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[Feb. 8th, 2007|01:06 am] |
I'll see you laters Orlando...
<3
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[Oct. 18th, 2006|07:05 pm] |
Drum on every available surface.
Remove every line of someone's .newsrc file except the entry for alt.sex.fetish.hamster.duct-tape.
Sing the Batman theme incessantly.
Staple papers in the middle of the page.
Ask 800 operators for dates.
Produce a rental video consisting entirely of dire FBI copy warnings.
Sew anti-theft detector strips into people's backpacks.
Hide dairy products in inaccessible places.
Write the surprise ending to a novel on its first page.
Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".
Set alarms for random times.
Learn Morse code, and have conversations with friends in public consisting entirely of "Beeeep Bip Bip Beeeep Bip..."
Buy large quantities of mint dental floss just to lick the flavor off.
Order a side of pork rinds with your filet mignon.
Instead of Gallo, serve Night Train next Thanksgiving.
Leave your Nine Inch Nails tape in Great Uncle Ed's stereo, with the volume properly adjusted.
Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a "croaking" noise.
Honk and wave to strangers.
Dress only in clothes colored Hunter's Orange.
Change channels five minutes before the end of every show.
Tape pieces of "Sweating to the Oldies" over climactic parts of rental movies.
Wear your pants backwards.
Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complementary mints by the cash register.
Begin all your sentences with "ooh la la!"
Rouse your roommates from slumber each morning with Lou Reed's "Metal Machine Music".
Leave someones printer in compressed-italic-cyrillic-landscape mode.
ONLY TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
only type in lowercase.
dont use any punctuation either
Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.
Pay for your dinner with pennies.
Tie jingle bells to all your clothes.
Repeat everything someone says, as a question.
Write "X - BURIED TREASURE" in random spots on all of someone's roadmaps.
Inform everyone you meet of your personal Kennedy assasination/UFO/ OJ Simpson conspiracy theories.
Repeat the following conversation a dozen times: "Do you hear that?" "What?" "Never mind, it's gone now."
Light road flares on a birthday cake.
Wander around the restaurant, asking other diners for their parsley.
Leave tips in Bolivian currency.
Demand that everyone address you as "Conquistador".
Push all the flat Lego pieces together tightly.
At the laundromat, use one dryer for each of your socks.
When Christmas carolling, sing "Jingle Bells, Batman smells" until physically restrained.
Wear a cape that says "Magnificent One".
As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
Stand over someone's shoulder, mumbling, as they read.
Finish the 99 bottles of beer song.
Leave your turn signal on for fifty miles.
Pretend your mouse is a CB radio, and talk to it.
Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "no, wait, I messed it up", and repeat.
Drive half a block.
Name your dog "Dog".
Inform others that they exist only in your imagination.
Ask people what gender they are.
Reply to everything someone says with "that's what YOU think."
Lick the filling out of all the Oreos, and place the cookie parts back in the tray.
Cultivate a Norwegian accent. If Norwegian, affect a Southern Drawl.
Forget the punchline to a long joke, but assure the listener it was a "real hoot".
Routinely handcuff yourself to furniture, informing the curious that you don't want to fall off "in case the big one comes".
Sculpt your hedges into anatomically suggestive shapes.
Follow a few paces behind someone, spraying everything they touch with a can of Lysol.
Deliberately hum songs that will remain lodged in co-workers' brains, such as "Feliz Navidad", the Archies' "Sugar" or the Mr Rogers theme song.
While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.
Lie obviously about trivial things such as the time of day.
Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.
Leave your Christmas lights up and lit until September.
Change your name to John Aaaaasmith for the great glory of being first in the phone book. Claim it's a Hawaiian name, and demand that people pronounce each A.
Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
Chew on pens that you've borrowed.
Invent nonsense computer jargon in conversations, and see if people play along to avoid the appearance of ignorance.
Wear a LOT of cologne.
Ask to "interface" with someone.
Listen to 33rpm records at 45rpm speed, and claim the faster speed is necessary because of your "superior mental processing".
Sing along at the opera.
Mow your lawn with scissors.
At a golf tournament, chant "swing-batatatatatata-suhWING-batter!"
Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy".
Ask the waitress for an extra seat for your "imaginary friend".
Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
Ask your co-workers mysterious questions, and scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles".
Incessantly recite annoying phrases, such as "sticky wicket isn't cricket."
Stare at static on the tv and claim you can see a "magic picture".
Select the same song on the jukebox fifty times.
Scuff your feet on a dry, shaggy carpet and seek out victims.
Do not add any inflection to the end of your sentences, producing awkward silences with the impression that you'll be saying more any moment.
Never make eye contact.
Never break eye contact.
Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears.
Construct elaborate "crop circles" in your front lawn.
Construct your own pretend "tricorder", and "scan" people with it, announcing the results.
Give a play-by-play account of a person's every action in a nasal Howard Cosell voice.
Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
Make appointments for the 31st of September.
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 18th, 2006|02:34 pm] |
Fuck probation til I'm 21!
Fuck stupid long as fuck alcoholism and stupid shit like that classes!
Fuck Dishonorable failure.
I'm gonna catch up now.
Fuck hippies too!
People are crazy...
Fuck people who don't do anything at all.
and fuck psycho bitches!
Amen. |
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[Sep. 9th, 2006|01:17 pm] |
Buy a fucking shirt!
We need to eat..
and record.
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 8th, 2006|06:09 pm] |
... and I thought I had been drunk before.
I was wrong... |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 6th, 2006|10:47 pm] |
Please read the entry below:
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[Aug. 6th, 2006|10:45 pm] |
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So, after a lot of thinking i got to the conclusion that love is nothing. Love is just a state of mind in which we put ourselves in regarding our desires. We make ourselves love someone. We just don't fall in love. Sexual attraction is there, but it is what we think after feeling this attraction what makes us think we love someone. We think whatever we wanna think; nothing controls our thoughts. So why do we deciede to fall in love?... Because we like the comfort of the feeling produced by the hormones that cause sexual attraction running through our blood stream.
Love is what we make ourselves think. Love is an addiction to those segregated hormones in our blood stream. It's not something that just happens. We don't need it, still we make ourselves think we feel it, but the truth is that we don't. We do when we wanna be with someone and we think there's chances of sending time with them. Our thoughts after feeling that sexual attraction can be controlled, but we still deceide to "love" somebody just cuz we think that love exists.
The primary goal of our hormones is for the continuation of our species. After all, humans are just creatures of nature, just like animals are. The purpose of our hormones is to find a partner and mate so we can reproduce. They are not to feel addicted to somebody or to think that we need them. It is what society has portrayed through years that makes us think there's such thing as love. Literature shapes somethings that is not. Books and especially the bible create the image of two individuals falling for each other, so we, a product of this religion based society, commit ourselves to only one person.
In conclusion, love is something that we create in our minds. It;s not something that actually exists. We all like the comfortmity that "love" produces... but why?... because we have all been brainwashed to believe in it. Lust is leads us to a person. Our hormones create momentary attraction. However, emotional bonds are created because we want to create them. We think that a parnter is what is gonna satisfy us, but the truth that human are unsatifiable creatures.
Why try to reach happiness?... Thomas Jefferson wrote in the D.O.I. that all men are given the right to persue happiness. He did'nt say that all of them are given the right to be happy, cuz the truth is that there's no such thing as being happy. The purpose of our life is to try to reach happiness. So why reach it? if we reached it, we would sieze the purpose to keep living. The truth is that we don't wanna be happy after all. That's the point of life. To "try to be happy," not to be happy. Everything we do is to try to get there, but the truth is that we don't wanna be there.
All i know that the the happiest moment of my life is gonna be at the moment in which i'm dying without causin pain to anobody else. That's gonna be the closest i will ever get to happiness cuz the truth is that we all are impossible to satisfy and no matter what we do or think, death is the most satisfying thing here.
I can keep going on but i'm tired of typing. I'll keep going on on another day.
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|01:56 am] |
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We've been working really fucking hard!
New songs next week.
We also get the shipment of the cool ass shirts in a couple of days.
So let me know if you want any.
<9
Peace! |
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[Jul. 13th, 2006|01:53 pm] |
OK... So this is my "gossip" entry talking about people just like everyone else is doing it.
Everyone - Psycho/Crazy dumb and lame.
Ivan S. - Coolest motherfucker alive... Keep it up!
Oh, almost forgot the...
;;; OmGz |
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[Jul. 12th, 2006|03:15 am] |
If you think about it, LJ is pretty much all taken by Amanda and Kailey talking about their sketchy parties.
And Sammi once in a while.
Not like it's bad or anything.
They just took over LJ.
I'm just saying.
You know... just pointing something out.
Peace!
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[May. 29th, 2006|08:38 pm] |
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I dont know if I'm fucked up drunk.
I'm more fucked up sober!\
wow!
It's been a long time! |
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[May. 21st, 2006|12:03 am] |
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Dragonforce and Unearth in Florida on the same stage.
I know... right?
I don't think life could get any better.
:] x 82736546327823657832 |
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[May. 17th, 2006|01:20 am] |
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Can you put more mayo so it fills me up more?
That's what life is!
Exactly!
"WTF?"
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[May. 9th, 2006|07:40 pm] |
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My school is bad ass!!!!!!!:
And I'm out of it!
I'm done forever!
:] |
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[Apr. 30th, 2006|07:32 pm] |
It gets pretty lonely sometimes
... seriously. |
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[Apr. 25th, 2006|01:15 am] |
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I love the guys to death...
and I know people are gonna talk shit now.
.. but i quit KTTC.
:[
I'm writing new stuff with new people.
So you guys don't wanna miss it.
;c] |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|07:00 pm] |
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OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!
If you guys liked the songs you heard,
just wait til you hear the new ones.
They're fucking amazing!
Stay in touch fags! |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 24th, 2006|12:05 am] |
I can rent porn now bitches!
I'm 18 |
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