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No one wants to see that. [05 Mar 2007|03:29pm] So, yeah. I recently checked out someone's livejournal. All I could say is, did I honestly know that person at one point in my life. How did I not see through their facade. The other thought that ran through my mind was; Utter disgust. There was one other thing that happened. My brain sending a signal to my mouth, telling it to open. Then a few quick spurts of air coming out, of a vibrating throat making something completely unintelligible. We call that laughter. I could of just said laughing, but I enjoy seeming pretentious. Hell, I could talk about anything I really wanted to. No one fucking reads this anyway. I could make a list of people, and talk shit about each one of them. All of them would be none the wiser. Seriously, any of you reading this aren't going to actually comprehend anything. So, whats the fucking point? I mean, like it matters. Who am I even fucking talking to. I keep typing like I am informing a someone. I am informing no one. Oh, well. I guess it works out for the best. That I am infact talking to no one, because a lot of the people I know disgust me to the highest extent. So why would I want to inform them of my problems, of my dealings. So that they can shake their head in acknowledgment while in actuality have acknowledged nothing of what I said. Who am I though to be disgusted by anyone. I am filth, be it a lower form of filth. However, filth still. I do not deserve this high chair I constantly put myself on. I am above little, and that I am above is just mud, and I only a pebble. 2 comment

I have. [24 Jan 2007|09:01pm] Tattoo.... pictures coming soon. 1 comment

Uphill battle. [23 Jan 2007|07:33pm] I have no motivation to write anything important. Its pointless. I only have one thing to say, I've made a decision in the past few days. The decision is final, and it consits of an Option A, and an Option B. If Option A fails, Option B goes into effect and that is an option that involves me going away for a very long time. comment

Jets Pizza - Pizza Badass. [07 Jan 2007|09:06pm] So I started my job at Jets Pizza. It was pretty dope, its like all fun and games there. They tried hazzing me, but I was too smart. They put wrap over the toilet seat. I saw it, grabbed it. Walked out handed it to Colton and go "I am smarter than you." and took a piss. It was a dope time all day long. I wanna move out of my house, and get an apartment with a few friends. 2 comment

Days of Thunder. [06 Jan 2007|10:50am] I went to Urban Outfitters, they didn't have any western button-downs. You know those button-downs with like pearl fucking buttons, that look dope. So, I got a Penguin Polo, and a Fink sweater. It was a good thing I liked them, because they were the only fuckin' things in small. They both were like $60 ,but they were on sale so I only spent like $62. Good deal. comment

Lifebox 360 [27 Dec 2006|03:48pm] So Christmas Morning, I knew I was getting an Xbox 360. I kept fuckin' with Kevin Downey and told him I got a PS3. So Christmas morning, I open up my 360 and than notice there is another large box. Whats in that box. A PS3. I own both of them. My check came in today too. I also got like $150 from my family. Pretty amazing christmas. I am going to go buy an acoustic, some diesel jeans, a carton of smokes, and some shirts. 3 comment

William Shatner Fight Night. [09 Jun 2006|03:34am] [ music | The clanking as my clumsy fingers, strike the keys. ] So, yeah I dont do much of anything lately besides go somewhere get coffee, and go somewhere get drunk. Then wake up somewhere, loaf around their house all day till we feel the night moving in on us. Begin to drink, whats left over from the previous night. Then get sloppy again, repeat. Throw in a dramatic event every few days, and some crazy bitches. Thats my life. Its a good life, I lead. 2 comment

We'll fix him, restore him. [07 May 2006|02:17pm] [ mood | In love with Megan... ] [ music | Coheed and Cambria - IRO-BOT ] I am sick of people acting like they are the shit, when they are nothing. Words are whispered behind their backs just as much -if not more- as everyone elses. Being part of something, that no one cared about doesn't make you sweet. It doesn't impress anyone. Stop playing cool, when its obvious you're frantic. When you are talking shit, with phrases ladden with worry. Anyways, I really got into Coheed and Cambria again lately. I dont care what anyone has to say about it, they are a good band. Gatorade has also been the thing keeping me alive during the past few days. 3 comment

[04 May 2006|12:56pm] [ music | Sounds of my brother watching ESPN. ] My life consists of insomnia, alcohol, and boredom. I am either drunk, tired, or pissed off about something. Always irritated by people, sometimes the people I call my friends. Usually the people who associate with my friends irritate me the most. comment

If I was a drama whore. [01 May 2006|10:56pm] I'd ask you to shoot me. comment

[05 Apr 2006|12:02pm] "This Drunken Lullaby." I smoke luckies, and play acoustic guitar. I'll try to woo you when I am drunk. Well I am thinking bout crawling into bed with you. We can turn off the lights, and keep warm by eachother. When we wake up, both with hangovers. We can trade cures. In the end we'll both agree to get more beer, and you look so cute with Mickey's in your hands. We can hold hands, and share our smokes. I like that you smile at my corny jokes. As we end another drunken night, I'll kiss your forehead and turn off the lights. We are warm and locked togheter, and I'll ask "Well did I woo you?" This song fuckin sucks, but I am to lazy to improve it. Trust me it all flows, with the freaking weird lil guitar strum I made for it. 4 comment

[29 Mar 2006|05:44pm] Dear Livejournal, I would like to adress the fact that all of your members seem to be authors, musicians, artists, or photographers. It makes me chuckle, as most of the people in your embrace are very far from what they claim. The ones who claim they are authors/writers only say that because they have grasped a basic concept of grammar. I am sorry this does not make you any sort of thing. Being an author, has very little to do with grammar skills. It has everything to do with creativity. Then again creativity is what drives every art. Like with photography, just having a good camera is not what makes you a photographer. Like this myspace generation seems to think. Its about the creativity of the shot. Which all of you lack, you are not good at your art. People may say "Wow this picture is amazing." ,but they have no idea what they are talking about. All they see is an image that had turned out nice. However, it is not creative. It symbolizes nothing, which is what the myspace generation seems to miss. Just because its a picture that turned out nice, that is of some grass, a fence post, or the chain on a child's swing. That is not creative, you just took a picture of something in your yard. So please stop calling yourself an "aspiring photographer" for you lack the dedication, the knowledge, and the creativity to be such. Musicians, oh musicians. This is the only other art in this rant that requires a base talent. Learning the craft, and then practicing the craft for countless hours. That is why I respect anyone and everyone who does these things. However, the ones I have a problem with. Are those who get an ego because they have acheived this. I am sick of seeing bands that are horrible, but are completely full of themselves because idiots of the myspace generation have told them that "OMGZ U GUYS R SO GREAAT!!!!!!11" when they do not know good music. They barely even enjoy the music they listen to, they listen to it because it is popular. So what makes their opinion matter on if you are a good band or not. It doesn't make any difference, they like your music because they like your face. Nothing more, so hate those "Fashioncore" bands as much as you want people like your music for exactly the same reason. So in essence you are fashion-core. Creativity, talent, natural ability, and knowledge is what makes an artist. This is one of my arts, and my most passionate art. So, it upsets me when I see those who boast about their art when it is not that good. Appear all over. Why do they think they are so great? It may be that their ego's are already inflated. Perhaps, it could be because they took a lot of art classes. Which puts them in the category of a high school art student. However, it does not make your art any better. All the classes in the world can not make an artist better. Art has to do with perception, and potrayal. You are born with art, or you are not born with art. If you are not born with art, then all of those high school classes will not make your art any better. If you are born with art, you do not need those classes. Those classes will ruin your art so please stop taking them. I have never once, been in an art class. My art has turned out completely fine, everything I have learned I have learned to do by watching others, or examining art. Not from a failed artist, that is now my teacher. This rant will make no difference to the myspace generation they will continue to think that they are these things when they are not. It does not matter to them, as long as it makes them look cultured. So they can appear less hallow than they really are. 17 comment

I am pissed and frustrated. [24 Mar 2006|10:38pm] [ mood | discontent ] [ music | The sounds of defeat. ] I am frustrated because I can't seem to hold any girls attention for longer than I week. I meet a new girl, I begin to talk to her. I find her interesting, I am attracted to her. Yet, a week later she loses intrest and goes for some fucking prick. Who is usually not even better looking than me. I am not even trying to have an ego, but I can tell when I am better looking then someone. So please someone tell, me what all of these girls find so attractive about these ugly guys, with even uglier personalities. I can honestly not figure it out. I am pissed because I am such a mess of a person. I always create these big plans to make my life better, and I know they are a joke ,but I continue with them. Instead of doing what I know is right, because what is right is always harder. So, I make these easier plans that in my little head have a good outcome, but in my nature. In my nature I am a joke, so these plans turn into a joke, and fail. My life is just one big cynical joke. I hate it. I am not a shallow person, but I am turning into one. I am not a mean person, but I am becoming one. I was once a genuine person, but I am becoming nothing. I am turning into a hollow shell. I am becoming nothing. Someone please fix me, or tell me how to fix me. 10 comment

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Show [30 Oct 2005|01:29pm] [ music | Bring Me The Horizon ] So, this weekend I hung out with my Matt G, and John. We went to the game and we were cold, we met with Loryn. Then went to Denny's in Riverview. John fell in love with the whole idea of being able to smoke in a restuarant. John and I went to Matt's house and played Socom 3 into the night. The next day more of the same, then Loryn, Matt, Richie, Candice, and I went to the Chods...er Chiodos show. I got in for free, and then met these two girls Jessica and RyAnn. and now I am waiting for band practice to start, but Noah sucks and uh doesn't wake up, or answer his phone. 5 comment

[20 Oct 2005|10:26pm] monolopyyy Join today! Brand new =]

[15 Oct 2005|12:23am] I'll say I will never waste my time again, but in the end I know I probably will. With the same predictable out-come. 7 comment

The Philospher hidden [07 Oct 2005|01:59pm] [ music | The sounds of a Public Libary ] Mmm, yeah I am sitting inside the public libary. Waiting for school to get out, these kids behind me are doing an ADVANCED PLACEMENT english report on the word; Rhetoric. Come on, how effin advanced is that. I mean seriously is our country really that sad that our educations have been that watered down that the word RHETORIC is now considered an advanced english word. Maybe, I am just intelligent? Who knows, I feel like I am intelligent cause I seem to always impress my teachers. However, I do go to an alternative education school for my skipping behavior (looking at my surrondings, I would say I may have a problem with that) and how I like to do it so. Anyways, let me tell you about the school. It is a school riddled with drug addiction, idiocy, ignorance, and surrealism. Surrealism you may ask yourself, how so? Well, I say it in the way that some of the kids like to pretend they live in an alternate universe. One where they are warriors of an urban enviorment, bandits in the modern day sense; Gangsters. However, they are none of these things. They may be from a poverty stricken household, but I am afraid they are not however Gangsters. They are confused, young children who will either find their way and change, or they will remain in this state and ammount to nothing. Homeless, perhaps. Maybe they will find a job as a mechanic or a 7/11 cashier. Get enough to live in an apartment, find a women dumb enough, perhaps confused enough, to marry them. Raise a few kids, and live in a trailor park. Raising another generation of surrealists. However, they will not ammount to anything either way. Its sad really. Anyways, I shall need to stop myself from rambling on off subject before I produce too much for one to be bothered with reading. The kids in my school, can barely understand a thing. In one of my classes we are reading philosophical literature. I will leave your imagination to how it goes, if you have no imagination however; I will explain to you. Out of the class of about twenty-five students. I am the only one who truly even understands the book. Its not that they are not reading it or not trying. It is just that their intelligence is well sub-standard. You know what screw political-correctness, I will not use candy words to describe them as what they are; Stupid. In the sense, when someone thinks they are stupid you think. They may not be capable of understanding the book. However, they are completely capable. They just refuse to accept knowledge, by shuving narcotics and more ignorance in there. Its similar to a baby who refuses to grow in weight by not eating food. Well accept for the fact that the baby is not cramming its maul with other things to subsitute the food like the idiots do with their brains. You know, I could shorten this all down. I should not be in that school, I do not belong and it stands out. If this blasted school thing was not based on credits; which would throw it into chaos if it wasn't. Then I would be able to go back to a regular school, and perhaps be in one of these Advanced Placement classes. Go to a nice university, and maybe become a famous writer, or a philospher. Who knows, but the moral of the story is. I screwed up on such a little thing as skipping a couple of times, and now I am not going to be able to ammount to whatever the fullest of my potential is. So give me a rifle, slap on my kevelar. Send me on that two way shooting range, and give me some college. Then mabye I can acheive half of my potential. You know, if I am not shot in the face first. 2 comment

[10 Sep 2005|01:07pm] ( I am your dance dictator, so dance dance! ) 3 comment

[31 Aug 2005|07:29am] WOOOOH ORIENTATION IN THIRTY MINUTES! ITS 7:29 AND I HAVEN'T SLEPT A SINGLE FUCKIN WINK! I am going to be out of focus, and easily distracte...BAG! BAG! BAG! ITS MINE PIKACHU! 3 comment

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