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| Sunday, November 19th, 2006 | | 5:02 pm |
It's a marathon!
It's Sunday morning and it's a beautiful grey day outside~! OOOOoooooodillali~! O__o | | Monday, August 7th, 2006 | | 1:03 pm |
Yeah! I f'ed that Clep exam's shit uuuuup~! Hell yeah! Read the whole book? Ha HA!! How 'bout reading 4 chapters and taking a nap instead? That's right, fucked that shit up! | | Saturday, July 22nd, 2006 | | 4:01 am |
Thank god Kel Mitchell is still alive. For the past week and a half I belived he was dead. I didn't know if I aquired this information in a dream or if it was real, but he is alive and who cares. In other news, it's 4AM and I'm going to find the Dead Kennedys song about people soup -- wish me luck. Romancing SaGa is calling... | | Thursday, July 13th, 2006 | | 12:02 am |
Last night I was a night animal. I walked around city streets and heard voices. To my surprise, it was weird voco-noise-vox coming from the trees and buildings. Yeah, I was high. Yeah, it was awesome. Yeah, it was raining and it was wonderous. I also stole a car. Pretty fun. | | Thursday, July 6th, 2006 | | 1:12 am |
I spent the last hour and a half or two analyzing situations and speaking my mind with my dear friend Travis. The subject/theme that course through the veins of the conversation was "insecurities." They came from observations of close friends (past and present), the western world (culture wise, not the school), The Electric Kool-aide Acid Test, and abstract concepts. I'd like to take a stab at what I've seen as some of my own insecurities, things I've thought or seen over the past couple of years (we'll gage it as the time from Middle school on): I think one of my insecurities is: ... hahah, sorry. I'm going to leave that private for the time being. | | Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 | | 4:38 am |
Oh yeah, I saw the news today about North Korea and heard talk about people instating missile defense programs and an almost imminent use of nuclear weapons. I can't tell if this is some Fox News scare-tactic or if the world has recently turned for the worse/fucked up. It's a little frightening to think of massive catastrophe and this is getting ridiculous. Too unsettling. If we are bent for nuclear death soon, it makes me regret getting a job. Fucking dumbass muther-fucks in charge. Fucking dumbasses. Fucking idiots. ~~~ If this is manipulation en masse, it's the wrong way to do it. Playing with people's fear of "terror" is somewhat acceptable (terror is something so vague, it doesn't take much to reason through the stupidity), but threats of something like this is messing with something all too real and goes beyond playing with what is taboo. | | 4:28 am |
Last night, I had a series of dreams that I kept waking up from, then I chose to go back and keep going. In one of my main dreams, I was an awesome black man. I was famous or powerful or something, I might have been an existing famous person, I can't exactly remember. I do remember consciously thinking about it in the dream and afterwards, but I can't place it. There was also another where I talked to Tyler. That one was kind of funk-ay too. Yep | | Monday, July 3rd, 2006 | | 3:12 pm |
Last night I kind of freaked out because I've been making fun of dead people more lately and have been watching violence to the point I feel more desensitized. Aaron Spelling, Drowning Pool and many others. Now that I'm not in that mood anymore(freaking out), it's pretty funny. -- I am cautious, though, because I've been moving almost too far in that direction (the other night I caught myself thinking about testing the boundaries of freedom. One exercise in freedom could be to take a life, push your freedom to the point it takes over another's freedom. But that itself can also be seen as an exercise in domination or tyrannical thought and is not an exercise in freedom at all, but would go against that idea completely) but all it that is humoring ideas and messing with notions. In other news, my hands fought each other last night. It's been a while, especially since the first time was a few months ago and I did it consciously and on purpose. This time... not so much. They started mimicking my body movements and mind movements. My right hand held a cigarette and was resting, relaxed, just like I was -- head to the side, zoning out -- while my left hand was jittering and moving in erratic, tense movements. My right hand raised and my head raised. I threw the cigarette and the left hand dove toward the dying bit of nicotine like it was it was life and the right hand grabbed hold of the left wrist while the left wrestled itself until it was worn out. I had been watching the whole thing, but wasn't aware to the point of stopping it. I noticed I was muttering something over and over without knowing it. It was something like, "Smoke more!" or "No more!" in a raspy voice I don't remember making before. I was once told I was too deliberate in my movements, that I think about everything before I do something. This was one time I went the opposite way and can distinguish it as that. Yeah. Bleh. I just thought it was interesting to watch. | | Monday, June 19th, 2006 | | 12:39 pm |
Fuck the police
This is a series of messages that I've been dealing with on Facebook. It revolves around the group called "Fuck the Police." By all means, you should all join and get more people to join. The first message is one I sent to everyone in the group and the following two are personal messages sent mono y mono. ~~~~~ Michel: It was just brought to my attention that I am the new/have been admin for this group. With that said, we must create a new plan of action, or actions, to get our message out and our point across. I know you all are capable of greatness and phenomenal results. I have mucho faitho in all of you. As of right now: Our message? I'm not sure; I guess the group name can be the message. Our point? Does there need to be a point? I would like to know everyone's ideas on what we can do and how to go about it. Idea: we could stage a riot at Guthrie tower. Eh? Eh? I guess we could do it with the intent of testing the authority's readiness. This could really be an excuse to steal stuff or break things. Good luck to all of you in furthering our cause and damage. And remember, a wound turns into a scar and you are stronger for it. That can be said about testing standards and about ourselves. We can get major plans started when school does. Until then, let's do some major planning. ~~~~~ Daniel Markwell: youre a fucking douche and i quit unless you make me the leader ~~~~~ Michel: Sorry, my friend. You don't seem to get the point, though. I like your gusto and spirit, but if I were to make you "leader" (which I am not) it would defeat part of our purpose. I'm not advocating anarchy by any means, that would be a very hard/impossible goal, but to have a leader is to have established authority which doesn't fit. If you want to quit, that's your decision. But that is a let down to all the people that could benefit from your age and experience. It would be a great disservice and I know you are capable of being more than a quitter. ~~~~~ I'd like it for everyone to message Daniel or write on his wall and show your dissappointment in his harsh words and threats. Tell him he can do better. Tell him he should stay and contribute ideas, be a "helper" not a "hurter." (Mary, you know him, don't you? C'mon, it'll be fun). But you all should join. That'll be fun too. | | Tuesday, May 23rd, 2006 | | 5:01 am |
| | Friday, May 19th, 2006 | | 5:09 am |
There wer also no mirrors in the men's bathroom, which bothered me. I asked her about it, saying that I thought it was symbollic that guys didn't want to look themselves in the eyes. She just smiled and said she didn't know why. She didn't feel that comfortably me talking about what she should do about school, but I told her because it was necessary. She was more happy and content with me asking about her and her personal life, kind of funny. I think she just wanted someone to listen. Beats me. | | 4:32 am |
Alright, so I just got back from my first endevor at a strip club and let me say -- it was amazing. Total of tits in my face by different girls -- 5. Bar? Trixies. I mispelled it on my bracelet. Needless to say, I don't really remember the first. The second was some girl in I do believe a plaid skirt and dayum. The third was a blonde girl that i will spake of later. The third and the forth were awesomely gorgeous. One, I remember was the one that I didn't have a dollar for -- she was the one I talked to. Needless to say, it was a fuckin adventure and a half. I started the day by getting my permit. I called Travis cause he said last night he wanted to hang out. I called him about 3 time until he finally responded. We hung out, I taught him things on guitar, we went to the Quiz and we drew and sent some guy out the store with our crazy antics. We wound up at Leslie's with Randy later after getting some cigars. Doug, Leslie's dad, said we were trying to cover the scent of something else -- I wonder what that was.... woooo~! But it wasn't. Aha! To the point -- I used my newpaper skills to interview a stripper for an hour or more. It was fucking awesome! We talked for so long. Iasked her why she did what she did, what her kids thought -- she had four (didn't look it at all) -- she told me about things that bothered her physically, things about the people that bothered her or didn't (for the most part the people there, assholes included, didn't bother her), asked her about what she thought of her occupation and asked her about the future among a slew of other questions. Part of my goal was to get her to relfect of her own life and make sense of what made up what she was and I hope through those questions she betters herself. I told her ways to get her highschool diploma and what to do after that involving college. It was really a good experience. Hanging out with my buddies getting flesh shoved in my face followed by a nice chat was nice as hell. Honestly, I interviewed the shit out of her. It was amazing, I wish I took notes. These past two days have kicked ass. Last night, I saw a show with a bunch of people I met that night. All cool ass kids. A great time. On top of tonight, I don't care about the abscense of women or whatever, it gave me a chance to breathe. I gave that stripped a long hug and she wished me well and a safe trip home. Of course it was safe, I wound up with about 12 beers. Haha! At first I was just interested in her personality and what made her what she was, but it became almost a mission to let her reflect and think. I think it was very theraputic for both of us. Me because I got to talk to someone and delve into them and her because she hadn't the chance to talk to anyone on serious terms for a long time. I'm very glad. But, yeah, I was crazy today. We went to Leslie's, hung out, played W.O.W., and went to Steak and Shake. I got water and crackers (no soup). It was glorious. We drew a picture as a tip and I threw oyster crackers in Travis's drink. I danced a lot. Dancing is awesome, especially when you have friends around. Especially that. My first time at a strip club, did I expect to actually talk to someone? Not a goddamn bit. Did I feel comfortable? Yes. There's something about a place like that that no one is lying to each other, everyone has a good idea why they are there and what roles they play. The stripped told me people don't get kicked out for a lack of money (me), but because they are abusing assholes with ideas that they can push people around. She said you always have people there that look down on them for what they do and look down on them to the point that they don't talk to them. Really, you should talk to some of those people. They are some of the most interesting people around. Stories all around. Very much worth it. And it's kind of fun. Especially if you can snag a worker so the drink lady doens't come around and hassle you. Fuck that chick. Yeah, great time. I'm very happy. I'm feeling a lot better. This will definately go in my top something or other of things that happened to me. At least it will be a good memory. ^__^ | | Thursday, May 18th, 2006 | | 12:56 pm |
Hell fuck yes!
I got my permit this morning and I get my license next Thursday. Hell fuck yes! There's my six months, you're goddamn right. Shit yeah! | | Friday, May 12th, 2006 | | 5:17 am |
Goddamn. Fighting probably would've got me jumped later on, fuck that brotherhood shit; if someone makes the mistake of challenging someone to a fight, they should back it up all on their own. I don't mean to be so vulgar, but goddamn! fuck that guy. | | 4:52 am |
Needless to say, it was a wonderful night. Thank you Tyler for cheering me up (even if you didn't know you were) and I'm glad I got issues dealt with. Though I didn't say what I planned to say, I'm more happy with the outcome than I ever could have been. I hope I see her some time in the next few weeks, before she dashed to Ecuador. Yeah, pretty much I'm feeling much better and I'm so happy with the way things went. What a wonderful almost full night of all the people I love. | | 4:48 am |
Oh my goddamn. Fuck some stupid ass redneck retards from the MC. I almost got into a fight tonight after I got back. What the hell?! This guy was an idiot. Me and my new friend Stuart almost kicked the shit out of him, then he employed the help of Ricki. I stopped the fighting, cause if it wasn't for me it really would have happened. But, honestly, fuck that guy. Me and Stuart were talking normally and he started yelling. Fuck him. Goddamn. Hey, if someone knows who this kid is, tell me. I'll fight him when I'm not full of wine and beer. What an ass. | | Thursday, May 11th, 2006 | | 10:04 pm |
I can already see how this week + weekend is going to pan out. I'm glad I got to hang out with Pat. That made me very happy. Despite all the drama and confusion revolving around him, he is comforting to have around (especially when no one else is there, or won't respond). Last night, he told me some funny stories about when he was in high school and I helped him move out. Lonely. That's what the panning is. :( Oh wait! My roommate will be here the whole time I'll be here. Oh wait! That sucks ass. I don't know. This day just took it out of me. I hardly ate (one bag of chips and most of a scrawny sub) and I got 4 hours of sleep (6:30AM-9:30AM, 5PM-6PM in Fresh Food). That all doesn't really bother me though. I'm just angry and disappointed in myself. And that just gets depressing. I let myself down. I still have a chance to make ammends, but it almost doesn't seem like -- eh, who am I kidding? I have to make myself do this. Eh. This is just getting ridiculous. In other news, Pedro the Lion is a pretty sweet band. The lyrics are probably one of the best parts of their music. Done. I'm painting my cigarette box. | | Wednesday, May 10th, 2006 | | 9:12 pm |
Today has been a very good day. I walked outside and moved person to person and met about 10 new people, it's been great. I applied to U of L for summer classes and got most of that stuff done. It took about an hour and a half talking to my counselor and writing info down from the websites. In the end, I'm going to take Philosophy with a guy named Mosley, who is supposed to be a kick ass teacher -- easy too ^__^ -- and I'm going to take a clep exam to get rid of Psychology. I did lose my scholarship, which sucks, and summer school is going to cost me about $800, but it'll be worthwhile, at least the second part. Tomorrow, I'm going to the Registrar's office to ship off my transcript. After that all, though, I met this one girl Blakely -- pretty cute -- and her friend that was hanging out a window talking to us from the third story of the MC. Then, I walked to get cigarettes and heard music near the gas station. It was a mandolin. It was two hippies, one playing it, Brian, and his friend Tabatha. They asked me, "Hey, man! [move in closer] Do you know where we can find ganga?" I tried, but it didn't work out. They were really cool. There were three more in the car and they were all headed around the country. Why were they in Bowling Green? Brian said they were getting a school bus here and then they were going to keep going. Welcomehere.org is what they were part of; they go around the country helping and feeding people. I talked to them for a bit and they said I should go to this thing on the 4th of July. Who knows? Maybe I will. But, yeah, after that I randomly met Stevi, ate, and talked for a few hours. Then she left and I ran into Emily Althaus. She bought mme a ton of drinks and we talked. She really helped me out with a dilemma I'm in and helped me figure out what I want to do and say. Thanks Emily. You kick ass. Well, that's that. Don't know what I'm doing tonight. Chaz Dawg and Ryan are gone and I haven't heard of anything yet. No more finals, I'm skipping the philosophy one on Friday -- why take a hard ass final for a class I'm going to pay 700 bucks for over the summer? Fux that noise. ^__^ | | Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 | | 9:38 am |
I feel extremely excited. I think that I might not have done has poorly as I had thought/secretly hoped/secretly-outwardly dreaded. Even more than that, I feel more stable and concentrated on what I want, especially involving people. That's what makes me the most happy. I've been waking up early every day for the past few days. I'm a little tired right now, but I can get over it. I've done fight club two times now. Opponents: Moses (5 times), PJ (3), and Aaron Woodward (twice). Hahahah, it looks like I have a freakin tan. Hell no, I don't. Maybe one of the farmer's variety, but not on my upper-arms. Let's just say my left arm went dead last night, but I fought to the end, more than anyone else. In the end, isn't that all that matters? I think staying at other people's places and actually doing stuff makes me more on task. Sure, it wears me down and out, but I can sleep when I'm dead. Either that, or I'll just be dead. Oooh! I know! I'll stay awake when I'm dead, that way I can freak out grave robbers. Shit yeah! | | Friday, May 5th, 2006 | | 10:27 am |
Also, Alex, watxh the fuck out cause we be recording. And that will include a version of "Headlights look Like Diamonds." And I'm not going to stop postin mindless bullshit. It's kind of fun to pollute pages and pages of shit that could be seen as shit. I want to keep living in Bowling Green. I just laid down and this hit me. I like waking up in my own room alone. I like waking up to sunshine. I like not having anyone else around. I like not having family. I like this feeling. I don't want to be back home in a basement, in a world that will makes me sad, in a world that will probably make me want to die, in a world that I might have to stay in forever. I don't want to be there any more. I don't want to stay there. I don't want that. Fuck that noise. Fuck that. |
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