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i wish i could just erase those last few entries from my life but oh well. what doesn't kill you makes you stronger or some shit like that. i dunno, i don't even want to think about it.
as always a bunch of shit has happened but who cares? not you, that's for sure! i cant believe i ever thought it would be cool to put my life, my thoughts and soul out for everyone to read. i don't know you and i don't want you to know me, so leave me alone! i don't know anything, i'm just a confused mortal so what have i got to say? i could write about what i did, what i want to do, how i feel about this and that but why? i am an island.
life is pointless and you are worthless so go kill yourself before i do!
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[28 Jul 2004|05:06am] |
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i worked for my dad this morning. 3 1/2 hours. it's a job but it's posh.
then i came over to andrea's to see how she was doing. she had called me this morning and said that her eye was red and she felt shitty. she thinks its a scratch. i hope she's alright. i love my little cyclops. i want to try to get her to see some certain movies like snatch and momento. she hasn't seen a bunch of good movies, poor girl. i'm gonna save amalie for a special occasion, though.
june 16 2005, andrea and i are gonna get married. i want nick to be my best man but i'm not sure yet who i want to be the other three dudes who stand there. oh and sorry but it doesn't look like there's gonna be a bar at the reception.
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| it's my birthday and i'll cry if i want too. |
[10 Jul 2004|01:57am] |
Ok. This isn't Nathan. As a birthday present I (his very loving girlfriend, Andrea) HAVE to update his livejournal. What kind of shit is that? :)
He's old. Really fucking old. 19 to be exact.
He is so spoiled. His Grandma, Dad & stepmom bought him a ton of stuff that he needs. And I bought him a ton of stuff that he wants. Lucky, lucky boy.
He even has THREE CAKES!!! But the German Chocolate one is really gonna rock his socks.
Well, I love him. And I want him to have the best birthday that he can. Even though he is really fucking old.
He's touching my feet... ewwww.... I fucking can't wait for his birthday to be over....
I <3 U
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[06 Jul 2004|06:36am] |
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i like chicken
i like liver
meow mix meow mix
please deliver
yesterday, i was walking around in some wooded area just north of town, admiring the scenery, and looking for a deer to shoot with my nerf master blaster 3000, when out of no where an orangutan jumped out of a tree and landed at my feet. i assumed he had escaped from the circus because his little fez said "property of barnum and bailey." we stared at each other for several hours. he kept giving me a sad face and i kept telling him "sorry, but i don't have any tang."
no, i just made that up.
andrea doesn't like cats. but she likes kittens. too bad hobbes ate all the kittens.
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| don't hate me because my girlfriend is beautiful |
[29 Jun 2004|07:48am] |
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i know no one reads my journal anymore but to all my friends: sorry i haven't been around lately.
andrea is great and i hate all you assholes who treat her poorly. if i wasn't a 85 lb weakling *shakes fist*!
i drew her a picture. i hate it but she loves it. i accidentally put a heart in it somehow. freudian slip i guess.
uhhh... i can't think of anything else.
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| i hate andrea |
[26 Jun 2004|02:39pm] |
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hmmm... what should i write about? krystie was a bitch andthe maryland adventure was the most exciting disaster ever! the short story is everything that could go wrong did but jon and my "skills" got us through it flawlessly. it was beautiful really. we took $200 and by the time we got home, we had spent $700!
moving on, i got drunk and asked andrea out. ha ha. i wish i would've earlier. we've always got along great (except for that one time) and she knows me better than anyone does.
lastly, i hate you all! see ya in hell, fuckers!
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[20 May 2004|12:59pm] |
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well, i've been talking to a girl and she's as greasy as me! hard to believe! we're gonna meet next week. a friend is gonna drive me all the way to maryland to pick her up. excited isn't even close. nervous might be closer.
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[26 Mar 2004|02:52am] |
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shit, can you wait?!?
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| for those of you who might find this |
[25 Mar 2004|02:47am] |
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been homeless on and off. bunch of shit happened. had to stay with my dad for awhile but its warm now and i soon to bee off on a grand adventure. i'll keep this updated with every exciting detail!
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| it was good whilst it lasted |
[22 Mar 2003|01:04pm] |
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welp, tomarrow my step dad is getting the internet shut off so this is my last entry. so so sad.
all i have to say is read youth in revolt, fight club, evasion, days of war nights of love, and download a nintindo off the internet. they are small enough for these space age machines to download and run really quickly and they're awesome. the first few times you try to download one, it probably won't work but keep trying. eventually you'll be playing mario 3 long into the night. oh and new games take about 30 sec to download. just look up nintendo emulators.
love you guys and pass on the generosity (especially to people you don't know!)
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[13 Mar 2003|08:31pm] |
this is the most wastefull country in the world. if you could uncondition yourself to not wanting all the material wealth that your are literally told to want, have, or buy, you could easily live off the wastes of society and have all the time in the world to yourself instead of working your life away for the minimum amount of money they can possibly get away with paying you and then going out to spend that money to help those companies grow. *breaths out*
capitalism is all about competition. it is a system set up for the greediest most ruthless people to come out on top and those are the ones in charge of you. it's a sad way but do you know what is more sad? the fact that these truths are staring you in the face and you do nothing but deny it, shrug it off, turn the channel.
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[13 Mar 2003|08:28pm] |
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i'm serious, quit your fucking job, asshole!
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[12 Mar 2003|07:15pm] |
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i'm going to start a community. but none of you conformists should bother to join.
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| quit your job! |
[11 Mar 2003|09:50pm] |
society is a hierarchy. either your dominating or being dominated. but this is not the way it has to or should be. who taught you to obey? who taught you that you are only worth the money you make? who is to say how much your labor is worth and who is to say how much food is worth? be your own boss. be true to yourself and your desires for that is the only thing that is real.
imagine a time when you and your friends got together on a friday night. somebody brought food, somebody brought entertainment, and other people brought other things but nobody kept track of who owed what to whom and nobody assumed the role of leader. these are the times when life is at it's best. these are the times when your free and joyous. this is anarchy! nobody seems to think our society could be based on this voluntary cooperation.
if you are worried about the lack of government causing choas and bloodshed, look around you! choas is everywhere. we are about to enter into war. do you think there would be such a thing as war if there were no leaders?
leaders fight against other leaders, both believing that they are right. who's to say they aren't but the point is that if we opposed leadership, it would just be to guys fighting and not entire armies.
global anarchy is not something that can be achieved in our life times, but you can apply it to your own life. you could accept your desires as the only leader in your life and say screw anyone who wants to oppress those desires.
i'm through for now.
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[10 Mar 2003|07:04am] |
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i left my house at 7 o'clock last night and walked around in the freezing cold till 9. i'm an idiot.
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[09 Mar 2003|04:07pm] |
the shattered dreams of a million lost souls line the streets. a flickering street light is all the warmth they get, all that they deserve. high above in the towers of humanities lost children sits a boy. the musty stench of dried blood fills the room along with the debris of a shattered life. alone in the darkness, he sits in the corner crying, shaking. outside the window a gray oblivion blankets the night sky. he catches a glimpse of lighting ripping through this void and it fills him. he stands to the clap of thunder and hovers to the window, looking down upon the wasteland. memories of betrayal and hate come to him and now his dreams line the streets.
i don't know why i bothered posting this.
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a dream lost in the tides
is what's left of the memory
a dismal existance
once so pure
living to grow
not caring of time
but the moment is now
and you're lost in yourself
cauterized your mind to your body
by the undieing flame of fear
you're no longer free
you're a slave to what you see
left only to sort the pieces
of your dreams washed ashore
i like this a little better but i still think it could've been better
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[08 Mar 2003|03:21pm] |
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i'm bored.
once again.
i'm thinking about writting a song about a rubber ducky with a hole in its beak. it will be sad because it can't float. but in the end he'll just put a ring in the hole and start a punk rock band. i'll probably never write it though.
today's my dad's birfday. tommarrow is dennis's.
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| the victoria cervix catalog |
[05 Mar 2003|05:31pm] |
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blah blah blah
bitch bitch bitch
i'm fucking bored
it's a half-fucking-day of school and i'm fucking sitting in my fucking room writting on my fucking computer about how fucking bored i am when could be outside fucking doing some fucking thing! FUCK
get me outta here
i feel like...
my back hurts. i hate my back. if i could reach it i'd kill it.
MacDonalds, we love to see your cervix
(this is where the quality of this writting takes a nosedive)
the best part of waking up is cervix in your cup, cervix crystals
just cervix
smells like teen cervix
more cerviltine, please! cervaltine is made from 100% real cervix, no additives or artificial flavorings. just pure cervix. and it's a part of a well balanced diet. what do you have to say, mikey?
"cerviltine is delicious. if my mommy new i was drinking it i'm sure she'd love it! erk! ugk! uggggle! CERVALTINE, THE DRINK OF SATAN! DRINK CERVILTINE OR I, THE PRINCE OF DARKNESS, WILL DRINK YOUR SOUL! Ahhhhhhhhh!"
are you alright there, mickey?
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| die nazi scum, DIE! |
[23 Feb 2003|04:49pm] |
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i've spent my life on the edge of dieing
with my television respirator
media is my oxygen supply
messages that keep me trapped in this place
artificial, metal and plastic cage
into the pulsing glow and dulcet sounds
my spirit is lethargic and inert
the faceless people offer no comfort
emptiness like an electric black hole
with no one monitoring my heart beat
and nature seeming so unnatural
i'm wired into this endless circuit
of destruction and mind devestation
oblivious, i stare into the screen
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| i've been to the future... |
[23 Feb 2003|03:46pm] |
i have seen what is to come and i've got bad news for you all. your dead!
i got a new dog. he is lazy. a dog after my own heart. his name is petey. if you would like to email him his address is this_is_not_a_real_email_address@so_don't_send_him_anything.com
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