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2006 14 March :: 3.58pm
I can really not understand how people can be so dumb.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
It took me a year to believe it was over,
And it took me two more to get over the loss.
I took a beating when you wrote me those letters,
And every time I remembered the taste of your lipgloss.
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But enid we never really knew each other anyway.
There were times when I wanted to hurt you,
And there were times when I know that I did.
There were times when I thought I would kill you,
But can you blame me I was only a kid.
Tell me why we never respected each other.
And tell me why I never believed that you were a person too.
I always thought that you fancied my brother.
I may not have liked it, oh but memory is a strange thing, oh, and enid?
Enid I remember you.
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway,
But enid we never really knew each other anyway.
It took me a year to believe it was over,
And it took me two more to get over the loss.
I took a beating when I wrote you those letters,
And every time you told me to get lost.
Now it’s not fair to say that it’s
’cause I was three inches shorter then,
And it’s not fair to say that it’s ’cause
I was only fifteen years old.
But maybe it’s fair to say it was a lack of communication,
I took a phone message, oh and speaking of communication,
Oh, and enid,
Enid you got a cold.
I can get a job I can pay the phone bills
I can cut the lawn, cut my hair, cut out my cholesterol
I can work overtime I can work in a mine
I can do it all for you,
But I don’t want to.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Enid we never really knew each other anyway.
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway,
But enid we really never knew each other anyway
I can teach you how to dance, how to sing, how to knit,
How to make things that you never ever made before
Enid, I can teach you how to use cookie cutters
To make crazy things out of play-doh.
Little houses, little farms, little accessories for your mom,
For your barbie set, for your friends and your family
Enid, I can teach you how to snowmobile, cross-country ski, snowshoe,
But I don’t want to!
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Enid we never really knew each other anyway
Maybe we always saw right through each other anyway
But enid we really never knew each other anyway
I took you dancing, paid for your nightschool.
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tuwang
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2006 14 March :: 12.28am
I feel like ranting...
I think I've decided that I totally, and completely hate people of religion, for the most part... well, that's tough to say and is pretty broad so let me do this by expample...
por ejemplo:
I am talking with someone about something. Doesn't matter what subject. Talking talking talking... "Do you pray?"
BAM!!! you don't even see it coming, has nothing to do with anything. It's just that they've been told to get other people to join so they can get enough money to have their lazer tag party and haven't yet figured out how to ease their way into the subject. So instead they charge in like a member of an old germanic tribe and ask you " Do you pray?"
Well, I'm not one to stay on this subject because I only become depressed or angered... so I say " Yes ". I promptly get the response. " Oh, thank goodness..."
Now hang on a minute... what the hell is that supposed to mean? Does that mean that if I don't pray you're pretty sure I'm a bad person and that you've wasted the past 15 minutes having a decent conversation with a human being? Because , heaven forbid, you have a conversation with a mere mortal... And why can't you just say thank god anyway? Are you so scared of this obniscient being that you can't even thank him? It's not like you're dropping a GD... which I can understand being upset over.
And then you get filled with stories about how they had some experience with jesus and a mirror... always with jesus and a mirror...
and lately to me, it seems like everyone is joining the godly bandwagon. Which means I'm either missing something or I'm just dumb. or both. And with girls especially. It seems really difficult to communicate with a godly girl. They just seem to be too high up there and so good that you can't talk to them. And they probably won't talk to you. And it's mostly girls jumping on this god band wagon. It's really depressing when girls won't talk to you because you aren't godly enough, or look at you wierd because you are very open to not godly things. I mean, I'm not going around, jerking off, having sex with whores, doing heroine, and swearing... or atleast all at once... ( that's a joke , to all you bible thumpers)
And really, I'm all for freedom of speech, freedom of religion, ect... but I mean, stop using it as a means of judgement. It's like a competition... everyting is a god damn competition...
That's another thing, I hate competition. Yet I do it. Or atleast I'm always trying to compete. It's just aggrivating. I can't just let things go... I just get in that zone and I want people to say, oh he's good, but it doesn't happen because I'm not at alot of the things I compete in.
and now I've gone and pissed kelly off
(P.S. kelly, I can't go in anyway, because technically I'm not here)
Is there ladies out that that won't press religion on me and won't compete with me? that would be nice...
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Rachely
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2006 13 March :: 9.04pm
I had the greatest weekend ever (well, since last summer at least). It was definitely the weather. Spent the night with friends on Friday, then we (Cassie, Terry, Mikey, & Sarah) spontaneously decided to go rollerblading on Saturday. Mikey and I didn't even have any so we had to go to Meijer to get some. We went 8 miles, which was stupid to do since I haven't rollerbladed for years and years, and now my legs hurt. Then I went with Cassie to Terry and Mikey's mom's house. She was drunk so she was funny. It was a good day. I can't wait till the weather stays nice and I can go out all the time. And I love you honey =]
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JediBumblebee
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2006 13 March :: 6.02pm
Mattel announces the release of models of Limited Edition Barbie dolls for the Metro Grand Rapids Market:
Hudsonville Barbie: This born again version of the previous Barbie comes with a New Testament Bible. Her hands are flexed in the praise position and she gazes upward. While she drives a mini van, it comes with 3 different bumper stickers, Choose Life, Jesus is My Co-Pilot, and WJQ 99.3. As a bonus, she comes with a Crissy doll who was student of the month at the Home Schooled Society.
Cascade Barbie: Has freshness date on package. Do not buy after that date or product may be spoiled rotten. Comes with no appreciation for how the other 95% live. Does not have career or an idea of what makes her happy. When bought in conjunction with Hard Working Ken, she will change her appearance . . .will gain 75 lbs., will cut her hair, and belittle anyone who crosses her. No one, including Ken, is right, ever. Ken's head melts after 17 years.
Sparta Barbie: This pale model comes dressed in her own Wrangler Jeans two sizes too small, a NASCAR shirt, and has a tattoo of a Tweety bird on her shoulder. She has big, stiff hair, a six-pack of BUD long-necks, and a Hank Williams, Jr., CD set. She can spit over 5 feet and can kick mullet-haired Kenny doll's ass when she's drunk. Purchase her pick-up separately and get its Confederate flag bumper stickers absolutely free. Comes with personal concealed gun license.
East Grand Rapids Barbie: This yuppie Barbie comes with a choice of a BMW sports car or a souped-up H2. Included is her Starbucks cup, credit cards, and country club membership. Also available for this set are Shallow Ken and Private School Skipper.
Wyoming Barbie: This tobacco-chewing, brassy-haired Barbie has a pair of high-heeled sandals with one broken heel from the time she chased beer-gutted Ken out of Sparta Barbie's house. Her make-up is dark red lip liner with your choice of lips covered in a sparkly pink or no fill-in at all. Her ensemble includes low-rise acid-washed jeans with assorted colored G-strings that stick out the back and a white see-through halter top. Accessories include a CD player equipped with Bon Jovi CD and a rusty old Ford pickup.
Plainfield Barbie: This Barbie is the same model of Barbie that was released in 1982. She comes with shoulder pads, dark polyester skirt, white pantyhose, and a bad haircut.
Heritage Hill Barbie: This doll, made of actual tofu, has long gray hair and arch less feet, sandals with white socks, no makeup, doesn't shave, and has a mutt. She prefers that you call her "Willow". She thinks Paul Wellstone was a Republican.
Rockford Barbie: This trendy homemaker Barbie is available with your choice of Lexus SUV or Chrysler Town & Country minivan. Her vehicle is used for youth athletic taxi service only. She gets lost easily and has no full-time occupation. Traffic jamming cell phone sold separately. Optional matching gym outfit.
Grandville Barbie: This collagen-injected, rhino-plastic Barbie wears a leopard-print ski outfit and drinks cosmopolitans while she entertains friends at the club. Limited clothing available. Designer mini-skirts and CFM's constitute 90% of her wardrobe. Percocet prescription available. Elderly Ken completes this set. The pre-nup papers are as worthless as the Chinese-made paper they are printed on.
Comstock Park Barbie: This model is only available at the JC Penney Catalog Store or at any parochial school bazaar. It cannot be purchased on Saturday night (because of Trivia nights) or on Sundays (Sunday school class). It comes with a case of Stroh?s Beer, pork steaks, a recipe for Hash Brown Casserole, a 1987 Plymouth Voyager, and one cell phone (circa 1982, big as a toaster) with 15 anytime minutes. She is wearing the latest fashion from Big Lots that she wore on Easter Sunday. It also comes with Ken wearing the latest U of M T-shirt (two sizes too small), a sack of White Castles, and a 72 ounce Big Gulp.
Grand Rapids Barbie: This recently paroled Barbie comes with a 9 mm handgun, a Ray Lewis knife, a Chevy with tinted windows, and her own Meth Lab kit. This Barbie also comes with 6 children by four different Kens.
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tuwang
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2006 10 March :: 7.44pm
I thought that I would find out what I really am... and this is the shit I get...
no help at all...
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JediBumblebee
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2006 2 March :: 7.52pm
155 days.
OMFG.
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Tuwang
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2006 2 March :: 10.16am
Lookin like a long day ahead of me kids... I'm tired as hell and i have to wait till 6. Kind of sucks.
Later then...
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tuwang
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2006 28 February :: 12.13pm
I think.. no I know that I am being slowly driven insane by my utter inability to do what I say I'm going to do... It's sort of like that "you can't do anything right" feeling, but with the conscienceness of knowing that it is infact your fault.
Damnit, I just did it again...
I'm thinking about chopping my hair all off, or letting it grow out. I'll let the democratic system decide this one... insert your votes.
I can see this making me feel bad about my looks...
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2006 26 February :: 7.49pm
oi.
journal.
i almost forgot this was here..
i guess things are going pretty well for me.
since the last update, i have...
1. Visited Denver
2. Quit both of my jobs
3. Gotten a new job
4. Visited Michigan
5. Bought an iBook
6. Started painting
7. Had 2 paintings hung in a contemporary bistro in the city
8. Visited Milwaukee
9. Gotten an apartment in the city
...and I guess those are the big things. Many, many small occurences. Also, I don't think I ever mentioned before that I found a great guy last June. Yep.. things are going pretty well. I love my job, I love painting.. I'm planning on going to school soon-- although I've been saying that for a while. I always get too immersed in my work... but I'm trying really hard not to this time.
Although, work has been crazy this past week. I've been handed the biggest account the company has. The lady handling it before is ass-backwards, so I've been spending off-the-clock hours trying to figure out my own way of organizing everything. This is going to take forever.
Oh well, I still love it and they love me. I've immediately become the computer-literate golden child. They have some big e-commerce type accounts for me to set up in addition to managing the one we already have set up. AND I had my first business meeting on Thursday. It's a big change from working at the newspaper and in the restaurant, and it's really great.
Anyways, that's all.. have a good night everyone.
"I don't have to listen to you. You're a dog. You don't have a soul"
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JediBumblebee
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2006 26 February :: 7.26pm
Made a final decision.
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tuwang
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2006 23 February :: 11.16am
So the kid says...
"Well, cigarette companies won't put money into curing cancer because that would disprove their theory that cigarettes cause cancer..."
I know... and the worst part is that about half the class gave the good old... "mm hmmm" of agreeance after he made this uncanny statement.
but me, with my finely tuned bullshit prevention system, had to argue
"I'm pretty sure we are all know that cigarettes cause cancer..."
when did this thought even come into his mind? Are you fucking stupid? I went on with:
" Alot of research went into this, it wasn't some doctor arguing with a corporate head like babies. I'm sure, after this doctor has provided irrefutable (sp) evidence ,that there's some head of a tobacco company that argues, " I do not believe that ciggarettes cause cancer..." and then everyones like
" well, the guy in the nice suit does have a point..."
" yeah, he's right..."
Then I said..
" and that's my point if you completely ignore the fact that they put a goddamn sticker on every pack that says. " FUCK TARD, SMOKING THIS SHIT MAY CAUSE DEADLY CANCER!"
Then everyone did the "mm hmmm" of agreeance with me...
maybe we should just install a hand that comes out and back hands you when you try to smoke... Nobody can want to smoke so bad that they can completely ignore being bitch slapped like a new york whore everytime they try to consume your menthol flavored doom... I'd actually appreciate it, it would stop me from doing it...
who the fuck smokes menthols anyway? who thinks that just because it's mint flavored it's going to taste better, and/or make your breath not smell like a gorilla's flaming bowell movements...
I had a good coma yesterday...
God damn. anyways, been pretty bored... how is everyone?
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tuwang
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2006 14 February :: 12.31pm
only three classes left... one of which being russian. This shouldn't take very long.
P.S. A small unknown fact about me... In 5th grade I had dennis rodman shoes...
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tuwang
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2006 14 February :: 10.48am
*mellodramatic sigh*
another valentines day...
Insert lonely story cliche here...
now I wait for beautiful women to respond saying that they desire my company to be their valentine...
and now chris responds, to my dissapointment, with his flamboiant comment, followed by phil who is using 1337 speak...
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Tuwang
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2006 7 February :: 12.47pm
I think karmas finally after me...
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