| Ahahaha |
[Jun. 8th, 2007|09:53 am] |
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According to LiveJournal, it's been 74 weeks since I updated. Haha. Sweet. |
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| Jealous of the rhyme and the rhyme routine |
[Dec. 14th, 2005|12:14 pm] |
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| |  cold | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bob Dylan - My Back Pages | ] |
Just checking: If I had a dream last night in which I took a shower with The Scarlet Witch, does that make me the biggest nerd on the planet? |
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| I am brilliant |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|10:57 pm] |
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| |  discontent | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rob Zombie - Dragula | ] |
I've come up with a few ideas for movies.
In the first, the main character will be a badass street racer who must battle corrupt, uhh, somebody, while avoiding the cops and dealing with all the other stuff badass street racers deal with. Oh, and he's a vampire. It's called "The Fast and the Dracula."
The second is a sequel, entitled "2 Fast 2 Dracula."
Finally, the third movie will be about a vampire who got AIDS from biting some guy and gets fired from his job as a vampire. It will use the script of Philadelphia word for word, but will be called "Fagula" or "Gayula" or "AIDSadelphia." I haven't decided. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 15th, 2005|11:47 am] |
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| | hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Queen - Hammer To Fall | ] |
Man, I had quite a dream last night.
I dreamt I got an e-mail from everyone's favorite bastard half-breed, Mari, (ok, I suppose Lindsey is a bastard half-breed, too, so I can't play favorites), announcing that she was pregnant. The implication, however, was that my actions were responsible for said condition. Sadly, these actions must have occurred off screen, because this was the first I'd heard about them. So, upon hearing the news, I freaked out completely, which I feel is a pretty reasonable response to the situation, until I scroll down and, at the bottom of the e-mail, read the words "Just Kidding."
Man, dream-Mari is a bitch. |
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| This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween |
[Nov. 2nd, 2005|03:33 pm] |
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| |  indescribable | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Black Sabbath - Jack the Stripper/Fairies War Boots | ] |
OK, so I'm a few days late. Bite me.
First, my nephew went as Tigger for Halloween. There are few things cuter than a three year old dressed up as Tigger, I'll tell you that right now.
Second, I started training at Sprout's Farmer's Market on Monday. It's a grocery store. I'm gonna be a cashier. Whoo.
Now the important news. I've realized that I've gotten too far away from my roots, musically. I hardly know a thing about blues-based rock any more. So, starting on Monday (which was unintentionally fitting), I am listening to all six of the classic Black Sabbath albums in chronological order. Man, I've missed them. Haven't listened to those for a long time. I wish they'd done more. |
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| Hoo doggy |
[Oct. 18th, 2005|04:34 pm] |
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| | hot | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Led Zeppelin - The Ocean | ] |
This weekend, I went up to Oklahoma to help James Ley celebrate his 24th birthday. The "celebration" consisted mainly of playing San Andreas, but Sunday we RPGed, which was cool because it was the first time I'd gotten to play, as opposed to GM, in a long, long time.
The main attraction was, of course, Saturday night, when like twenty of us went to a bar and sang karaoke. That was crazy shit. I got shit-faced, sang Aqualung and Breakin' the Law, and told James' girlfriend and former roommate that I wanted to nail them when I first met them. Great. Still, it was the least embarassing time I've ever been drunk. Worst hangover, though. |
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| Just checkin' in, so you know I'm still around |
[Oct. 11th, 2005|06:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | sick | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Maiden - From Here to Eternity | ] |
I'm debating which individual is stranger: my cat, who chases ghosts, sits on the dinner table, and drags his ass on the carpet, or my nephew, who hits himself in the head with a plastic baseball bat and laughs. It's a tough call. |
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| Don't do it for me, do it for the shorties |
[Sep. 28th, 2005|11:38 am] |
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| |  inflamed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blue Oyster Cult - Black Blade | ] |
As you probably know, Oliver Twist has now been made into a movie, and is about to come out (is it already out?). It is the first American film made in a long time by director Roman Polanski, the director of Rosemary's Baby and Chinatown, whose wife, Sharon Tate, was among the victims of Charles Manson's gang.. I imagine several of you (the various girls that read my LJ) are planning to go see it. Please don't.
Shortly after the 1974 release of Chinatown, Polanski was charged with the statutory rape of a thirteen year old girl he had drugged and brought to Jack Nicholson's mansion (Nicholson knew nothing about it and was not home at the time). After he was convicted, Polanski fled to France to avoid prison, where the French, who apparently lived up to the stereotype of being amoral dogs, failed to capture him and turn him over to the American government. Now it seems he is back and making movies here again.
Please, do not support a convicted sex criminal who got away with his rime just because he is rich and famous. He fled custody to Europe so he would not have to pay for his crime, and the ridiculously liberal Hollywood seems to have forgiven him. I say, do not forgive him. He is a disguting individual and I would not give a cent to him by watching his movies. Please, do not go see Oliver Twist. It's the principle. Polanski is scum, and we should not support his work. |
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| The horror! |
[Sep. 20th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
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| |  mellow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | that song it plays at the beginning of Pac Man | ] |
A while ago, I forgot to tell you all, I find out something very disturbing about my past. Something so dark, so sinister, and so monstrous, that it had been kept from me for years, for fear that this malicious revalation would send me to the brink of insanity. I learned that I am...Methodist.
It's weird. I always thought we went to a Presbyterian church when I was a little kid, but apparently not. Funny how you miss details like that, isn't it?
Oh, I also got fired from Barnes & Noble for being a little light on the register a few times. They didn't accuse me of stealing from the company, but I wish I had. |
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| Maybe this one is less terrifying... |
[Sep. 15th, 2005|02:01 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  lethargic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Blue Oyster Cult - Veteran of the Psychic Wars | ] |
Warriors of the Dying Sun
Mighty, we return from the war amongst the stars
Gleaming in our armor, it serves to hide our scars
Of a hundred years of battle, and a thousand years of pain
And everything we've suffered with no more to gain
We asked for only honor
Glorious in rage
We wrote our tales among the stars across that immortal page
But we have been forgotten
But we have been forgotten
But we have been forgotten
Woe unto us all
Magestic, we stand proud with our rifles at our hips
Beam to words of valor from some old general's lips
With a hundred words of blessing, and a thousand more of praise
For everything we suffered for a hundred million days
We asked for only honor
Souls as sharp as steel
But we've been gone for such a time that nothing more is real
And we have been forgotten
And we have been forgotten
And we have been forgotten
Woe unto us all
Here we stand before you, banners held up high
Warriors of the dying sun we shout our battle cry
With the courage we can muster from being sent through Hell
And coming back to show you a burned and blackened shell
We asked for only honor
Fought with only pride
But the last faint rays above us show our sun's already died
And we have been forgotten
And we have been forgotten
And we have been forgotten
Woe unto us all |
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| I don't know who should be more frightened |
[Sep. 8th, 2005|08:57 pm] |
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| | gloomy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Judas Priest - Leather Rebel | ] |
This is exactly the sort of thing I shouldn't share with the outside world, but if you got a really slammin' vocalist and a heavy guitar bleeding behind it, I think it could make a cool song. Besides, it's theraputic to put one's thoughts on paper.
FYI, this is dedicated to the dark-haired, white-skinned, chubby, gorgeous girl at Barnes & Noble who would be horrified to know that she inspired this sort of thing.
Dark Dreams
I had a dark dream about you as I was layin' in my bed
Images of screamin' were runnin' though my head
I don't know what's the matter and I don't know what's the cause
But when I think about you I wanna break all kinds o' laws
I wanna take you to a place where nobody hears you scream
And I wanna do all kinds of stuff I'd never do in my dreams
I wanna see you tied up and I wanna see you squirm
I wanna hear you beggin' and wrigglin' like a worm
Dark dreams got a hold on me
Makin' me see things I don't wanna see
Turnin' me into someone I don't wanna be
But these dark dreams just won't let go o' me
I had you there all trussed up, weak as a baby fox
Wrapped a sheet around your head to cover your dark locks
Cut your ivory skin in two with the blue blade of my knife
To hear your muffled shoutin' was the best thrill of my life
I cut the soles of both your feet just so you couldn't run
And took my time with your long legs, 'cause that's the point of fun
Watched you fight and struggle 'til your red blood turned to blue
Dark dreams got a hold on me, what else am I to do?
Dark dreams got a hold on me
Makin' me see things I don't wanna see
Turnin' me into someone I don't wanna be
Oh, dark deams, why won't you let go of me?
Then, jam a few minutes and end it. Scary, no? |
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| Somethin' new (sort of) |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|11:55 am] |
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| | tired | ] |
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| | The Highwaymen - The Last Cowboy Song | ] |
So, I'm enrolled at UNT now. I'm taking classes. I'm working on a Master's in Accounting. Ahh, it feels good to be back in school, to have some direction to my life again. Plus, I'm only taking class very part time, so it's even better than regular school! |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 21st, 2005|09:37 pm] |
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| | dirty | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Rolling Stones - Can't You Hear me Knockin'? | ] |
A couple of things.
Today, at work, I was told that multiple customers complained about my smell. Apparently, the fact that I have not washed in my work shirts in months has generated some kind of funk that causes others to be uncomfortable. Fuck 'em.
Tuesday, 8 AM, I take the GMAT. If I pass it, I can get into the Master's program at UNT so I can get a degree in accounting and become a CPA. Wouldn't that be badass? Of course, if I fail the test, I waste a semester and $250, so I'm hoping I pass.
Finally, Israel has just about finished pulling out of the West Bank, right? It's awfully nice of them to give up something that doesn't belong to them in the first place. |
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| Dream a little dream |
[Aug. 15th, 2005|01:44 pm] |
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| | grumpy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cream - I'm Glad | ] |
Last night, I had a really good dream, and a really bad dream. The good dream first.
I dreamt I was about to end the school year at some college, but hadn't even started this big economics project that was basically most of my grade. It was ok, though, because my partner on the project was this cute chick from work who volunteered to do the entire thing. Then, we had sex. I don't know why, we just did. It was awesome.
Before I dreamt that, however, I had a terrifying dream. I dreamt I had killed someone, and this was one of those dreams that you think are real. God, you don't know a thing about being worried until you're wanted for murder. All I could do was think, "Oh God, Oh God, wha do I do? What do I do? Oh God, I hope this is a dream. Please be a dream. Please wake up. Oh God." Man, it was horrible. I don't even know who it was I killed, but it couldn't have been worth that level of fear. |
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| I'm a bloody racist |
[Aug. 2nd, 2005|06:59 pm] |
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| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Cream - I Feel Free | ] |
Since manga seems to be so popular with the kids these days, I've decided that I'm going to write a manga called "I Love Ching Chong." It's about Eddie, an American middle-schooler and Japanophile, and his exchange student friend, Yoshi. Eddie is crazy about a current and popular manga called Shoes 'n' Socks Ching Chong!!, which is the story of a Japanese school girl and her friends, chronicling their misadventures and romantic misunderstandings through the year. It'll be filled with girls with nearly unpronouncable names, guys who are so effeminate they might as well be girls, and a cute, talking cat named Neko-Chiko-chan, who will utter lines like "Good grief!" and "Here we go again! Meow!" whenever the other characters embark upon another misadventure. It'll be a best-seller among all the middle school kids, and creepy college students as well. Ah yes, financial security is just an offensive stereotype away. |
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| Manifesto of a Killer |
[Jun. 16th, 2005|12:21 am] |
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| | fiendish | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dio - Strange Highways | ] |
Women
I've tried being nice
I've tried being rude
I've tried being sensitive
I've tried being selfish
I've tried getting to know them
I've tried moving right away
I've tried asking permission
There's only one thing I haven't tried yet
BEWARE |
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| Why's everybody gotta be a playah-hatah? |
[Jun. 14th, 2005|10:20 pm] |
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| | sad | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dio - Straight Through the Heart | ] |
Why can't girls just come out and same what they mean? Why do they think they should sugar-coat bad news? I guess they think they're being nice, but it's an insult to my intelligence. It's worse this way. "Uhh, no, I don't really date. Ever." Whatever. Just come out and tell me, "I'd rather inject acid into my eye then go out with you." I appreciate honesty. Really. I'm a grown up. I can handle it. You don't have to bullshit me. |
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| So it's come to this |
[Jun. 9th, 2005|05:26 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | annoyed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Iron Maiden - Murders in the Rue Morgue | ] |
Does anyone know who my Congressman is? 'Cause I wanna write him a letter (or e-mail, rather). It seems that former California gubernatorial candidate/porn star Mary Carey and her producer will be attending the upcoming President's dinner, as they are "Schwarzeneggerian Republicans," meaning "fiscally conservative but socially liberal." I wanna write my Congressman and complain. Saints preserve us, people. If the Republican party starts letting porn stars become active participants in politics, ye gods, I shudder to think what might happen the the Democrats!
Mostly, I wanna write to my Congressman and urge him/her to push for a bill to consider being part of a pornographic movie as prostitution. After all, the people are getting paid to have sex, and that's what prostitution is, isn't it? We can exploit a loophole in the law to get around this "free speech" bullshit and put an end to this disgusting industry, but someone has to throw the first punch. Maybe my Congressman would be interested, eh? |
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| Ach nein! Das Dopplegänger! |
[May. 30th, 2005|10:52 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  predatory | ] |
| [ | music |
| | that song Kip sings at the end of Napoleon Dynamite | ] |
I saw someone who could only be the Bizarro Mari (except it was a guy) at work today. He was this Asian kid, high school age, with a giant 'fro. I don't know how an Asian guy can have a 'fro, but he did. It was huge. His hair was bigger than his head. And it did that weird Asian thing where one side sweeps across the face, so he was like if Shaft and Bruce Lee had a child together. Fuckin' weird kids, these days.
In other news, there's a cute girl who works at Barnes & Noble. She's nineteen, used to read Dragonlance all the time, and plays (or used to) EverQuest. Plus, she's one of those very friendly, outgoing people, so we're on good terms, just by being friendly. She doesn't realize it, I have made her my mission: I wil, I repeat, will take her out, at least once. Maybe that'll be it, who knows, but at the very least, I will have a date! |
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| A long and pointless post |
[May. 24th, 2005|06:14 pm] |
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| |  accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Beatles - The Long and Winding Road | ] |
It's been a long time, and I have a lot to say, so if you need to get a snack, go get one now.
Ready? Ok, here goes.
I spent five days last week hanging out with Chris, Amy, and James Anderson in Waco. It was the first time I'd visited them at Baylor, and it was awesome. We spent the whole time playing Warcraft III or watching the Red vs Blue DVD. I'm sure we drove Amy nuts, but she politely pretended we weren't all just a bunch of lazy slobs who literally wasted most of the week sleeping until noon, getting up only to play video games.
I saw Episode III at the midnight showing with a bunch of friends. It was, by far, the best of the prequels, which isn't saying much. There weren't (m)any gaping plot holes, the acting was decent as long as Anakin and Amidala were offscreen, and there was lots of fun lightsaber fights. It's not that the movie was incredible, but it wasn't a disappointment, unlike the first two. I definately say it's worth seeing, at least once.
(As an interesting side note, my brother described the battle between Count Dooku and Yoda in Episode II as "a tiny animal and an old man fighting with magic swords." It sounds a lot nerdier when you say it that way.)
Yesterday, I started at Barnes & Noble. It seems ok, it only pays $6.50 an hour, though it will soon go to $6.75, but that's still pittance. S'ok, I need the work. Ironically, today, my second day of work, I got a call from Aviall, asking me to come in for an interview tomorrow morning for a phone position. That position, unlike Barnes & Noble, starts at something like twenty-six thousand. If I can land that, sorry Mr Barnes, sorry Mr. Noble, but I'll see you fuckin' later. |
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