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why the hell |
October 7th, 2008 @ 11:46pm |
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is everyone so paired off and happy and not single?
I finally met someone new and awesome at work.
SHE'S ENGAGED. Fuck my life. |
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Weapons of Choice |
September 21st, 2008 @ 12:01am |
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The gun in my off-hand must be carefully calibrated in order to be effective. All these options and variables to consider--- but really, there's only one real way to make it work. After all, these beasts all wear the same clothing. It's what's on the inside that gets me the bounty.
Carefully aimed at the monster's only real point of weakness, the combination sonic-infrared blast annihilates the shroud of mystery that surrounds these cardboard savages.
Now begins the fun part; This beast is just like the rest of them: bland, bleak and worthless to me and the... forces, if you will, that hired me. My right hand holds a small and very sharp blade specialized for this task. Pulling my charge from the shelf I quickly dissect the offending creature. First the bandages holding it's frail shell together; they melt to my blade like butter. The perforated folds of it's skin yield to quick swipes across the surface, before--finally--I pull the beast's head back and slit it's throat.
There's no blood, but the skin slides off neatly to reveal equally portioned items, marked for individual sale.
This is how I spend my days. It's not as exciting as it sounds, but it pays well. At least for now. |
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Where does $125,000 a year go? |
September 6th, 2008 @ 6:47pm |
Not to the bills or to pay for college or anything useful.
I'm going to get so fucking tired of getting up every morning at 5:30 to drive everyone around all day. To be fair, I am the only one here with a car and no job and no school.
But with one working car in the family and me starting work this week, how the fuck is that going to work?
At least I still have the internet, right? All my troubles can be absolved while I'm online! But only for five minute intervals, because we have to steal WiFi from our neighbors, and if a significantly large vehicle drives by the signal is interrupted. You know how annoying it is to play WoW--or any game, for that matter--while you're getting disconnected every five minutes? Fuck.
Here's some advice for everyone out there starting their senior year *coughmichelle*: Don't ever make any plans. Ever. They don't mean a damned thing in this world. Sure, it's fun to sit down and plan everything out when you're a naive little froshie in high school, but you should have figured it out when the administration royally ass-fucked you over your schedule every year. Nobody cares about you. They only care about their cross-country runners getting all the school's scholarship money when they don't need it so I can get kicked out of college because my parents didn't pay the agreement they PROMISED ME THEY'D PAY.
jfeiwuseijrdkslheprhdjskaljhn3k2ioyhrieajkewlquipruejifdksmal;pioruiejdskaGAH.
Girlfriends are meaningless, but I want one.
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Ok, I'll update again |
August 21st, 2008 @ 10:14pm |
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Turns out love ain't for me.
Things I need:
1) My family to get smarter about monies.
2) Job experience.
3) A new computer.
4) A car.
5) Credit.
6) New friends.
7) Someone to always count on.
'nuf said? And for some reason August 13th is much too late for my last post. |
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Someone told me to write more often |
June 22nd, 2008 @ 12:00am |
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HA i'm sorry.
I thought I had something meaningful to say.
Except that I'm falling out of love with the one I thought I'd spend a significant portion of my life with,
and into love with this crazy little woman with an immature git of a boyfriend.
The funniest thing is, it's been going on for the last MONTH AND A FRIGGIN' HALF.
Wait, isn't this the blog only one other person knows about?
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Isn't she the subject?
DAMNIT I GON' FOIL'did MAHSELF AGIN |
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I must ask, kind internet: What's the fucking point? |
March 24th, 2008 @ 12:00am |
So I haven't touched this thing in quite some time.
The main reason has been baseball. Pretty fucking big time sink if you ask me. Every afternoon spent in tight pants and long sleeves running around working my ass off to pretend to be good at this silly game-- all for what?
Sit down in the bullpen and watch my team lose, game after game?
It hurts even more when we lose because the dumbass they put behind the plate can't block worth shit and the go-ahead run scores on a pass ball.
Whatever.
In other news, I'm 19!...
I like my emotional use of punctuation.
Whatever.
What. The fuck. Ever.
Meanwhile, I'm running myself into debt for school. I'm barely able to keep my head above the water in Calculus and get decent enough grades for any sort of financial aid-- but that's not gonna happen. Not at all.
Not at all.
Rayni moves down at the end of the week. I can't wait to start seeing her every day again... It'll be like highschool, only we'll know the other exists. There should be lots of "good morning, beautiful" days in my future.
Anyways, I have to go now. time to smack some baseballs around and watch as the last four years repeats itself again: I work my ass off and watch my heart get broken by this stupid game, again.
Fuck this fucking game.
Good day. |
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Of lawn gnomes and one night stands--- |
October 27th, 2007 @ 12:00am |
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Hopefully, the right person gets that inside joke.
In a way that MySpace never could fulfill, I need a place to vent my thoughts without risk of seeming too "extreme." The person referenced above is the perfect outlet for that. My parents aren't going to know this exists; that's the main point. My girlfriend probably won't either, at least not for a very long time. That's the secondary point. The tertiary point? Michelle is amazing and I want a new way to interact with her. Although she seems to think that she can get anyone to fall in love with her. Right. All I did was trade ice cream for wacky mac. If that's love, then I'm in deep shit.
Girlfriend. That's a funny word. Not as funny as fiance, but still. I don't have a fiance.
It's funny that I feel content, or something like it, after I got cheated on. Last time, it pissed me off. Especially because Gabby Young used it as an excuse to break up with me. I still don't get how she got the upper hand in that relationship. Whatever.
With Rayni, it's different. First of all, she didn't have sex with some other guy while holding off on me like Gabby did. Instead, she made out with someone and called me the next day to tell me. And in order to prevent it from happening again, she's moving down here to start school at SOCC. It also gives her a chance to gain freedom from want. If you know what that means. No, it's not sex.
Freedom from want. That's all I want, ironically enough. I want a $15,000 loan that guarantees I'll never have to worry about paying for school again. It would also get me a really nice laptop that can do a hell of a lot more than this piece of shit hand me down. Like play WoW for five minutes without the framerate dropping down around 12 frames per second. Noah sits there on his Dell XPS pumping out a solid 70 FPS in the heat of battle with half of a 40-man raid on his screen and I'm lagging out when I pull aggro on too many mobs.
You may be asking, why are you playing WoW, Shank? Isn't that for geeks who have money to blow?
No, it's not. It's actually a lot more fun than I thought. It measures accomplishment, encourages interaction, and forces you to think to be successful, all for less than half the cost people pay to stare at the pretty box with all those fascinating colors and sounds.
I noticed I haven't really been feeling much of anything besides a noticable lack of physical pain. It's not like my legs don't *want* to hurt. They want to hurt. They just don't, and I don't understand why. I stretch, I run, I lift, yet they still ache for more strain. Sometimes I think that if electricity were to shoot up from the floor and through all my limbs the release would be more enjoyable than an orgasm. Kind of like turning Super Saijen or something.
Anyways, I think I'm finding that when I don't allow myself to feel anything at all I can pretend to be happy. It's a mask that fools the most perceptive among us.
It's time for bed. I have practice at eight o' fucking clock in the morning. On a Saturday. I should be partying right now like all the other college kids, but *NO*. Sports are important or something. It's not like THAT's gonna pay for college.
Peace to all. |
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