I snuck up on a squirrel today! It was awesome! I got within armreach, and was gonna grab him when some foolio walked up behind me and scared the poor guy. The squirrel, not me. I’m priceless.
My wang is so huge.
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So, so, so wrong.
So! To review the past week! She who shall forever remain nameless is a real cutie, J is addicted to 17 year olds, tends to touch things he shouldn’t whilst in public and “not in his right mind” for the first time, I proudly add, I have 3 tests this week, 2 concerts, and 3 dates this weekend. Overall I think I must say that, despite the looming “Tang” sign in my future and my failing efforts to avoid it, life kinda rules!
I think I’m cooler than C and D. You know, as long as we’re talking about the half-life of a banana in the arctic circle surrounded by Penguid Goa’uld. We were all going to bed last night (together! winkwinknudgenudgesaynomore) when:
C: Dude, you don’t even want to know what I was considering… Royce knows…
J: What…you mean…like…black chicks?
Looking back, I have absolutely no idea what he was talking about, even though I’m sure he explained it to me. Most likely I was too distracted by the mysterious liquid beginning to pool on my pillow. Oh yeah, I suppose it’s worth mentioning that C is worth $2.3 mill and I’m worth $2.24mill… *eyes C and the unmentionable question suspisciously*
She who shall forever remain nameless. You know, I like this whole “Refer to people in the 8th person” or whatever you call it. It’s so…done by me. There is, after all, only one road in Canada, and A.W.E.S.O.M-O is only one robot.
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J – 16April04 – Night – Gumby’s – Dude, how old was she, and what did I just touch?
A Theory
There’s this theory. Given an infinite universe and infinite time, all things will happen. That means that every event is inevitible, including those that are impossible.
I pose a question to you all. Now cmon, seriously think about it! The legends of every major culture all contain some sort of character who’s singular purpose is to grant wishes, except America’s. The Arabs have Genies, the Irish have Leprauchans, the Chinese have Dragons and Monkeys, the Europeans have Fairies and Wood Sprites…what do we have?
I’ve had an Epiphany! I’m not actually off dating. It’s just hard being in so many relationships looking for commitment, when all the girls I date aren’t interested in the least. Sometimes, being the Nice Guy is really, really tough. 🙂
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And I dancedancedance, and I dancedancedance.
Single: .06 seconds, Average: 1.6 seconds!
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Love is giving someone the power to destroy you, and trusting that they won’t…
That quote is mine, so if you use it, give credit where credit is due!
Ramblings and Ruins
Well lets see here… havent posted for a while. Besides the concert I havent done anything too crazy lately. Here’s a little something to ponder on.
Looking in a mirror to see who I am
Lost in the gaze looking back at me
Eyes so full of lonliness and hurt
An invisible tear runs down that boys cheek
He shakes his head forgetting the pain
Puts on a smile and all seems well
Still unhealed from the past battle
Pushing back into loves long war
With every step he hopes for relief
Wishing for another heart to fight with
Waiting for some to see elegance in his scars
Wanting desperately to find a figher on his side
Looking back at me what does he see?
He knows my past better than anyone
Was I foolish? Was I just? Who am I?
Should I have regrets? Or did I do what I could?
I see he has loved deeper than ever
Only to seldom see that love and care returned
I see him searching his past for someone to run to
Finding one, that fate long ago tore him from.
Finding old loves in his life, some dearer than others
torn away by fate and left heartbroken
Even if it seemed old fires were to be rekindled
He could not strike the match for the current burning flame
I reach out to comfort him so many times
So many times I am the only one who can see his pain
Yet he tries to hide it from me daily
Sadly it is a hole I can never refill alone.
Highschoolers, Short Pants, and Crowdsurfing
My back and neck feel like I’ve been wailing on C and D in [insert Nintendo Game Name here] for 36 hours straight. Apparently having blue hair and red eyebrows make girls act completely differently toward you. So the concert lasted, oh say, 3 hours. Throughout the entire thing, no matter where I managed to “migrate” to in the crowd–migrate, as in, go where the crowd pushes you–I would always, always end up in the middle of a bunch of highschool age girls.
And every…single….time…I would get tapped on the shoulder, and some young 17ishyearold would look at me with bright, shining, pleading eyes. Sweat glistening on her forhead, she’d stare up at me, extend one finger first at me, then at herself, then up in the air. And I, trying to ignore the fact that I was touching a 17ishyearold where I…in what I like to refer to as Real Life (RL)…shouldn’t, I’d wrap my arms around her…uh…waist…and hoist her onto the tops of the multitude of people in front of me. Remember the groups of highschoolers I mentioned? Yeah. It was a floodgate. First one, then eight. After…oh what’s the word to use…what can only be considered in RL as “molesting” 35 of these girls, I lost count. I’d get a little twinge in my back and neck everytime I would feel someone launch themselves at my back. I dreaded that stupid little finger.
Don’t get me wrong, it started out being completely awesome! Wrapping my arms around 100pound girls, and summarily tossing them 50 feet into the air has a certain degree of entertainment to it. But…yeah…then I kinda began to realize that I wasn’t seeing too many Armbands around any of those wrists…and it just became…icky…
So…yeah…blue hair and red eyebrows…overall, definately worth the experience. I will not, however, go into any more detail as to exact events that transpired at said concert because, in true Road Trip fashion, what happens on The Mile, stays on The Mile. At least, not until C or D break the seal first.
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Alyssa <4 March 2004)> (11:31:44 AM): I love you 😀
Ha! I’m priceless.
Death to C for claiming dibs on first post
My teeth hurt.
My teeth hurt. It’s a really weird experience, and I can’t really explain it more than that.
Sometimes I wish people would call me Dude. Or Duder. Or El Duderino. Don’t ask me why. I don’t have to have a reason. I tried to steal D’s pizza while he was on the phone. I threw a dorito at him in hopes to distract him further, that I might make a quick getaway and enjoy my pizzaliscious victory. He divebombed me though. Fartknocker.
I was in the middle of class today. Not paying attention. Daydreaming of little furry people living in the magical forest-that-is-C’s-ear-hair that speak some made up language like Shooshy or Frumptyfroodenwuffer. I totally lost where I was going with this. Anyhoo, I was reflecting on my experiences thus far in college, and I came to realize how truly deprived I really am. Oh! And speaking of chinese people, a few weeks ago, I got tired of hearing these three little bells on the girls’ door across from us. So I stole em, and attached em to my name. The bells, not the girls. Although that would have been cool. ‘Cause their hot. Anyway. Enter present day. I come home from weekendathome, and I find three (to their credit, new) tamp**s hanging in place of my cute little Bells! I had even named ’em!
So! Having said that, I am open to suggestions on revenge tactics! Any reccomendations may be sent to Ishamael@commonexception.com
And I’m sorry C, but my speakers still kick the spinal cord out of yours. Nubi.
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Ann (5 April 2004) – (9:26:33 PM): nope, your cool
Hell yeah I am.
Makes Sense…
Sometimes the only sense you can make out of life is a sense of humor… Thats been a quote I have tried to remember no matter what I go though. Life can be painful at times but if you look hard enough there is always some good to come out of it. And as J kind of said, for every pain you go through you come out stronger and wiser in the end. Let us just hope that we can learn from others pain so that we dont make the same mistakes. For those of you who have gone through the pain be sure to share what you have learned. Ok so that enough senseless rambling from this lunatic mind for tonight.
Trust me
I offer, for your consideration a message I recieved a few days ago. Important information has been withheld to protect privacy. A great man (I think it was Shatner. Shatner rules) once said “I fear the capacity of an individual to justify his or her actions will forever amaze me.”
*pauses to let that sink in*
The message I sent to this individual, as I have done often in the past, was one of comfort and a little advice. I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Note: I address this not only to the individual in question, but to everyone who has ever been in a relationship. Why does everybody, not just the individual in question, refuse to take responsibility for their actions? Why is it always someone elses fault that something went wrong in a relationship or in life? Am I really so evil, that I helped someone else realize how they really felt–or at least helped them find the gate leading to the path they had so desperately been trying to find? Wouldn’t it be far more beneficial to attempt to focus on why the relationship didn’t work, and therefore try to fix whatever fault may have been present?
Is “therefore” spelled with an “e”…?
Being engaged for a year and a half helped me to realize how to act–and more importantly, how not to act–in a relationship. It was a hard lesson to learn, but I’m glad I did. I wish, however, that more people would be willing to take me at my word, rather than having to “learn the hard way,” as I did. Through that hurt, I realized how I knew I was truly in love.
You know you are really in love when you are willing to give the One thing you love the most, more than anything else in the entire world, up for that person. Secondly, you know you are in love when you are willing to let that person go, in hopes they find someone who can treat them better than you. As far as the latter was concerned, I didn’t leave her, but I let her go and asked God to send her someone who could have been better for her. (Granted, I didn’t think it would have been possible, but that’s not the point) And as far as the former is concerned, if you ever have to give up that One thing, then you know, without a doubt, that your significant other does not love you.
To the individual in question, and the rest of you as well, I can’t say more than I already have. I don’t force my opinion on people; it’s up to you to ask me.
Don’t learn the hard way. It’s not pleasent.
Trust me.
Who
Ever wonder who you have become?
Someone once said, “Look into the mirror…and see yourself.” Lately…I’ve seen my brother.