It's all about IMAGE,IMAGE,IMAGE.

6:39PM - OH PISS (one)

WOAH WOAH WEE WOAH.

That's all. Just wanted to update because I haven't done so in multiple years.

I'm gay!

That's pretty much all that's happened in the past decade.

Saturation becomes quiggles MacGuyver broke my gay parade mice smoothie goes down easy with soft-core Kornography. I haven't done this in a long time so I suck at it.

-Gerital Brimsky

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6:02PM

Current mood: Exclamation points are ripe...

Current music: Bury Your Dead- Magnolia

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9:45PM - Splanky charges too much for window cleaning.

Uph-dayte!!

Flacksmith.

Hmm...have you ever noticed your parents always tell you about "Ya know when you get married and your husband/wife..." and just give you tips about marriage, like it's inevitable? Like marriage happens to everyone, and it will eventually happen to you? Alot of people aren't married, it doesn't get to happen to everybody. There isn't a special person for everybody, unfortunately. I dunno. It's the Valentine's Day blues, sorry...I mean the lead singer from Taking Back The Story Of Hawthorne's Senses wrote this last paragraph.

Apple sucks alot. Here's my pissachristmas carol. My iPid started being a McAnus about a month ago, so I took it and my warranty for a new iPid to Best Buy to redeem it for a sweeter one. Best Buy then informed me it couldn't be replaced on the spot, and it would be sent to Apple (without the tongue held like a gay first grade year old boy) and sent back to me in about 5 or 6 days. 3 freaking weeks later, I get my Poddy in the mail and with glee begin to do backflips. And that really happened. I plug in my beloved Schmeloved, and to my utter dismay IT WAS MORE FREAKING MESSED UP THAN IT WAS WHEN I SENT IT TO APPLE even though they supposedly placed a new hardrive on it or whatever. I was spitting angry all over the floor and I decided to take it to Best Buy and remind them of the amazing service Cr-Apple provides and get a new one like I should've gotten 3 weeks prior. They told me they would run hours of brutal diagnostics on Lil' Poddy and see if he was alright. About 2 days later they call me and tell me Poddy's been fine the whole time and to put some clothes on. I give him another go on the compie with my sister's USB cord and he starts being sweet like he was at the beginning of the month and starts unresponding my iTunes and being a dumb fat. So I'm still pod-less and stuck with a giant case of CD's after a whole month. I love teknohlogee, but not as much as ewe ewe sea.

Ehniwayhz...

Life has been going pretty well lately, lots of anal juices, lots of assassination attempts, the norm. I've been in the media alot, and listening to so much different junk lately. In the past month, I've bought Cephalic Carnage, Converge, Dredg, Sigur Ros, Bury Your Dead, Miles Davis, Franz Ferdinand, Every Time I Die, With Honor, An Albatross, Circle Takes The Square, Daughters, Some Girls, and a Bridge Nine Hardcore Compilation, and probably other junk I can't think of. Plus, I got Dark Angel Complete Season 1, Supersize Me, Sin City, and Saved. My autonomy is flaccid.

And I've felt espcially proud to be straight edge lately, especially because me and Jason are the only 2 straight edge kids I can think of that go to NHS. Kids at NHS are sweet because death is sweet.

Miles threw up all over the bandroom floor. What a sicko. Be sure to add him on Myspace.

I wish I had a better entry for Amanda Saul but my entries are like timberwolves' proprieters, they sound like John Cleese and break every girls nose thrice. And never make sense. And I need a new icon, anybody who's good at making animated icons.

I'll leave you with an in depth conversation with Mr. Young, it's quite amusing. I usually never post convos, so you know this'll be good. We were trying to prove to the other who is better, The Fall of Troy or Aerosmith. I'll think you'll see who won.

(This was edited for content and flontent, he was trying to convince me I could get into Lauren Vucovich's pants, you could guess I was a little skeptical)


sockittodarocket (12:03:12 PM): they're my favorite band
guysmily25 (12:03:39 PM): i politely asked him if he (jon) was going to the aerosmith concert, and he blasted them
sockittodarocket (12:03:46 PM): no
sockittodarocket (12:03:59 PM): he said that you said "the fall of troy SUCKS compared to aerosmith"
guysmily25 (12:04:05 PM): so i told him fall of troy, and pretty much everything else he listens to sounds like a tumbling pile of s**t
sockittodarocket (12:04:11 PM): psh
sockittodarocket (12:04:12 PM): whatever
sockittodarocket (12:04:16 PM): jon listens to good stuff
guysmily25 (12:05:04 PM): steve had shown me fall of troy before, and we both had a good laugh at how lousy they were, but now I'm going to listen to them, and carefully not why they suck, to report it to jon
sockittodarocket (12:05:36 PM): about time
sockittodarocket (12:05:52 PM): there's nothing the aerosmith guitarists could do that thomas erak can do alone
sockittodarocket (12:06:03 PM): and he's hotter than those guys
sockittodarocket (12:06:06 PM): and sweeter
sockittodarocket (12:06:13 PM): i talked to him a little bit
guysmily25 (12:06:29 PM): that's why he's not famous, and aerosmith is
sockittodarocket (12:06:43 PM): aerosmith is famous because they've been around forever
guysmily25 (12:06:52 PM): the only thing he can do alone that the aerosmith people can't do is suck
sockittodarocket (12:06:52 PM): and steve tyler is incestuous
sockittodarocket (12:07:05 PM): and they conformed to the media's standards
sockittodarocket (12:07:11 PM): they're sellouts to put it bluntly
sockittodarocket (12:07:17 PM): they play music for money, not for music
guysmily25 (12:07:21 PM): yeah, they are
guysmily25 (12:07:30 PM): but they still sound better to the ear
guysmily25 (12:07:37 PM): which makes them cool
sockittodarocket (12:07:40 PM): to your parents ear
guysmily25 (12:07:46 PM): no, mine too
sockittodarocket (12:07:52 PM): eh
sockittodarocket (12:07:55 PM): expose my child
guysmily25 (12:07:57 PM): and every one elses
sockittodarocket (12:08:04 PM): i listen to just about everything except country
sockittodarocket (12:08:08 PM): and aerosmith
sockittodarocket (12:08:10 PM): is well, cheezy
guysmily25 (12:08:25 PM): admitedly so, but at least they don't suck
guysmily25 (12:08:29 PM): what's a good song?
sockittodarocket (12:08:50 PM): from the fall of troy?
sockittodarocket (12:08:53 PM): jeez, all of them
guysmily25 (12:08:54 PM): yeah
sockittodarocket (12:08:58 PM): you can't go wrong
guysmily25 (12:09:08 PM): favorite please, so i can review it
sockittodarocket (12:09:12 PM): umm
sockittodarocket (12:09:16 PM): my personal favorite?
guysmily25 (12:09:19 PM): im definatly not touching more than one
guysmily25 (12:09:25 PM): sure
sockittodarocket (12:09:27 PM): "what sound does a mastodon make?"
sockittodarocket (12:09:34 PM): its a really old song of theirs
guysmily25 (12:09:44 PM): how about lace's out dan
sockittodarocket (12:09:58 PM): that one is great too, they're all amazing
sockittodarocket (12:10:08 PM): h/o
guysmily25 (12:10:12 PM): gotta crap, ill listen to it soon
sockittodarocket (12:10:13 PM): lemme listen to it at the same time as you

(after a brief crapping intermission...)

guysmily25 (12:16:23 PM): Hm, here we go
guysmily25 (12:16:53 PM): sloppy guitar, messy distortion
sockittodarocket (12:16:58 PM): psh
sockittodarocket (12:16:59 PM): whatever
guysmily25 (12:17:07 PM): hahahhahah!!!!!
guysmily25 (12:17:17 PM): where do I start?
guysmily25 (12:17:37 PM): crappy voices, loud singing, still with the fast, sloppy distortion
guysmily25 (12:17:48 PM): and by loud singing, i mean that screaming shit
guysmily25 (12:18:05 PM): this is all over the place
sockittodarocket (12:18:06 PM): aerosmith=easy as crap power chord lameness with 50 year old has beens that ask daughters to strip in their videos
sockittodarocket (12:18:08 PM): fine
sockittodarocket (12:18:17 PM): listen to "f.c.p.r.e.m.i.x." if you want
sockittodarocket (12:18:23 PM): he's experimental
sockittodarocket (12:18:26 PM): thomas is
sockittodarocket (12:18:31 PM): he's not cookie cutter
sockittodarocket (12:18:36 PM): he's very smart and inventive
guysmily25 (12:18:55 PM): that was the biggest waste of sound ive ever heard
guysmily25 (12:19:00 PM): lets try another, just to be fair
guysmily25 (12:19:04 PM): everyone has their flops
sockittodarocket (12:19:07 PM): yeah
sockittodarocket (12:19:14 PM): aerosmith's had them for about 30 years
guysmily25 (12:19:30 PM): that's what i don't et abotu you wannabe scenesters
sockittodarocket (12:19:38 PM): wannabe?!?!
sockittodarocket (12:19:40 PM): what?!
guysmily25 (12:19:56 PM): if i say it doesn't sound good, you say it's musical
guysmily25 (12:20:05 PM): have you ever seen the scene?
sockittodarocket (12:20:07 PM): well, let's be honest here
sockittodarocket (12:20:15 PM): who knows more about actual music, you or me?
sockittodarocket (12:20:20 PM): seen the scene?
guysmily25 (12:20:30 PM): like, the real one, in california
guysmily25 (12:20:38 PM): that's what jon says too!
guysmily25 (12:20:47 PM): do you guys have some bible for people against your music
sockittodarocket (12:20:54 PM): what are you even talking about?
guysmily25 (12:21:10 PM): the real scene man
guysmily25 (12:21:20 PM): where people shop at goodwill because they can't afford anythign els
guysmily25 (12:21:46 PM): the real point here is, that this music is not good
sockittodarocket (12:22:15 PM): psh
sockittodarocket (12:22:30 PM): tell me 10 legit reasons why aerosmith is better than the fall of troy
guysmily25 (12:22:39 PM): too each their own as far as music goes though, jon won't give no matter how sloppy it sounds
sockittodarocket (12:22:40 PM): emphasis on legit
guysmily25 (12:23:02 PM): give me ten why i should beleive that all over the place fast distorion is musical
sockittodarocket (12:23:16 PM): ok
sockittodarocket (12:23:17 PM): here i go
guysmily25 (12:23:19 PM): pardonmy typing, watcing the tv
sockittodarocket (12:23:26 PM): ok
sockittodarocket (12:23:27 PM): well
sockittodarocket (12:23:44 PM): lets also keep in mind aerosmith uses distortion too
guysmily25 (12:23:58 PM): but not to the point of scratchyness
sockittodarocket (12:24:35 PM): 1. all over the place meaning with lack of time signature, it shows his inventive experimental-ness, 4/4 is so overabused, it's takes a musician to do that stuff, it's uber hard to practice
sockittodarocket (12:24:59 PM): 2. listen to the actual guitar parts, they're insanely fast and hard to play (remember its just one guitarist)
guysmily25 (12:25:06 PM): Or not hard to practice, if he just blasts it on the fly
sockittodarocket (12:25:18 PM): 3. their guitarist, while playing the aforementioned crazy fast parts, also does vocals
sockittodarocket (12:25:29 PM): 4. he is 19 years old
guysmily25 (12:25:35 PM): which explains why they sound haf assed
sockittodarocket (12:25:35 PM): as is the rest of the band
sockittodarocket (12:25:41 PM): dude
sockittodarocket (12:25:43 PM): you know you're losing
sockittodarocket (12:25:49 PM): i already have 4 more reasons than you
guysmily25 (12:25:53 PM): nope, this is one I can't lose
sockittodarocket (12:25:55 PM): haha
sockittodarocket (12:25:56 PM): whatever
sockittodarocket (12:26:06 PM): haha
sockittodarocket (12:26:23 PM): 5. he has a way better sounding singing voice
guysmily25 (12:26:33 PM): 1. The singing. You can understand Aerosmith through a great majority of their music, making it enjoyable
guysmily25 (12:27:04 PM): 2. The Guitar. Either play it, and try and finger your anus. Don't doboth at the same time
guysmily25 (12:27:38 PM): 3. The lyrics. If you got past the scratched away from the mic singing, you could get down to the words, which sound like a bad poem
sockittodarocket (12:27:48 PM): yeah and aerosmoth have such amazing lyrics, like
sockittodarocket (12:27:52 PM): Well, well, Lordie my God,
What do we got here?
She's flashin' 'cross the floor,
Make it perfectly clear.
You're the bait, and you're the hook,
Someone 'bound to take a look.
I'm your man, child. Lord of the Thighs.
sockittodarocket (12:28:00 PM): oh yeah
sockittodarocket (12:28:05 PM): real well thought out and poetic
sockittodarocket (12:28:07 PM): wtf?
sockittodarocket (12:28:16 PM): the fall of troy actually has poetic license
sockittodarocket (12:28:21 PM): thats reason #6 btw
sockittodarocket (12:28:35 PM): just because your parents like it doesn't mean its amazing
sockittodarocket (12:28:38 PM): k
guysmily25 (12:28:43 PM): If your main man wrote that, you'd say it was creative and intuitive. Bad and new isn't better than old and good
sockittodarocket (12:28:55 PM): #7 experimented bass lines are amazing
guysmily25 (12:29:04 PM): Thanks, but my parents hate aerosmith. They think it's too rocky. lol
sockittodarocket (12:29:05 PM): he wouldn't write crap like that though
sockittodarocket (12:29:15 PM): its not bad
sockittodarocket (12:29:18 PM): you know you like it
guysmily25 (12:29:19 PM): he'd certainly play s**t though, oh my!
sockittodarocket (12:30:06 PM): #8 tfot is a real band bent on playing real, technical dynamic and energetic music, not selling out a show for a retirement home
guysmily25 (12:30:55 PM): legit, those were the rules
sockittodarocket (12:31:10 PM): #9 aerosmith are just dumb perverts and sell sex as an excuse for their poor music
guysmily25 (12:31:15 PM): Old people like them, so what. Only kids liek you like fall of troy
guysmily25 (12:31:25 PM): 9 is not legit, everyone's horny
sockittodarocket (12:31:34 PM): thats not legit
guysmily25 (12:31:46 PM): you're horny all the time
sockittodarocket (12:31:55 PM): to just put people's legs on everything so they get sexed up and lose the fact that aerosmith sucks
guysmily25 (12:31:56 PM): my mom made me turn the other one off
guysmily25 (12:32:24 PM): but, the lyrics were bad, coupled with bad singing and screaming
sockittodarocket (12:32:36 PM): bad lyrics and vocals?!?!
sockittodarocket (12:32:38 PM): are you an idiot?!?!
guysmily25 (12:32:41 PM): but, the guitar wasn't too bad on top of all that, so, props to mister frantic
sockittodarocket (12:32:42 PM): last reason
sockittodarocket (12:33:00 PM): #10 tell me when joe perry plays thomas erak's guitar parts and you will have about half a point on me
guysmily25 (12:33:18 PM): He wouldn't try, because, well, they kind of blow.
sockittodarocket (12:33:35 PM): dude
sockittodarocket (12:33:36 PM): whatever
sockittodarocket (12:33:41 PM): joe perry didn't even have lessons
sockittodarocket (12:33:51 PM): he dabbled around and made crappy chords
guysmily25 (12:33:51 PM): neither did hendrix
sockittodarocket (12:34:38 PM): dude
sockittodarocket (12:34:40 PM): whatever
guysmily25 (12:34:42 PM): i'm not trying to say joe can play faster or make up more chords then mister frantic
sockittodarocket (12:34:43 PM): you lost and you know it
sockittodarocket (12:34:46 PM): yeah
sockittodarocket (12:34:51 PM): he just sits and plays lame junk
guysmily25 (12:34:56 PM): but the ones he does play, sound good, not bad
sockittodarocket (12:35:08 PM): while steven tyler squeals out nasty lyrics about having a mad crush on his daughter
sockittodarocket (12:35:28 PM): its gross
guysmily25 (12:35:31 PM): At least you can understand them
sockittodarocket (12:35:41 PM): i can understand the fall of troy
guysmily25 (12:36:04 PM): that's because you're a annabe scenester, and it's youur language
sockittodarocket (12:36:13 PM): and what does understood lyrics (which by the way on aerosmith's part, are awful) have to do with musical value
guysmily25 (12:36:16 PM): and my typeing blows
guysmily25 (12:36:40 PM): have you ever been to a theater show?
guysmily25 (12:36:48 PM): Perhaps, a musical?
sockittodarocket (12:36:52 PM): i have indeed
guysmily25 (12:37:28 PM): Does the singer in these chance displays scream out lyrics so you don't know what he's saying? Does he screech? No. He sings them in a musical voice, that you can understand
guysmily25 (12:37:40 PM): Understandabilty is part of the musical experience
sockittodarocket (12:37:44 PM): no because the old farts there will die of a stroke
guysmily25 (12:37:48 PM): and understandibilty isn't a word
sockittodarocket (12:38:00 PM): more people go to theater because it's converted to today's standards
guysmily25 (12:38:01 PM): Are you an old fart?
sockittodarocket (12:38:12 PM): would your dad wear what i wear to work?
sockittodarocket (12:38:13 PM): no way
guysmily25 (12:38:17 PM): Because I recall you saying you'd been to one
sockittodarocket (12:38:30 PM): no i'm not an old fart, not only old farts go to those concerts, i'm musically diverse
sockittodarocket (12:38:41 PM): kids, middle aged people go to
sockittodarocket (12:38:42 PM): too**
guysmily25 (12:39:04 PM): Ok, so they don't sing musicaly at musicals for the old farts
sockittodarocket (12:39:11 PM): nope

flockingthroughasprocket(13:52:999999234199999292929292): CRENSHAW.

I don't where that guy came from though.

This entry sucked wasn't the best, sorry. Im-aro-bit out of practice.

Elliptical sasquatch tried to do the foxtrot but looked like an idiot, suck my flem Claspy Grimm! Pristine cringing amongst Nordic pacifications humbled a bumblebee, he cheated on the vulgarity tree? Piss and pee. Skreelof Jergens and Cucumber Jordansen in a sexual clavinova operation on t3h latest grindcore album "Flannel Babies Serving as Drink Coasters" has been only rivaled by that classic line from Mr. Kanye West:

"I am not referring to her as an employed mining prospector,
I am simply imforming you of her tendency to refrain from flirtaciously meddling with monetarily destitute African Americans"

Thank you Black History Month for really showing us what today's darker children are up to.

Francis Slapwaters (Cualm)


Kim Preiss is Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Kafriglio! Noist! Jargon is a real word. Fjord.

Current mood: Symmetry is for green trees.

Current music: Franz Ferdinand-Eleanor Put Your Boots Back On

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10:37PM

Valentine's Day sucks. And the best thing is is it's not even Valentine's Day!

Current mood: asdfsa

Current music: Cattle Decapitation-Diarrhea Of The Mouth

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5:47PM

I love Keirsten Mitchell.

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11:03AM

Is it just me or are most kids at Niceville complete and total idiots? (Lee Carter pwns)

Kids drive their cars around like fools and destroy themselves on drugs and think they're amazing. Kids convince their fellow retarded parents into spoiling the anal juices out of them. Kids sit in K Mart parking lots and yell at kids they see walk out of Blockbuster, who actually had enough money to buy something at the store they were in the parking lot of.

However, I am thankful for genuine people.


I had a sweet Thursday the 12th and Friday the 13th

Thursday I went to church to pick up my check (which was for $250, that was nice) and apparently I backed up and hit my brakes before, unknowingly, I swapped paint with a lady across from me in the choir. I headed off while the preist tried to stop me. The crossing guard's car was in the space like 2 cars away
and she told the cops to stop me because I'm a mad felon that kills old ladies, so I headed by Ruckel and this freaking scary cop that looked like Guile from Street Fighter pulled me over and told me to go back to church. Turns out all I have to do is wash the ladies car. Sounds nice to me.

That check got me a nice balance in my account. Tits.

After All-County practice Kim, Hope, and myself headed to McDonald's. We were all drunk/high/stoned/blazed/baked/tripping etc. (we coked up during rehearsal because we're brutalxcore) out of our minds and there was no one behind us line so I kept reversing and accelerating in the McDonald's fast food parking lot like 2385793287459023 times. The guy in the first window was freaking cracking up, and eventually we pissed the girl off in front of us (which was not why we did it) and she came out of her car and was like,"...please don't hit our car."....which was definetely what I was trying to do the whole time?

Friday the 13th pwn3d

236 kids died because the insane tornado rain torn right through them. My birth control pills were stolen by Charles Norris. And I stayed up for over 10 hours trying to fix my gay iPod, which still isn't working.

Oh yeah, I got a swell haircut from Jason Parr's sister. I'm gonna put red highlights in it for brutality points.


And I finally got a Myspace that I can't do anything with. Kehm Preece has to manage it for me. She wants to touch that pup.

www.myspace.com/fribblymcsmith

Clapping along with Susan Fletcher's kissing amplification process, the dungeon critter benigns further attempts to assassinate Tony Danza and. He stole my Barry Mannilow CD. (yeah, I know this one sucked, I just woke up)

Sincerely,

Cleopatra.







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Subliminal messages pwn.

Current mood: not much of an artist..

Current music: Casey Jones- Know This X

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5:51PM - xChristxMassx

I only want you to comment on this entry if you didn't get for Christmas:


-a digital camera
-some form of an iPod
-toe socks
-jewelry


And I can almost promise there will be less than 10 people. If you are one of these people counting yourself for the poll, put xCromwellx as the first word of your entry in all caps followed by one of those weird hearts that I'll never learn how to do. And if you do comment and you did recieve one of those items, I'll tickle your fancy feast. And you don't count for the poll, buttcrack.


Fag.


I guess since everyone else is gloating...

I got:

-a freaking amazing microKORG that I can't stop playing and can't figure out the manual, plus carrying bag and 1/4 inch plug
-new iPod case since my old one sucked
-2 Polysics CD's (Neu and Hey! Bob! My Friend) and Finntroll CD (Natfodd)
-4 Best Buy Gift Cards totalling $90, I already spent most of them but Into the Blue comes out tomorrow...
-Blockbuster Gift Card
-Hot Topic Gift Card
-iTunes Gift Card (spent)
-Barnes and Noble Gift Card (spent)
-plastic ninja sword with realistic battle sounds
-real dinosaur
-Batman outfit
-about $150 or $175 cash, which my parents took $50 of before I even saw it so they could go by other people's presents
-to play at a freaking church service at 10:30PM-12:00AM. And about 30 people showed up. Wrigley.

It doesn't need to be Christmas though. It's hott outside, (not that I'm complaining) everyone's life sucks juvenile detention center, and. It just doesn't seem like Christmas already. WT7.

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Who wants to exfoliate with me come New Year's?


Minced utopia scrambles for the hallways, log-rolling into another hit season of Queer Eye For the Queer Leg. Nathaniel's whiping his lamentations all over my floppy risk, now it smells like album art from last year's Backstreet Boys 8 track. I'm a little bit pissed off at your wedding ceremony. Mogley can't even play obscure vibraphone concertos. What a McQueer, light on the onions.

Nose Floor-ought-to

Current mood: Blue Kwanzaa Tree this year.

Current music: Polysics- Making Sense

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2:41PM

I am stupid. I am needy. I am weak. I am unoriginal. I am unworthy. I am annoying. I am insufficient. I am whiny. I am ugly. I am despicable. I am untalented. I am dishonest. I am selfish. I am lazy. I am noncompliant. I am hateful. I am conceded. I am useless. I am sick. I am insignificant.


Hate me.



Kill me. Slice me. Shoot me. Stab me. Punch me. Kick me. Beat me. Hang me. Poison me. Burn me. Break me. Choke me. Kill me.


Hate me.



Hate me.



Hate me.



Hate me.



Kill me now.

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2:24PM - Nedwill Saskapeech.Lack of lAyAwAy PrOgRiM caused tendonitis for $93 of German bufallo packaged.

Well, fags and queers, it seems that Kisa's out of the picture for me, her feelings have averted to another. I still want to add quotients with her but it seems my calculating abilities are not quite up to her standrids. It's quite unfortunate, but life rarely goes the way it should.

I saw pre-emptive Potter last night. It was most excellent. I would highly suggest it to any kid ever made, even if you haven't read the book(s) or seen the other movie(s) like myself.

Good Luck TLR on your first reunion show, along with others performing today. No wait, just TLR.

I'm leaving forever. I should be back next Sunday or so.


Ugh. Seriously. Why am I so dumb. Will somebody please blow my face off? I'm getting really tired of....life?




Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart Heart,
Ulysses S. Grant

Current mood: <-Why is there a g in cough?

Current music: The Locust-Identity Exchange Rectum Return Policy

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9:28PM

I just want to know, I need someone to tell me...


What is wrong with me? Why can't I ever get anything right? Why can't I ever be good enough for anybody? What's wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with me?


I'm seriously so sick of being that kid. The odd man out. I've just always been THAT kid, and I always will be. And I'm so sick of it, but there's seriously nothing I can do. I've been trying to figure this out forever, and I can't. I wish someone would just tell me. Even if you have to be brutally honest. I can't be take this any more. I'm never good enough for anybody, I can't ever be what they want. This is killing me. I just want to know. Why.

Current mood: ...

Current music: The Blood Brothers- USA Nails

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7:52PM - Fondle my melon-collie.

So veternarian's day is tomorrow. I'm celebrating by nailing my dog to a bust of Joe Pesci. And my cat has feces. So we decided to put them in Ms. Pool's hair. Piss piss piss.

Why am I the weirdest kid ever?

Anyways, my week was pretty good I suppose. There's no more band, so now I have more time to destroy my veins with Cocaina-Cola every Tuesday and Thursday night. The bonfire tonight was...indescribable, I guess.

And just to clarify...

Nothing is going on as of now with myself and the Kisa. Jeez, I don't even know if I like her! I don't think she likes Hayden anymore, I read her journal. Maybe there's a chance, but I doubt it. After all, it's just a crush, and a crush by definition is "affectionate feelings for someone who will most likely not turn them back and are based mostly on looks." I have a crush on Jessica Alba. I think I may have a somewhat developed crush on Kisa, I guess you could call it. After all, we've been really good friends for quite a while now. It's odd how things like this develop I suppose. The same exact thing happened with me and Lexi, just way faster. I dunno, things are weird. Maybe I'm just being a lovesick weener.

There's definetely no transition to go from what I just said to being random again.

Jess is awesome. And also is my tributary belt buck.le.

I need a new icon real bad, preferably incorporating a base from http://www.livejournal.com/community/jessicafans/

and some picture(s) of me taken fairly recently, I need some of those anyways, if anybody has some they can send me.


Neandrathalic backflips, post-it, toast-it, bust your head on a landscape and give me a Jewish name instead of a regular type one. My dog has ear medication right next to my computer speaker, and that's no lie! King Tut is soo hott right now.


Mr. Mancini may give you a free lasagna sandwhich if you buy five guitars. And if he's feeling really good, he may give you six cents off and let you borrow his dog.

Current mood: slice of anus pizza, no sauce

Current music: August Burns Red-Consumer(one of many great breadowns)

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10:06PM - Bforjen, sacriledge left in the EZ-Flake. Competence and confidence. Rubbles.

I gotta update this little pre-pubescent girl quickly or else the 'rent will kill. The Loch Ness Monster.

Umm...yeah. The show, like 2 weeks ago, was absolutely incredible and I spent way too much money and now I'm broke. But it was worth it. I'm still broke.

Everybody's quitting the Slab and now I have to work with adults all the time and it's really really awesome getting to know them and having them tell me what to do instead of one of my friends. Jessica Alba is sarcastic sometimes.

I need your prayer help. I'm kind of going through a fairly depressive state, and I also really need help on deciding alot of things about my future.

And I'm so tired and junk I'm not even gonna try a sweet random outtro.


Imbroglio eruptions cuddly femur kibbles, I can't begin to describe the aforementioned Mark Penner. Wilf precipitation in the form of a literary analysis, ankle amplification is the latest trend. Illegitimate osprey, I can't believe I have to go to playoffs.

Peterson Peters

Current mood: PG-13 movies are too artsy.

Current music: Sonata Arctica-Destruction Preventer (freaking amazing song)

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2:50PM - Oh ma squigglin jumper!

Wow, so much junk this week I can't even try to be sweet.



Too much effing band this week in generalcornwallis. Dumb exhibition on Tuesdeee, Dumb practice on Thursdeee, tuffxcore practice Frideee, contest we pwn3d Saturdee. Which reminds me...


For those of you who haven't heard, I pretty much lost the piano competition Saturday (keep in the mind prize money was 500 EFFING DOLLARS) to a faggot. Like a truly homosexual kid, named John Rogers. This kid. Was. A. F**************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************king. FAG. Only reason he won is because he gets so much stress from being picked on at skool because he's a queersuck reignbeau stroker and if he didn't win he would've committed suicide and the judges would've been arrested for involuntary manslaughter. Come on. The kid bawled like a lil' babee when he won. How cool is that?

I totally wanted and needed that money more than the other 2 guys. Come on, Brian RItCH-SON's brother is effing Aquaman/male model, and Brian's a frugal daughter, as aforementioned (crawfish stinky). He left today to compete in a fencing tournament in Europe?! Yeah dude, that kids loaded and not a sweet penis/pianist. And he thought he was gonna pwn me yesterday, what a bag.

I practiced my ask off for that competition and I got beat by a Mcstoopid. I'm seriously still so mad about all this junk. I don't have a car. I needed money for the show today so I wouldn't be frying my wallet (which was almost lost). I'm more beautiful than the other 2, even though Brian can do 201 pull ups in 3 1/2 hours for a backpack.

Mullet Fest was pretty sweet though I guess. I bought some sweet SutheRn MErch, including:

- Rebel flag belt buckle that says "Redneck Woman" on it.
- Shirt with fat puppies in a basket and a sky scene, floral setting, butterflies etc.. and it says "Southern Girls Make Best Friends"
- Shirt with 2 strawberries and a Reb Flag that says "Rebelicious"

Man, I got sooooooo pissed at the amount of retarded drug use. I was spitting like an AngelOfDeathInToronto. And then Patti uses the sweetest most oxymoronic phrase ever: "Don't be judgmental!" Oh well, I thought it was semi-funny. It's still ridiculous how dumb kids and their drugs are. It seriously pisses me off. I feel like me and Jason are the 2 only clean kids in Niceville, at least in the scene.

And now I'm headed off to Temple's to go to DUDESTORM, which I have been waiting for about 230948209 hangings. You guys have no idea how excited I am. Mandatory Post Show Update coming soon. Me coming home about 3 tomorrow morning and then going to skool. Jeffrey.

Current mood: Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssss

Current music: DUDESTORM EXCITMENT

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11:52PM

http://jessica.dark-delusion.net/indexx.php?skin=5



That's all I have to say.




Except that Homecoming was the gayest thing ever. And I can't wait til Dudestorm. And I really want a girlfriend?

Current mood: crumple

Current music: The Fall Of Troy- The Hol[]y Tape

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6:53PM - Battered bullets summarized pastry Higgins, "Eeyore told me to do it."

Wolfen infants have been proven obsolete according to the new issue of Sexuality Quarterly. Gee Ronald, thanks for the absolutely nothing you boob.

So, I guess everything has been carnivorous lately. I saw Into The Blue on Friday and it was of course, absolutely amazing, and not just because Jess was in it, but it had a nice plot, great half hour of pure violence, Jess was in it, great movie quote to use in a song, I made out with Kim, I made out with Hunter, I made out with Hunter again, but most of all, Jason's parents were there. Sweeeeeee. t.

For those of you who didn't hear....

Some retardedly ballsy kid made up junk about me and told his/her parents "they saw me doing drugs". That's awesome enough in the first place. But wait! It gets better! Except worse! The kid's parents go up to mine own and tell them that their kid was an eyewitness to my crazy Wonderland trips, and they believe that sphincter prance. I had noticed that my pay checks and allowance had been missing for a couple days because I usually cash my checks myself but my mom "volunteered" to do it for me, but in all factuationalism (yeah Brentley!) she stole them and put all fraggin' $175 in my savings account, which can't be opened until I'm 18. Yeah dude. Savory midgets on a toasted whale. I love the trust level!

I definetely have straight B's.


I wish I had time for a nice lengthy outtro but I'll try to do my best with 3 minutes.


Blackened moisture credentials infiltration, Derek. Where is your commonly sauntered bulletin board, gasping, gasping don't take my stylist the peasantry recalls that grouse's wedding like a tuna on a harpsichord with its serenades, OH THOSE SERENADES. WhY CAN'T I AFFORD ONE OF THOSE TERRIER CLIPPErS. Can I get some negril, nephews, homosexuality is commonly colored Mildred. This one sucked alot.

Heated Mattress Pad. Comfort and Support, for your thug life.

Current mood: My eye shoots Denzels!

Current music: A Life Once Lost-Vulture

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9:17PM - Excoriation Panda. Bear.

Well, it seems I haven't updated in a while. And things.


Life has been a real McSkid-mark lately, especially with the 'rents. I got really pissed off at them last night cuz they were making fun of the fact that I had porn problem and I left the table, then I see my dad running at me full speed and the guy effing TACKLES ME. I made another reference to how no one else's parents treats them like crap and throws them around and kicks them and junk, and then he slams the table and yells "I'm leaving and I'm not coming back till HE leaves!!" I swear, they hate me. I guess we're better now, but nothing really even got solved from the 2 hours we wasted yelling at each other, except we're not really mad or anything anymore. It was dumb.

Then I get to carress the motherhood at the game tomorrow. Sweet, with one exception: it's the gayest thing ever!


Umm...should I cut my hair?


Still no homecoming date. I'm not the awesomest kid ever.


Rectal dysfunction, it pummels the pasteurizers.


Okay, now my mom's being a total bitch again...back to the old cycle.


Random Jess fact: (since I hadn't found out anything new for a while) Jess's mom was a lifeguard when Jess was a child. And I wanna go see Into the Blue.

Current mood: Happy Pissachristmas ma and pa

Current music: Co&Ca-Willing Well I: Fuel For The Feeding End

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10:37PM - Liquified by the blender of Crisple.

I feel like the worst human being on the face of the planet. Life. Plain. Sucks.

Current mood: protrusions of kissy

Current music: Bear Vs Shark-Catamaran

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5:26PM

Quick update love!


So anyways this has to be short and junk. Like a fish.



I recorded "Deleware Hardcore Scene" AKA the 15 minute breakdown but to no avail, I recorded it on a .WAV file and purevolume only does MP3's...buttholes.


Oh yeah, like all my good Jess pics are gone so send me lots and lots of keepers cuz I only have like 50 left.

Thanks mom and gay.

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8:06PM

Death.


























































































So I've really been getting into hatred lately....



All-State was God-awful, there has never been a worse audition in the history of mankind. It was terrible. After my audition I slaughtered a Tusken Raider. It was pretty cool I guess. I went to work and gave people free ice cream and now I'm gonna get fired. I played my first service at the Episcopal church and it was really bad and all the old people said I did really bad. Except gay.


And I still feel like an anus with a big fluffy robot inside. I wish someone would knock politely on my window and shove a district attorney in my throat. Odd how my entries are still random and I still feel like the junks.


Someone pray for me or something, I dunno. I guess God doesn't feel like cutting me any slack, try to get him to cuz I really need it.

And I don't have time for the random outtro. Cockfighting.

Current mood: crackers of hatred

Current music: Minus The Bear-Pachuca Sunrise

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8:52PM - Bashful cerebellums smuggled flagella smith, spite the spitoon, bash the blowholes.

I've been doing alot of thinking lately, noticing dumb junk, I dunno whatever and I've come to a conclusion unfortunately:


There's alot of people that cannot effing stand me. I feel like the most annoying kid alive, like no one even likes me and I'm just a hindrance to them. I can only be thankful for real friends I guess, I can be thankful for Kisa and Catherine and Jason Parr, people that really comfort and like to be around me and junk. And I know this sounds dumb, but it seems like everybody's jumped on the couples' bandwagon, and pardon the Anberlin rip-off but "everybody in this town is seeing somebody else..." and I guess it just makes me feel left out or I've just been especially lovesick lately. Everywhere I look someone's hugging, kissing, holding hands with someone else, why not me? What's wrong with me? It feels like everything has been sucking it hard lately, I don't feel like talking to people alot of the time and I feel like sometimes my efforts of trying to do something right are so pointless. Sometimes I get the feeling kids like to talk about me behind my back, like literally right when I leave. I don't know what's going on with me right now, I just wish it would go away. I dunno if I'm just being retardedly paranoid or whatever, maybe stressed out. I just wanna go to a show and forget about life for a couple hours.

All-State auditions tomorrow. Sweet. Except gay. I almost set the Slab on fire. Somebody hang out with me or something. I guess I can try a good outtro.


Ample cobblers in flaccid penile factory, charmingly breast control spilled on the faggot buttons, you jerk! Symphonic urine all up in my grill, I'd most likely need some sort of facial tissue for all the printers being laughed at. It's okay though, they're a little more Jeffrey than the usual heathens.

Patrick Swayze?

Current mood: junk...

Current music: In-Quest- Stahlmacht: Destruction Unbound

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