 24 January :: 10.29pm

zombies
Zombie Attack Plan

1) At first site or word of an undead threat go to the basement and gather your zombie attack pack.*
2) Lock doors of house and barricade windows if the undead are not within site. If zombies are within site, move to the roof immediately and quietly.
3) Lay flat on the roof covered in a blanket. The zombies can’t distinguish the blanket from the roof, due to their stupidity. If you do not cover yourself, they will mob your house, aware of your location.
4) Once the zombie mob has moved to a new location (confirmed by the absence of moaning and shrieking), quickly and quietly zombie proof the vehicle of choice. If a cargo/ passenger vehicle and a truck are available, choose both. Include a bike rack on top and grids over window. It should have a large, covered cargo space, high clearance and be in good mechanical shape. An automatic is preferable to a stick, as not all members of your party will be able to use a stick. Siphon gas out of all vehicles in a visible range. Store the gas in a sealable container. Load your vehicle with food supplies, weaponry, a CB radio and tools (including your zombie attack pack). Leave pets and large valuables at home, making individual provision for them.
5) Ask other CB operators what routes are clear. After deciding on the most secure root, advance with haste to a country location with a large body of water. City ports will be crawling with undead. Any of the great lakes will do, or a ocean. Mine is Lake Michigan.
6) After arriving at your secure country area, load your supplies directly onto the largest boat available. While part of your party is unloading, other will stand ready for defense. Board the boat and sail away from shore. It is unknown what zombie aptitude is in water.

7) Good luck!


This has been Baylee's seven steps to surviving a zombie attack. If you take the precaution of preparing a zombie attack pack then these seven steps should ensure your survival in case of a outbreak.
*ATTACK PACK CONTENTS
1) Weapons
a. Long range
i. Gas bombs
ii. Sniper riffles
iii. Cross Bows^
iv. Grenades
v. Flame throwers
vi. Rocket launchers
b. Close Range
i. Baseball Bats^
ii. Golf Clubs^
iii. Shovels^
iv. Shotguns
v. Swords^
vi. Machetes^
2) Navigation
a. Compass
b. Road Maps
c. Nautical Maps
3) Communication
a. CB Radio
b. 2 way radios
c. Crank powered AM/FM radio
4) Cloths Tight fitting and durable
a. sneakers and socks
b. Long-sleeved leather jackets
c. Ski masks or bike helmets
d. Warm thick pants
5) Food
a. Canned meat
b. Potatoes
c. Vegetables
d. Fruits
e. Vegetable / fruit seeds
f. Chocolate*
6) Tools
a. Skeleton Key set
b. Bikes
c. Spare tire and iron/air pump
d. Penicillin, syringe and needle
e. Towel *
f. Harmonica *

* Optional
^ means this weapon is preferable

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spud

:: 2008 24 January :: 4.18pm
:: Mood: frustrated

i had a bunch of weird dreams last night. the one that sticks out to me in particular is the one where i was with emily, (i can't remember what we were doing) and i got a loose tooth. but we were running around, trying to get shit done, and all of a sudden i pulled it out. it didn't hurt, but it was absolutely MAMMOTH, and it left a bunch of chunks in my mouth, which i then had to spit out, which struck me as odd. but apparently nobody else found it bizarre that a 21 year old had just lost his tooth, and so the dream just kept right on cruising.

i ran into a bunch of problems with my film project yesterday. i'm kinda pissed, but i'll get over it. hopefully i finish in time.

and i resolved to call up on my W-2s and see where the hell they're at, like a responsible person, and the people all said that i wouldn't have them until the first week of february. fuckers. way to wait until the last possible second.

so then i was like, "well, i'll do as much of the fafsa as i can without my tax info," but noooo, the fafsa website had to go and crash on me too.

i swear to god. it's like a sign telling me that i'm supposed to give up. because every time i try, i get pushed aside or yelled at or in some way usurped, and i'm just fucking tired of it. i'm losing sleep, having weird dreams, freaking out on people that don't deserve it.

and now i can barely keep my eyes open.

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spud

:: 2008 21 January :: 8.32pm

crazy ass shit
this is ridiculous. nothing is working out cleanly or adding up evenly.

which means the great sheep in the sky didn't like my emo entry about how i'm pissed at it. but i'm not pissed anymore. so it should be nice to me and make the stars align once again.

i'm sorry, oh aviary ovine! i didn't mean to upset you. may your wool grow long and thick! and may your first child be a masculine child! i suck at forcing things to work. which is why it's so much more pleasant for everyone involved when you make things line up properly, so i don't have to mash them together in my rudimentary way.

that would be super-duper.

p.s.

basically, all this means is that i had avoided making plans so we could go get the car tomorrow, but they never confirmed with me, so i had this empty day ahead of me, with a shit-ton of stuff to get done, and a couple of hours ago, bruce called me and said, "so, you busy tomorrow?"

and then this weekend, kristi was like "so you wanna go to president's ball?" and i was like "yeah, that'd be fun!' but it turns out that it's the weekend of winter camping.

so, i'm fucking retarded, and the world hates me. scheduling conflicts galore, and my laziness has placed me squarely behind the eight ball in so far as the amount of shit that needs to be accomplished within a certain time frame.

fuckin' a.

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spud

:: 2008 20 January :: 5.34pm
:: Mood: sleepy

i think i might lay down for a bit.

addison might stop by later. it's been a fun weekend. too bad i didn't get any work done, and now all i want to do is sleep and watch movies. the side effects of michigan winter.

yepper.

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joeydomina

:: 2008 19 January :: 6.28pm

I am loving my new Rock Band game. Oh and I believe Lallo [edit] and Jackie [edit] will love the fact that Q.O.T.S.A. is on it. Very great game and I recommend it to anyone who loves Guitar Hero. :D

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spud

:: 2008 17 January :: 3.10pm
:: Mood: exhausted

Dear Whatever-you-are,

why the hell do you do this to me? what have i done to earn such torment?

is this all for my personal growth? one of those life-lessons where the pain is just part of the process - to progress?

well fuck that. it's like when you go weightlifting. you're supposed to be sore the next day. you rip your muscles, they repair, they get stronger. but if you overwork them, they rip too far, they have a much harder time repairing, and ultimately don't get any stronger. they just get miserable for awhile.

now, i'm not saying i'm miserable. and there's no REAL reason for me to hurt. and i'm not even sure hurt is an adequate term. but at the very least, it's difficult for me to cope with all of the different situations and expectations that i find myself in. and i get so sick and fucking tired of people thinking i'm awesome, me knowing i'm not, and then me disappointing them because i suck. and then i'm like "no, chris, the only reason you suck is because you tell yourself that. it's a self-fulfilling prophecy. so, all you need to do is just say that you don't suck, believe all of these people, because they're obviously right, and just go out and do the best you can do." and after i give myself this little pep talk, not only to i fail, although maybe not quite as badly as before, but i get the added perk of having all the people who just got done telling me not to sell myself short, telling me how badly i just fucked up, and they never would have thought it possible.

i didn't fuck it up on purpose just to prove something to all the people who believed in me. i didn't try not to fuck it up just to prove something to the non-believers, with the exception of myself. so why can't i just be content to fuck things up, have everyone else be fine with that too, and make six figures doing it? i see no flaw in that plan whatsoever.

but all i can figure, after all of these mixed signals you've given me, is that you aren't my homeboy, you're not trying to help me grow as a person, you're just fucking with my program, because it's fun. it's like feeding peanut butter to a dog. they trust you. they have faith in you. then you do something wholly unpleasant to them, merely for your own amusement. you are a saucy minx who likes toying with my emotions, and i honestly don't know how much longer i can cope with that. not that i really have a choice in the matter. but i seriously question how long it will take for me to get so disenchanted that i just give up and lie there, because i'm all out of other ideas, and i'm too tired to think of anything new.

i'm just grumpy and unappreciative. i'm sure it's just a phase, it will pass, and you will be understanding again. but for right now, fuck you. because it's still mean as hell to let me do this to myself.

sincerely,

Chris

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