Of mankind we may say in general they are fickle, hypocritical, and greedy of gain.

I like today's writer's block.

How do you define a true friend? What would lead you to end a friendship?

The answer is any friend who would help me bury the body and NOTHING CAN BREAK SUCH A BOND.
Anyway here we have a new unholy triumvirate I'm noticing:

• picture of a baby for an avatar
• black birds background
• crazy multicolored font

Gentlemen, welcome to flavor country.
I would like to point out this background was specifically designed with white font in mind but never mind, idiots, use dark red and bright orange. That's fine. Anyway here's the first post and therefore most recent post and I'm still not really understanding how Livejournal sorts these writer's blocks because I remember this one from a bit ago:

Do you believe society will ever truly overcome racism?

I believe my answer was something like "no, people are biologically programmed to fear what looks different from them" but then again I also believe I'm quoted as saying "Jesus Christ didn't die on the cross for you to marry someone who looks like you" so I'm not really sure what my stance on this issue is.
Basically I'm looking for the view that lets me call brown and yellow girls delicious while still using race as an easy way to hate someone.
Not that I hate people because of their race but if I hate someone I can use race as a way to buffer my litany of hate against them.

I do not believe that our society will ever overcome racism simply because there's a lot of people who are way too ignorant when it comes to other people's culture and lifestyle.

Like earlier this week I was pissed at Korea for producing shitty music that gets stuck in my head.
But that's okay because I actually bothered to watch the video and I found the girl I'm going to marry in it.
She doesn't know it yet but it's coming.
I suspect the fact I don't know her name and I don't understand a word she says isn't as big a relationship issue as people make it out to be.
Apparently it's "Sooyoung" and I think I'm just going to call her Sue. Girls like when you have pet names for them, right?

Instead of asking questions to learn, people would rather criticize and judge it as something evil or wrong and because they feel that what they know as being civilized is as is, often people do not realize that its a big world and that not everything that you know is right.

But I am always right. ANALYSIS IS THE BANE OF CONVICTION.
And today's writer's block's (fffffffffffffuck) answer:

I define a true friend who is a friend that is always there with you through thick and thin. Someone who is not afraid to tell you how it is even though its something you don't want to hear. Someone who will always have your back regardless and is ready to defend you no matter what.

BLAH BLAH BLAH SAILOR MOON LESSON ON FRIENDSHIP.
Seriously could you have thrown more cliched bullshit at me? I literally feel like Sailor Moon just schooled me on friendship while I'm waiting for Gundam to come on.

What would lead me to end a true friendship would be death because when you have a true friend all the trials that life hands down can be faced as long as we are facing them TOGETHER!

Only in death does duty end.
Wait, no, that's Warhammer.

Its every girl's dream to find a husband who's a knight in shining armor.

I found out today I am literally a knight. Two people I don't know called me "sir" and as we all know that's the title of knighthood so it must be.
But as Machiavelli said: "it is not titles that honor men but men that honor titles."
Truly he was the wisest man ever.

However, taught that to our mom's and their mom's mom is totally a deliusional. THERE IS NO KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR. THERE IS NO HAPPY EVER AFTER ONCE YOU GET MARRIED.

Oh, what's this?
10,000-20,000 members, 10% of whom were knights?
I just proved historically there were at least 2000 knights.
That's ignoring all the other orders of note bopping around at the same time.
Oh right I guess you weren't talking about cool shit. Anyway, proceed.

Growing up that's what I always wanted. To find a husband who's a knight in shining armor. To be a mother and wife but unfortunetly thats not the case!

:V

I've known my Jose, my husband now for 9 years before we got married in March of 2009. Quite frankly and simple put, I never regretted anything in my life before but if there's anything I hate and regret its him. I regretted every staying in a relationship that is unfulfilling.

I'm really interested in whatever the fuck you're talking about.

But I don't know why. I still ask myself why. I've always have a nature to endure whatever hardships come my way. I simply just keep quiet to myself every pain and every sorrow I can muster.

Suddenly I'm sad I already used that line from The Inquisition War in the last entry. How did it go? "RELAX, MORTAL MAN, OR YOU WILL SURELY DIE IN SUCH PAIN AS WE ALWAYS ENDURE."

I don't know how or why but I just do. I guess its because of being treated like a low life all my life that I'm able to endure all this pain and suffering. I keep on hoping that somehow somewhere my luck would change that something's bound to give.

A foolish man puts his faith in luck. A wise man puts his faith in The Emperor.

I regretted being married to him. He's vain, selfish, arrogant, ignorant, self-centered and a pain in my life. If only I have $, I would get a divorce.
I thought that if we got married, our lives would change.

Typical dumb girl move. I'LL MARRY HIM AND CHANGE HIM :3

My 1st agenda is save $. Although Jose's my husband I'm tired of giving him everything of what is mine and yet he doesn't. The only thing he gives me $ for food and for him. He can't even give me a gift for xmas or birthday that is something that I would like.

Sue and I will never be like this.I think she has considerably more money than I do but I definitely won't forget her birthday or Christmas.

Being married to him is like being chained and imprisoned. At least a prisoner is happy behind bars.

I've met a few prisoners in my life and none of them were especially thrilled about being in jail.

I can be sure of this, IF I ever bother to get married again, I will make sure the next guy won't turn out to be like Jose.

I think I found part of your problem. "if I ever bother to get married again" like "eh, if I can be bothered to go to the Warham store I'll buy new glue but if not--"
You idiots need to realize marriage isn't just an excuse to throw a big party and look pretty. There is an afterwards.

What would you consider the worst job in the world, and why?

I liked this one a lot because the responses were basically "whatever my current job is."
But seriously my current job is the worst one in the entire world.

The goals that I want to achieve by the end of this year would be 1.) Get in shape to tone up and be healthy and 2.) be financially secure.

Oh hey, speaking of totally unrelated shit.
That's fine, really. Just say whatever you want and don't bother staying on topic.
Oh, and here's the exact same writer's block where she does answer properly.
Errr--

The worst job in the world I would say is to be president of whatever country you are from. This is the worst job in my opinion because people are never satisfied.

President of my country is on vacation in Hawaii last I checked.
I guess it depends on the president, really. I'm sure Truman wasn't having a good time during that whole WW2 and the nuke thing.

So anyways, took Michael to the nearby mall today around 1:30pm with my dad! Had lunch. He loves French Fries and as long as there's french fries he's alright. He didn't even touch his chicken nuggets lol.

SO ANYWAYS LOL I'd like to point out she mentions she's 31 at one point.
I'm cutting her some slack, though, because she is from Papua New Guinea and I don't think they speak GOD-FEARING ENGLISH there.

He wouldn't go without me anyways.

>anyways again
Nope, slack ends there.
And that is the beginning of her blog and therefore the end of this entry.
Well, to attempt to tie this meandering few pages of nonsense into some kind of conclusion:
KNOCK IT OFF WITH THIS BACKGROUND, FUCK.

BOREDOM

Welcome to day 1 of a 7 day EXTR-R-R-R-R-R-RAVAGANZA I'm calling "the Seven Deadly Sins of Livejournal'. Christmas is one of the two holidays that gave us the Seven Deadly Sins and even though I'm not Christian I need no excuse to be down on people so I find these seven little things you should not be very useful.
But we're not here to talk about that. I've instead decided to devise my own list of sins you twats commit daily in addition to the other shit you shouldn't be doing. Fuck yeah, piling on.
Besides if we go by the Greek orthodox list of sinnery (word I just made up) I'm guilty of one: acedia, or "not giving a fuck".
Anyway, boredom.
You may remember this blog originally from this entry as indeed all of these posts will be the year in review, how exciting.
I left this bint with the following sagely advice:

This one seems to have that whole literacy thing down. Now she has to focus on not being boring.
Such work, this writing.

Let's see if she managed.

If there is one thing i have learned outside of the classroom, essays, and projects during these past 2 weeks it is that finals weeks is the worst time to rekindle a relationship.

Oh yeah.

I've been really good about not thinking of Madden, but the fact is that I still want him back.

This is already getting a mighty "who gives a fuck?" from me so I'm guessing she has not managed to be less boring. The important thing, Josie, is not that you committed the sin it's repenting (turning away from).

He has said that we're still friends, but I wonder if we'll ever hang out again. If we do, I'm afraid to ask him if he could see me as more than a friend.

This is such great speculation on the author's part. HE SAID WE'RE FRIENDS SO I WONDER IF THAT MEANS WE'RE MORE THAN FRIENDS?

i have a feeling ginger tom won't be inviting me out to celebrate his birthday this friday. i think i need to just stop communicating with that boy.

But I thought you had a thing for Madden (not the video game)?
Man I could go for a double header: what the Catholics think of you what I think of you. Lust and boredom in the same breath.
Quite a piece of work, ye worker of iniquity.

on a higher note, i just learned that we are still allowed to have overnite guests until december 21st! :D

HARLOT.

Tomorrow is the induction ceremony for Comm. Arts honors society at 6pm and refrshments are afterwards at 7pm. my parents are coming! I hate that this and the opening night of the one-acts are on my mom's birthday.

Oh. Remember when I said "she seems to have this whole literacy thing down"? Welcome. Welcome to my mistake.

Anyway, today this attractive friend added me on the FB. Naturally, I checked out his profile after adding him. Under religious views: I love Jesus. Some people might think that's a joke, but after reading that he's going to a Catholic (or Chrisitan...what's the difference?)

Not all Christians are Catholic but all Catholics are Christian?
LOGIC.

so i've talking to this really great guy lately, except i don't want him to be MY really great guy as in a boyfriend. i know that i'm a flirt, but this time i did not initiate "this," whatever it is. we're friends, and he's amazing, but i don't want to be more than friends no matter how many times he compliments me.

Bro got friend zoned. Also glad to see the "semi-literate" theme is carrying out. So instead of repenting we've actually taken a step back in "Josie Is..." (great blog name, incidentally).

he asked me "if i weren't me, but still ur friend, how would you act around me?" or something to that effect. Um, first off, he is jon. Secondly, that made me feel kind of shitty. i get it! i know myself; I'm a flirt. But you did this first!

Someone care to diagram these sentences?

tonite, i want to get wild,

even though i halfway did that last night by drinking too much brandy in my sangria and therefore forgetting/not paying attention to half of what the guy i am talking to said when he brought me safely back to my dorm. yes, LJ users, I am talking to a guy. i'll leave it at that because as of this morning, it's complicated.

My "guys she's fucked" tally is already up to 4 or 5 (depending on whether or not this tool is a new one or no). I should have just entitled this post "lust" and said "fuck my own list".

i want brandon,
suitemate to my fellow 3rd floor RA, Mike.

BRANDON. Hold on, getting a scorecard.
So we've got Brandon, Madden--
Tom?

I'm posting this from the office because I left my journal in my room, but don't want to forget what I have to write.
I've been having very surreal dreams lately (what dreams aren't surreal, right?). Last night, I dreamt that I was being super close and touchy with Michael in a fun way.

Cool font. So now we have Michael. Michael, Madden, Brandon and Tom.

So I really hate holding grudges unless I truly think you deserve it which is why I vow never to talk to Dave again.

Yeah Dave, fuck you. Humph.
Is my list expanding?
Who gives a shit?
Ugh, let me tell you why this is pointless to even keep track of. Who gives a fuck about Dave or Tom or Madden or Brandon or PROFESSOR AND MARY-ANN HERE ON GIIIIILLIGAAAAAN'S ISSSSSSSSSLE! if she's just going to passively talk about bad shit that happened to her? For a "student of film" (presumably she wants to be a director or script writer, I dunno) she sure has a big problem with showing instead of telling.
Why do you feel the way you do? Who are these people? No one cares unless you explain. As I'm sitting here reading this I get the vague impression you're upset or elated or whatever emotion rollercoaster you're on currently, but from what I can literally read the only thing I'm left saying is "do you feel or think anything at all?"

It's becoming a sort of habit (or ritual) that whenever his name is mentioned it must be followed by "Fuck Dave Tendler." This reminds me of "This Lullaby" by Sarah Dessen when Dexter's band would always say "Hate Spinnerbait" whenever the band was mentioned.

And then there's this. What the hell's this shit? Who the flying fuck is Sarah Dessen or Dexter's band? What the fuck is a Spinnerbait? What the fuck am I reading? Your explanations just warrant further explanations. Are you so hipster and cool that my mainstream consumer brain can't handle the sheer obscure references per second to read your otherwise untarnished blog?

I don't mean to sound selfish or conceited, but if my relations with anyone ever falter it's usually because the other party lacks communication with me.

Which explains why you're often saying you're going to stop speaking to someone. I get the impression you still think "the silent treatment" is a viable solution to a disagreement despite being in your 20s.
Goddamn I had almost totally forgotten about this blog (because it was 10 months ago) but reading it now, just as then, brings my piss to a boil. How can you write this much and say absolutely fuck all?

Why do I bring all this up? Like I said in an earlier entry, Kyle (check entries from last spring if you don't know him) is living in Linden.

Jesus Christ who has time to catalog every cock you've sucked? Just say what you mean and be done with it. Tired of decoding fucking Livejournal and tracing through the history of idiots like I'm solving the Enigma Code or some shit.

I went to grab some lunch at the PayCafe not too long ago and low and behold there he was sitting alone eating lunch with his earbuds in. I wanted to go over and say something to him, to be nice to him, but I couldn't get myself to do it when he tried to avoid eye contact. I don't want it to be this way. I'm not crazy about being his friend, but I want him to know that I don't hate him.

Maybe you could do with a little hate. Put some perspective on your otherwise meandering and nonsensical life and point of view.

I don't know if that makes the most sense, but I know what I mean.

WHY EXPLAIN IT NOW?
Goddamn I'm angry.

With all that said, I think that I may be crushin' on my fellow 3rd floor RA. No bueno. He's only 19 and I made myself a new rule: no hook-ups this year, especially with anyone younger than 21.

Year's almost over and I'm over 21 so THINGS ARE LOOKIN' UP FOR ME!
Oh, me. Fuck it, I'm tired of this already. I keep looking at the clock and thinking "I just have to put up with it for about another hour" and I've been saying that for about five hours now.
Josie: die shittingly.

Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memories

Today's Writer's Block is close to my heart because it is entitled "Stardust Memories" which is the subtitle of my second favorite of all time cartoon, Gundam 0083. Jesus Christ what a story. It's all about this young Federation pilot fresh out of the academy, Ensign Kou Uraki, and he wants to pilot the new prototype Gundam from Anaheim Electronics but it'll likely be left to one of the ace pilots from the One Year War, but then Anavel Gato, the Nightmare of Solomon steals the second Gundam and then--
Wait, no, this has nothing at all to do with today's blog. Indeed it has nothing to do even with the writer's block (disappointingly):

What is the your most cherished holiday memory from childhood, and why?

You tease me with Gundam-related question titles for this?
Oddly there's only one response to this question (presumably everyone else was as disappointed as I) but it says there are 544 answers so I think Livejournal is having a hiccup.
Anyway here we go. I knew we'd get to the blog eventually.
This blog is conveniently titled "My words and thoughts" which is helpful because I thought for sure this would be another person's words and thoughts.

Do you find the holiday season relaxing or stressful, and why?

Who even cares? Your problems are small and insignificant no matter how big they seem to you.

Both. Everyone seems to think that you have to eat like a pig.

... As opposed to the rest of the year where people are paragons of self-restraint, what?

I have ultra slow metabolism, if I even look at all that food I gain weight. But opening presents is fun, I hope they like what I got them.

I like that. The most stressful thing in your life is you can't eat.
Well, you could, you just have "an ultra slow metabolism" which if that were the case you'd eat and then not be hungry for hours upon hours.

I think the cat is eating more then I am. I'm fighting Cystitis and Tinea Cruris. Doesn't feel to bad in the morning but by late afternoon it starts to hurt. Still have several pills to take. I haven't done any exercising for three days. I think the only way this is going to clear up is to stop with working out for two weeks.

I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND THEY'RE GOING AT LIGHTSPEED AND I JUST CAN'T GET THEM OUT OF MY STUPID MOUTH!

I had a fun night last night. Went to the hospitals after hours care with a urinary track infection to go along with my jock itch.

Wow. This gives me a great idea for a Greater Daemon of Nurgle: Rotcrotch.
A giant rotting phallus that sprays disease and shit all over the fucking place.
Many a battle brother died felling the foul Rotcrotch, but praise be to Brother Captain Stern who managed to enter singles combat with Rotcrotch and banished it for 1,111 years and a day.

Man I'm really getting hit with a lot of advertising in my email and snail mail. I'm done with Christmas shopping, I don't need any last minute deals.

YOU HEAR ME, WORLD? HE (SHE?) DOESN'T NEED YOUR DEALS!

I don't want to sound like a broken record. Just got back from the doctor. I seem to be gaining about a pound a week.

That's because you're filling with corpse gases. You've been touched by the blessing of Nurgle and there's no hope now but a glorious death in combat or you become one of his fell spawn.

I've been eating good, healthy food, just to much of it. So I'm going to write down at the beginning of the day what I may have to eat and try to stick to just that.

Soon you won't need to eat at all and your brain will be inured to the pain and you'll just become this self-propagating disease machine.

I should cut my calories in half. I mean, apples are good for you, but I've been eating way to many, and so on.

Yeah, getting fat off apples. You're a filthy liar.
I hate this person.

Later: Did 12 easy miles on my spinning bike. Low tension, high cadence. Then lifted 10 pound dumbbells and did some pushups. That's it.

Well I'm not too familiar with the geneseed practices of the Death Guard but I have to assume they're like any other legion (prior to turning to Chaos of course) and you'd need a high carb, high calorie, high ceramic diet.
Although not really, Space Marines seem to have a peculiar metabolism--
Anyway I'm getting off topic.

Yup, cyber Monday. My sister-in-law emailed me wanted some suggestions on a gift to buy for me, so I gave her a couple of links. So she might be participating in cyber Monday.

Cyber Monday, baby. Where everyone pours into the sex chatrooms and has a giant e-orgy in an attempt to birth psychic carnal monstrosities-- man what's wrong with me today?

My fitness is gaining, i can do more push-ups and ride my bike longer and with more intensity then ever before, but get this: I'm gaining weight! Just doesn't make any sense.

OH MAN IT'S ALMOST LIKE MUSCLE MASS HAS, GET THIS, MASS!

Well I discovered something interesting. Couldn't figure out why my new army coat isn't keeping me to warm. Well the answer is it needs an inner liner!

Wow, the obvious strikes again.
Whoa just wandered off for five hours. That's how riveting this was I guess.
Uhh--
piss off.

THE BATTLEFIELD AWAITS

Today's entry has pretentious twat written all over it, man.
Gee, give me a moment to muster some sympathy for you and your relationship turmoil, especially considering the PROBLEM IS YOUR FAULT.
Also it does that thing where you have to agree you're 14 coming in and then you're 14 at each entry. Good. Now Livejournal isn't loading entries and I can't say this is necessarily a huge problem for me--
Ah fuck it loaded. Anyway here we go--
Her first entry is entitled "Division" with a thousand ellipsis.

...and I'm not talking about math.

My relationship feels divided...emotionally, physically and more important - mentally.

Women, man. It's easy, just ask her about her day and what's on her mind. Then she's going to start running her fucking yap and you can think about sex. When she pauses just restate what she just said in the form of a question and hope it makes sense.
Hum, getting my gender relations check for sure in pussy sensitivity class.

Our relationship feels very superficial to me right now.

I believe Jesus said it best: there is no such thing as superficial relationships, just superficial people.
Actually that wasn't Jesus, it was Zeus.
Okay I lied again. I just made that up.

Am I the one who should be addressing the issues until they're dead on the floor?

Sounds like you're the only one with issues.

Should I be making all of the plans? What changes should I be responsible to implement?

Implementing changes-- this is a relationship, not a consulting firm, Christ.

Are all of these things in my head??? Should I be selfish in this relationship and simply tend to mine and my childrens needs, completey disregarding my partner?

>selfish
>tending to your children
errrrr--

Really???? Is this how it's going to be forever?

More later..gotta go now - she just summoned me for lunch.

SHE.
That reminds me there's a chiptune group called she that's pretty good.
Anyway I'm getting off topic.
And here's today's writer's (TOO MANY POSSESSIVES HOLY SHIT) Block:

Have you ever fallen in love with two people at once? How did it work out?

This was a strange question to me. I guess I believe you should be guarded in your emotional state more than that-- and that's probably why I have about no friends since moving three years ago, but that's not the point.
The point is you shouldn't commit to a bitch until you're reasonably sure nothing better will come along or you can lie to yourself convincingly that nothing better has come along.

I was in a committed, long-term relationship and fell in love with someone else...unexpectedly!

... As opposed to all the people who do commit to relationships fully expecting to fall in love with other people.
DO PEOPLE REALLY DO THAT?
I love all these people who think that somehow excuses their bullshit antics. I DIDN'T EXPECT TO FALL IN LOVE.
Oh, well then that's perfectly okay, then. Just a vow of marriage no huge deal. Not like you VOWED something meaning you'd promise NEVER TO BREAK IT AS LONG AS IT WAS IN YOUR POWER or anything.

It was tough on me mentally and emotionally, not to mention the other two people involved. The former didn't end well and I had made an absolute mess of things before all was said and done.

And yet evidently you brought this all on yourself so excuse me for not feeling any sympathy.
... That'd be like me punching myself in the nuts and then typing "goddamn it, I just hit myself in the nuts" WELL SHIT, SON!

People are going to do what they want to do, but the small amount of experience I gained on the subject was enough to last me a lifetime. I can't help but think, what comes around goes around...

... Err, I think you're supposed to say that when someone does something to you, not the other way around-- fuck it.
Holy shit now there's a giant wall of words.

I love me some Lady Gaga...

Last night found me, once again, tending to the house while my love interest/roommate tinkered around in the garage with the go-kart...ya, ya - I know...AGAIN??!!

k

Ummmm yeah, my thoughts exactly.

Well I'm glad someone knows what I'm thinking in this situation, apparently.

Last night in bed I was watching The L Word (which I love, love, love) and girlie decided to get frisky on me.

Girlie-- what--

After a few minutes I couldn't control my attention to the TV any longer.. we began to make out, caress, etc...then the tickles set in on her. I'm quite used to this because she's highly ticklish around her hips and inner thigh, but this was a new area - the neck.

Oh I get it. Lesbians.
Well that explains why everything is vague and not too gender-defined. Still not out to the parents, eh?

She shivered in a tickled frenzy and giggled a bit. I asked if she was ticklish and she said yes. So I moved on...a little set back in the mood - but all's well that ends well for the evening...right? WRONG?!

WRONG.

About 430am little man woke up crying because he was picking at

Hey whoa, all right. I thought you were a lesbian, not a pedophile.
Well, I suppose those aren't mutually exclusive categories--

the scabs on his face and had realized that one was still a little too attached for his liking. Poor guy wrecked his bike over his dads house last weekend and landed on his face. :(

Father's responsibility to teach his son to roll like a man.
Remember always: you can't control when you fall, but you can control what you do while you're falling. The ability to override your instinct to brace yourself with your arm is the only thing that separates you from the beast.
Arms across the chest, tuck the neck, try to get on your back.

Anyhoo, we both rolled out of bed and tended to baby boy...then we went in a laid back down in bed. Suddenly it was discussion time... She made a reference to last nights' sexcapade and then said, while laughing, that when I was 'stroking' her neck she was making up a joke in her head about (of all things) "stroking a c*ck."

You talk about massaging her inner thigh and yet you censor cock? What the fuck kind of censorship is this, woman?
That'd be like me censoring "d*mn" after using "fuck" and "cunt" already. (har har har)

I was instantly horrified and completely turned off. Then the comment penetrated (no pun intended) my thick skin and my feelings were hurt.

Why?
Actually no, don't care.

Now she's judging different things I do when I make love to her and comparing them to c*ck?? WTF???

Nope, still don't care.

I went into my usual mode of shutting down...I got quiet and turned over to face the wall. She immediately picked up on my change of attitude and asked what was wrong. I told her I was offended and to know that her headspace is filling with jokes while I am simply exploring her body is just cruel.

Baby, when your brain is full of fuck it's full of fuck.

If that's the kind of thing you think about while being intimate - please, for sake of your partner - don't ever tell them.

I'd hope she'd be cooler than that.

In true fashion she became instantly irritated and thought the whole thing was her fault and suddenly it turned into I didn't like the way she makes love to me and then my head was spinning. She got out of bed...in the shower...packed a bag....and did her whole "I'm leaving!" speech.

These people are so irrational.
And yes I mean that with every conviction it can have.

This is at 5am, mind you. I don't do well at any time before 9am - and she knows this - but here we were engaging in this child-like behavior at o'dark thirty. She told me on the way out of the bedroom door that I was mean and she didn't have to take this kind of abuse and to judge her is cruel and why haven't I ever insulted her in the sack before now and yada yada yada.... I just let her go cuz I could hardly form a coherrant thought...

Well you posted this at 4:25 PM, what's your excuse for not being able to form a "coherant" thought now?

I said I was frustrated because I wasn't sure where I could touch her without her feeling ticklish and me feeling like she didn't like what I was doing and was it going to be like "ya, let's have sex - oh by the way - you can only touch my p*ssy."

Censoring the word "pussy" in light of this discussion has to be the most bizarre and inappropriate thing I have seen all week.
... It's early, though, and tomorrow's pussy sensitivity class so we'll see.

She didn't like that at all... She left after slamming 100 cupboards and doors on her way out. Then she went 3 miles up the road to Starbucks and started a texting war with me...which I refused to engage in.

So what's this argument about, exactly?

Then she called and said she was hurt and was feeling like she was going to shut down and not initiate sex ever again with me because of the rejection I was giving her. She said she made up a joke in her head about a c*ck because she didn't want to tell me what she was really experiencing.

Those poor children.

I think my girlfriend feeds off of chaos and pain.

CHAOS.
Cover to Brotherhood of the Snake, I think. One of the few Warhammer books actually worth reading.
On an unrelated note: this.
Now there's a post that has font so small I need a microscope--

What a difference a year makes...this time last year I was hopeful, giddy...bursting at the seams with passion and yet so consumed with the secret I was carrying day in and day out.

The secret is she worships Slaanesh and heads a depraved sex cult involving human sacrifice. That is, until the Emperor's Space Marines made planet fall. The green panoply and grinning serpent of the Salamanders chapter.
Into the fires of battle, unto the anvil of war!
No I'm just making this more interesting than it really is.

I had completely checked out of the relationship in May...and he knew it...but I didn't know how (or didn't have the courage) to walk into the room and tell him it was o-v-e-r and make the necessary arrangements regarding finances, custody, etc...

Whosoever shalt end the relationship shall take nothing but what was brought in the first place.
That seems like a fair rule to me.

I found out she liked a certain set of vampire novels that I also adored.

Twilight, hurrr.
Also you don't need to say "a certain set" like it's some kind of indie shit no one has heard of before. I'm pretty sure it outsold the Bible last year.
Anyway I think I have something to do for pussy sensitivity class now.
GOTTA BE SENSITIVE YO

Small steps corrupt

The flames of hate consume you, filth.
To me, little in the world has as much raw soul as Warhammer. Sure a lot of it seems kind of silly and over-the-top but one thing you cannot accuse it of is being phony.
Which brings me to today's blog: what a tool.
AWWW YEAH GOTTA AGREE I'M 14+. In this case I suspect it's a wise idea because anyone under 14 is probably getting stalked and maybe raped and buried under this guy's mom's mobile home.
Yeah I get it, you're creepy and you admit to it (lol so edgy) but you are scum and I'm watching you. Scum.

If you could go on a road trip with any person, dead or alive, who would it be, and where would you go?

Namie Amuro. Or Audrey Hepburn.
What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.
Still can't find my Groucho Marx picture.

I guess I would take either Vincent Price, or Alice Cooper.

Whatever, fag.

They and I have something i common, we're creepy people, ha ha ha. Where would we go? Up your mother's crotch.

Sick, got me. I guess.
Anyway bro you keep trying to be edgy and I'll tell you when you're finally funny.

Okay, it seems Frankford, Texas and Dearborn, Michigan have been adopiting the creepy Sharia Law, according to an artile I read today. Ladies and gentlmen, the creepy Muslim are starting to come into this country and taking over.

Cool spelling, mang.
Also here's me giving a fuck. If people don't want to stand up and defend their way of life then good, it should be superseded by something stronger.
Also before you (as if this idiot will ever find this) jump on my tits about saying "HURRRR ISLAM IS BETTER THAN 'MERICA" that's not what I'm saying. I'm saying you're a lazy asshole and deserve to be thrown into the 13th century for a bit until you can learn how to not be a cunt.

Now, as an open minded person, and as someone who wants nothing to do with them, based on personal experience not stereotypes, I will be the pacifist and say, just avoid one if you see someone of that faith.

>open-minded
>lumping all people of a discreet category together
You even trying, bro?

Better yet, call the FBI or police on them, picket their places of worship, etc.

Call the FBI if I see a Muslim, right.
Hey, guy I've spoken to a few times in pussy sensitivity class? I know, we got along but I gotta call the FBI on you now because "victorgreywolf" told me to.
Also why the fuck would I picket their place of worship? Are you kidding me? OH NO PEOPLE BELIEVE THINGS. If I'm picketing them I'm going to picket the Christfags too and everyone NOT WORSHIPING ZEUS ALL-MIGHTY.

Who cares if this post is hurtful, this is what people should do. It's the right things to do.

"Right thing to do" is somehow objectively stated. I just need to point to that and you're automatically losing any debate.
Some things are objectively the "right thing to do." For instance, taking care of your fucking kids or staying off your cellphone in traffic but many things (this included) are not objective.

(This goes for the cross worshipping bastards known as christians also, so muslims who read this, don't. flatter yourselves thinking you're so important to be singled out. I'm Christian phobic as well, and damn proud of it.)

Okay.
Wait, what's your point again?

It is true I don't like Muslim people, but I am not going to stoop to their level, and say that they don't have a right to live. All I want to say is that I want nothing to do with them, regardless.

>don't want anything to do with them
>wants to picket their place of worship
Please, do continue.

Their way of thinking is meesed up, plus the bad experiences I've had with them are more than enough to make me want to avoid them.

Well I've read several well-researched and -crafted critiques of Islam but I must say this is probably the best. YOU HEAR ME, ISLAM? VICTORGREYWOLF SAYS YOUR WAY OF THINKING IS "MEESED (sic)" UP!
In fact I've read several critiques of all major world religions except, oddly, Greek mythology. NONE CAN ARGUE WITH THE MIGHT OF ZEUS.
Also Zen. Speaking of: gotta write a fact sheet about Zen for pussy sensitivity class. Somehow I don't think an entirely blank sheet of paper with the words "if you can put it into words it is not Zen" will get me a 10/10 despite capturing the essence of Zen as much as you possibly can with words.
School, go figure.
FELT THE TOUCH OF THE COSMOS for this assignment and you give me a 1/10. Why aren't you being culturally aware and teaching equity for me? :(

That is all I wanted to say. Thank you for taking the time to listen to my opinion.

NO PROBLEM MY GOOD MAN, NO PROBLEM.

Okay, it seems that an imam and his wife are recieing death threats over a mosque in New York.

America, land of the free where you are free to worship whatever you please--

I say to them, good for you. They have people beheaded and blowing themselves up and imposing their ways onto us, and being as creepy as Musilms are

My college (and indeed the high school I intern at now) has a fair number of Muslims and they all seem pretty laid back. I dunno, guy.

and as bullyish and violent hot heads, I am not surprised they are complaining, especially since overseas, they do these horrid things to us.

Here's a real exchange between me and this Muslim guy at my school:
WARNING! HARSH LANGUAGE
guy: oh hey!
me: hi how are ya?
guy: can't complain, can't complain
HOLY SHIT WATCH OUT TERRORIST IN TRAINING

So, now we're fighting back, and that's what they don't like. Do you personally care for those scumbags? I sure don't.

No I don't but don't act like we're on the same side, scum.
If this were the Warhammer world I'd be purging you too, heretic.
Now he's weighing in on that issue where some guy killed himself over a Twitter post (evidently he was outed by his friends who were secretly encountering a homosexual encounter in a shower, which tells me only have sex in private if you don't want it on the internet but I always get the wrong lesson from things) and I'm sure this'll be good.

Okay, so it seems that a student in New Jersey killed himself when an encounter between him and a man showed upo on twitter. Zounds, right?

Not really. I mean if gay sex evokes a "zounds" from you I'd love to show you some of the shit I've seen on the internet in my time.

What exactly happened is a mystery to me, sicne I didn't see the video,

I saw it and let me tell you: you're not missing much.
Of course I've also seen several graphic suicides, a guy cutting another guy's head off with a hatchet and some other shit so you know maybe I'm a little desensitized.

but it could've made him famous, right? Who knows, me might've had a career as a porn star,

Well maybe but I'm sure he killed himself over being outed over the internet and the accompanying shame he felt, not over his lack of porn skills.

Hey, he might've had guys coming to him, and wanting a bj from him, but unfortunately, he's dead. How did he die?

I don't know about you people, but I think he could've cashed in on his skills.

If it were a girl, I know she would have guys coming up left and right for somerthing like that. I know I would love a girlfriend like that.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Also, yeah: you want a girlfriend "like that" meaning a girlfriend with a cock.
Deal with it.

Okay, the topic of discussion to date is the cyberbullying. I mean, you can't really control it, especially since the bullies are on a computer, un-monitored, so they can pretty much do whatever they want, right? And as far as sexting goes, well, kids will have to learn about it sooner or later, right?

You're right. Time to lock down the internet. You freaks are too free and easy. You need some adversity to make better people out of you.

I mean, possible solutions to sexting is to remove the text features from cellular phones, or not to allow kids to have them, right? I mean, if kids don't have those things, then they can't be targets of it.

STOP SAYING "RIGHT" LIKE I CAN FOLLOW YOU AT ALL. YOU ARE A RAMBLING PSYCHOTIC.

As far as kids being bullied, there is one full proof solution to prevent that:

DON'T HAVE KIDS!!!!!!!

Well sure, but now that you've had the kid now what?

As I've stated in the unplugged writers block, I've never known an atheist that has molested a kid,

I'm sure it has happened. Surely the Papacy doesn't have a monopoly on pedophilia.

Hey, as far as the shooting at say Columbine, and Virginia tech, I have mixed feelings about it, especially since I was bullied also, so I feel the bullies got what they deserved.

And the other people killed in these massacres?
I know I'm supposed to be shocked and horrified (or laugh "ironically") at this but man, this is pretty weak. Gotta up your game, bro.

The victims are fighting back, and to the parents of the bullies who were killed, I am laughing at you, and your kids, because they brought that killing upon themselves.

Goddamn it you pussies you're going to get picked on in school. Everyone does. Live with it.
They don't even need a reason to pick on you.
Now he's weighing in on Lady Gaga. This is good, I think the world and especially Lady Gaga need this idiot to share his opinion.

Okay, first talking about the guy who killed Lennon, and now, this Lady Gaga is it?

... What?
"Okay, first talking about the guy who killed Lennon"-- what?
Nope, reading it for the seventh time and it's still not making sense. WHAT DO I DO NOW, 9th GRADE REMEDIAL ENGLISH THAT DRILLED THE "IF YOU DON'T GET SOMETHING, READ, READ AGAIN" MANTRA INTO MY BRAIN?

Who the fucking hell cares, so she has problems, right? Does it affect my life? Fuck no.

For someone who says "it doesn't affect my life" a lot you sure seem bothered by a lot of shit. At least pretend it's tangentially related to your life for sake of reader interest, Christ.
See that's why my "here's me giving a shit" joke works because you're all worked up about nonsense and suddenly there's a guy not giving a fuck about the thing you think is so important you need to devote at least three poorly written paragraphs.

I mean who cares about that whore cunt, right?

IF YOU SAY RIGHT ONE MORE FUCKING TIME--
Also a quick search on Wikipedia unearths this page so I'm guessing quite a few people care about her. Note this page is separate from the Lady Gaga main page. This is just her page of awards and nominations.

I mean, I don't know what is more shallow, her or religion of any kind.

I dunno if you've ever read a religious text before but most of them contain at least one relatively profound thought. That's one more than I've seen from your blog, anyway.

Why do people worry about a celebrity. Shouldn't we be more concerned with other things?

Yes we should. Why don't you start?

Imagine your first chart-topping album has just been released. What sort of music is on it? What does the cover art look like?

Well I couldn't carry a tune even if I had a handle so I'm going to assume this is a hypothetical alternate reality where I can sing. In which case I'd probably record this album.

I would say the kind of music strippers dance to, or the kind that gets the mojo in bed going.

Bro I'm looking at the mugshot that is your avatar and you're not making music that women will be doing anything to besides macing you.
Also I have a slight problem with the title of this Writer's Block ("Sultans of Swing"): Sultans of Swing was not an album by Dire Straits, it was a single. The album was the eponymous "Dire Straits" and was not an immediate commercial success.
Anyway I think that's it. Feel like doing something better with my time.

LAY IT DOWN.

Well, well, well. By now you should know the routine. There's a shitty blog. I'm going to say mean things about it.
This is a good blog because 80% of the posts are writer's blocks. Seriously, why bother posting if you can't come up with anything?
Oh right, Livejournal.
Anyway, here we go.

Does anyone else have really strong scent memory?

No one but you. Smell is only the sense that pretty much bypasses all sensory organs and goes straight to your brain, so of course most people don't remember smells longer than any other memory.
Wait, no--

I always have... I have a lot of smells that remind me of specific events/places/times (vividly, too).

WOW, YOU'RE SOOOO SPECIAL!
Have you guys ever, like, smelt something and then related it to something going in your life at the time? YES? WELL YOU'RE A LYING SACK OF SHIT.

For example, bug spray/citronella always reminds me of Georgia, as does that "woodsy" smell or the "after rain" smell.

WOOOOOOOOOW! I'M FREAKING THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW!

I cannot smell the colognes or body sprays that my exes used to wear because it reminds me so strongly of them I start thinking they're like, standing behind me or something.

I can't smell pizza without thinking of VICTORY because I was at Pizza Hut the first time I leveled a Pokemon to level 100.
... That's a true story, too.
Level 100 Blastoise on Pokemon Blue, hell yeah motherfucker.
Speaking of: I finally acquired Pokemon Black and it crashes after I get through the little intro where I'm talked down to like I haven't been playing these games for 12 years. Great.
THIS IS A POKEMON.
Great, thanks professor lady whose name I've forgotten. I had no idea a game called "Pocket Monsters Black" involved creatures called "Pocket Monsters (also known as 'Pokemon')".

For some reason that cold air/wood burning smell makes me think of Christmas too.

For some reason the holiday that takes place during the cold season reminds you of things that happen in cold weather, brilliant.
For some reason, guys, whenever I see a pool I'm reminded of the smell of chlorine. Is that weird?

Today I sprayed myself with this perfume I used to wear a lot about a year/9 months or so ago. BAD idea. It smells like my old job, and it's seriously freaking me out.

So I'm looking at the Pokemon White ROM in a hex editor. I wonder if I can fix this? It's only a couple of thousand lines of hex, surely I can solve this before people who know what they're doing can.

I had a really crazy dream last night.

So lines a0 and b0 are all 0s. I wonder if that's usual?
So are 160 and 170, so I'm guessing this is the way it's supposed to be based off no other reason than there are a lot of lines like this.
Oh, if only I knew to what these referred I'd be able to figure this out.

Okay, so it started as a roadtrip to my Aunt and Uncle's house in GA (a lot of my dreams start this way, it's my favorite place ever). Except instead of being in a car with just my family, there were a LOT of people going on the trip. And somehow it was a car/truck THING, but there was this HUGE bed in the back... For everyone to sleep on?

Ever notice whenever anyone describes a "really weird dream" they had they always sound mentally handicapped?

Is there any book you can read over and over again without ever getting sick of it? Do you discover something new every time you read it?

The three greatest books ever written: The Odyssey, Inferno and The Count of Monte Cristo.

Any of the Harry Potter books.

Also Harry Potter.
And Twilight.

Any of the Chronicles of Narnia books. Any of the Lord of the Rings books. Maybe it's just a fantasy series thing,

Maybe I'm a fan of the fantasy genre given the three things I listed are fantasies.
Idiot.
No but I used to hate The Lord of the Rings and then I kind of softened on it mostly because of Warhammer (lame reason I know) because everyone was on about what a huge inspiration Lord of the Rings was for Warhammer so I decided to check it out.
They're pretty good books, actually. I think most people don't understand what J.R.R. Tolkien was trying to achieve (nothing new there) but they're definitely world's better than, say, Harry Potter.

GO BUY MY HUSBAND'S BOOK, OK??? YAY!

Let's see--
THE COLD TOWER.

Peace. Prosperity. Freedom. After fifty years it ends.

In the world of Scyllia darkness is coming. The evil sorcerer Enlokirim has risen from the grave, seeking revenge against those that destroyed him. He searches for the Triangles of Power: nine magical stones that are individually powerful, but even more dangerous together.

Amras Oronar, an outcast elf warrior, leads a group of adventurers in hope of stopping Enlokirim.

Oh hey, it's that plot to everything ever.
Remember when that guy made that gay Dark Elf ranger named something impossible to pronounce like Drizzt? Yeah, those were good times. Apparently EVERY NERD EVER agrees, Christ all mighty. OUTCAST ELF WARRIOR HAS TO GATHER MAGICAL MACGUFFINS.
Seriously could you come up with a more contrived reason to have an adventure? "Find some shit to stop the world from being destroyed" literally summarizes 99% of fantasy ever. You couldn't come up with a revenge drama or a "getting home" epic like the Odyssey? Something a little classier? No?
Well, no surprise there I guess.

So I'm re-reading Harry Potter, and I'm on the first book, and I was wondering about something that always bothered me. The scene where they fight the troll in the bathroom and Hermione says that Harry and Ron came after her because she went after the troll on her own... WHY? Why does she lie?

Because they're poorly written books? Are you seriously looking for an answer that makes sense outside of that?

I wrote a silly poem at work this week, while contemplating my cup o' pens:

My pens and pencils come and go,
Some are ones I do not know.
Where they come from, I'm unaware,
Perhaps they appear from thin air.
Red and blue and black and green,
Appear and disappear unseen.
What they do, I do not care,
As long as when I reach, they're there.

I wrote a poem too, while contemplating my Pokemon ROM:
Pokemon Black doesn't work on my Acekard,
FUCK.
Should have bought a CycloDS instead.
Thank you, thank you.
Oh, here's a picture of her new haircut. Before I click on it I'm betting she's a hambeast. Anyone wanna take that bet? (Of course not).
WOW WHAT A SURPRISE! A HAMBEAST!
Are you sure you were always a girl?
It's okay if you weren't. I'm an equal opportunity hater.

I don't know if you've all heard, but MTV is trying to do a re-make of Rocky Horror Picture Show. YES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT.

Here is a petition:

So? 96% of movies made this year were remakes or sequels.
I didn't make that statistic up, either.
You see, people make more shit now than ever, so they have to rely on name recognition to sell their product. Hard to compete with the internet, it is.

Also, yes, I am THRILLED that Obama won.

What-- oh, I'm quite a few years back now. Huh. Well two years later and I wonder if you're still thrilled?
Here was my face when I voted for him: :|
here was my face when he won: :|
here's my face now: :\

There are a bunch of idiots on the Dragon Cave forum trying to say that Obama isn't an American citizen.

So get your armor on (it'd have to be a rather cauldron-inspired suit, HO!) and saddle up your horse and take care of the dragons. I mean fuck, there's a place called THE DRAGON CAVE and there are still things alive in there to talk about shit?
Anyway what follows is a political meme (groan) and I don't feel like clicking back anymore so off I go to do something with myself.

Touch your vagina

If the Roman Empire was still about I think they would have put this woman (?) to death, perhaps not only for being a Christfag (of which she is abundantly guilty) but also hopefully for a far worse crime: for being an insufferable twat.
Her first post is really long about some guy who is trolling the Catholic church hardcore irl and she's butthurt about it (brotip: of the hierarchy of the church doesn't give a fuck you shouldn't either). It goes on and on about the Christian mysteries like anyone gives a fuck.

there's a lot of talk in various news sources about what we should be doing to cut back on environmental harm.

Oh boy I bet this isn't a butthurt rant about how WE WORSHIP THE EARTH AS A GOD (at least it's something we can see, asshole).

recently, it's been snowballing in the direction of addressing human reproduction.

Realistically we don't need nine billion people or however many there are, but people are going to reproduce like fucking cockroaches anyway so whatever. Enjoy your Soylent Green future.

this really isn't the best approach to take, especially in this early stage of radical but obviously necessary solutions to the scandalous damage we do to sweet mother Gaia.

Personally I'm still waiting for Gaia to send her monsterous children after fuckers like you a-la Greek mythology (where we get the word and concept of Gaia from in the first place) but unfortunately they aren't real. You know, like the Christian God? (burn)

then we could go for the people in prison for life. what a dumb prison sentence. we'll take care of all your needs for the rest of your life, and you get to die in relative ease and comfort.

>prison
>ease and comfort
what

desperately need help moving the library. if you can pack a box, move a box, or help move a bookshelf, please get in contact with me. I'll make you food. crispy cheesy chicken is on tap.

Help yourself. The Lord helps those who help themselves, as the Bible says (this isn't located anywhere in the Bible) (no one cares)

...I figured I owed y'all a post. : )

:|

my GPA went up - woohoo! no more worries about massively bombing all my classes and getting kicked out of ASU. after three years of shamefully screwing around, my GPA is 2.89, and will only get higher.

Ha, ha oh wow. 2.89 AND GOING UP! WOO SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF, A C AVERAGE!
Now she's implying she took Chaucer in Middle English (a class I've been trying to get into and failing to do so because it FILLS INSTANTLY :c) without reading any of it.
I know we go to different schools so my exclusion from this has nothing to do with anything, but seriously go get fucked.
I'm guessing you're one of those "WHAT? THIS ISN'T THE BIBLE!" types. Fuck you.
Now she's implying she's taking all of these classes to not work. Wow are we subscribing to a 1920s idea of college: women go to meet men to get married so they don't have to work.
Well good luck with that and everything.
No I think it's a good thing. Someone should stay home and pay attention to the fucking kids you'll squirt out. It's too bad you're such a cunt in the first place.
Now she's discussing the fine difference between a bodice and a corset (real interesting there, glad to see you're adopting fashion popular in the Victorian era).

so I was waiting at the bus stop when a black guy came up and asked me the time. I pulled out my pocketwatch and told him it was 10:10. he went and checked the bus schedule, then came back over and said thanks, then went on to say that at first he was kinda afraid to ask me "because of this" - and he touched the Confederate battle flag keychain on my backpack.

Before you get butthurt over this I'd like you to do something you've probably never done before and imagine yourself in the place of this guy. Yeah, you'd be nervous around some hick with a Confederate device too.

because yeah, I know that to most people, that flag represents racism of the worst kind. my family (on my mom's side) has been Catholic since we crawled out of the mud and saw God, and my aunt (who's big into genealogy) has dug up documents of theirs.

Connected thoughts, or insane rambling?

the flag represents to me so many more things.

Oh boy, now I get to watch you navigate the complex social and moral issues of the American Civil War. This should be enjoyable.
Skipping thoughts she no doubt borrowed from someone else:

the American Founding Fathers are heroes because they won. the Confederate Founding Fathers are traitors because they lost.

That's right and don't forget it. Scum.
Holy fuck this goes on forever about nothing.

so I had my ENG 222 midterm today. it's a big scary test since it's a survey lit class which means we read a list of works about as long as your arm and then get tested on all of it.

Not if you studied, dipshit.

one of the girls saved my bacon by telling me the entire plot and symbolism of one of the stories I hadn't read and missed the lecture for, and which I then totally rocked on the midterm.

Study groups are for the weak. Real men do this shit with nothing but their balls and grim determination.
The harder something is to gain, the more appreciation you will have for it~

so I read the three prompts very carefully. couldn't do the first one - didn't know enough about a Byronic hero

Dope. The Byronic hero, so named after Lord Byron, author of such epics as Don Juan (epic poetry being something I'm sure you're unfamiliar with, being a bore and all) are all marked by their magnetic personalities, self-destructive behavior, deep intellect and cynicism. They closely mirror the tragic hero in a sense, I guess.
This type of character has had profound influence on modern writing, perhaps the most famous example being Batman.
OH WAIT YOU WOULD HAVE TO HAVE READ SOMETHING TO KNOW THIS SORRY I FORGOT.

first I panicked cos I didn't think I could remember the names of three Romantic writers. yeah, pretty sad, I know, but I had a hard time recalling which ones were Romantic and which ones were Victorian.

:|
Mary Shelley, Alexander Dumas and John Keats. That's a fair representation of Romantic literature, I think. Compare Frankenstein, The Count of Monte Cristo and Lamia GO GO GO GO. Oh that's right you would have to have read these three. Uhh... I guess this is why you prepare before a test and not during.

I also have another test today, in Greek and Roman Religion.

You stupid cunt you better redeem yourself on this shit.
Since it's never mentioned again I'm guessing she didn't do so well.
Now she seems to be taking the reactionary stance that the Catholic church should have its masses in Latin again, which is funny because for someone who can't even be assed to remember three Romantic authors I can't believe she knows Latin. I know the two have nothing to do with each other but whatever.

- Skinny dipped?: not yet *sly glance*

Man emotes give me douche shivers. Also gross, fat girl skinny dipping.
Well whatever white people I'm tired of writing this shit and reading her stupid thoughts on stupid shit, so piss off.

Hey ponder this, Socrates:

WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU SO BORING?
Goddamn I wanted a blog to review, not the world's first no-drug insomnia cure.
I hate junior philosophers, mostly because they think they have something significant to contribute to society, as if anyone actually gave a shit about philosophy. In terms of philosophical movements all are about equal to each other, so just pick the one with the coolest name and say you're that. Alternatively, you could pick Zen which is basically the ultimate troller's philosophy.

So, as I mentioned a very long time ago, I've been forum going again, and (for reasons unknown) waded into a debate about how scientific method applies to religion.

Science does not apply to religion. This is like saying Math applies to English. Perhaps tangentially (mathematical proofs can bet written in English, for instance) these are separate disciplines.

So really, this is another debate about Hume's criticisms of inductive logic?

Oh boy David Hume. Snore.

Firstly, that science is effectively conditional.

I had another sentence typed that actually trounced this logic but then I'd look like as much of a bore as this bore, so instead I'll just go with the tried and true: firstly, "your" dumb

By it's very nature, science can't explain the why.

its* also science can and does explain why regularly.

Either our universe was created by the Big Bang, which arose from a singularity, or it was created by some kind of higher power.

Oh my God you suck so much at philosophy. I'm not even trying to be hardcore pro either, you just really suck at deductive reasoning.
Long, rambling post later: he's trying to make an argument out of first cause, essentially that something had to "start" the universe and without knowing the nature of this event all subsequent events are unknown and unknowable, which if you think that you are provably wrong. In fact, science can know relatively little about how the universe was created but still be perfectly comfortable concluding shit about unrelated subjects, such as biology.

So, I quite often come up with little hypotheticals. Small musings on a scenario that offers a little escapism from the restrictions of my current existence.

Oh, gag. That's douche for "I fantasize when I'm bored."

(Most of those restrictions come in the form of "Must not get arrested", but that's neither here nor there)

I hate that phrase. "Neither here nor there" all right, if it isn't here and it isn't there then it has to be somewhere, doesn't it? Fuck you. You suck, kill yourself. Also yeah you're so badass you'll throw down and get arrested. Right. No, I believe it. Go screw.

Everyone who thinks otherwise, and whinges about how much Placebo have changed, should go back and listen to their first, self titled album.

Oh boy a Placebo fan. Now I know to immediately disregard anything you say about anything.

Have you ever taken a personality test like the Myers-Briggs or Enneagram?

No because I'm not a huge bore who worries about what the internet thinks of me.

In ten years time, my ultimate ambition is to be married to Lauren, possibly with kids. She'll be a highly paid doctor, and I'll be free to hang around the house, look after the kids, and potter around and pretend to write my novel.

WRITE MY NOVEL. It'll suck. Also cool dream: I plan to mooch off my wife. I'm sure she'll be appreciative.

I'd make an awesome house husband. And even with the kids, and the whole pretending to write a novel thing, I'd get so damn good at Guitar Hero....

:|

2. What is the best book/book series you've ever read? Why?

In before some shit no one has ever heard of/general shit.

So far, Wars Of Light and Shadow by Janny Wurts. It's written in the most overly descriptive, florid, bizarre style, and it's very cliche in places, but I'm very fond of it, and I've been reading it for years.

Oh great, florid and cliche, my two favorite words to describe my favorite books. You're a douche.
Meanwhile the actual greatest story ever told, The Odyssey, is fucking rad. That's how I'd summarize it in two words or less. It has been a slow decline for literature ever since.

4. If you could be anyone other than you, who would you be?

Wow what a dumb question. I bet he has a lengthy answer for this one, though, as if he actually has thought about it before (people with anything at all to do with their lives haven't).

Well, as most people are aware, I started out in Genetics.

Yes. Most people.

It's my birthday. I'm 21. That's a strange and far off notion.

Oh we're the same age. Where did you go so hideously wrong?

However, I did end up with a hand and a half bastard sword. Which is nice.

I'd say this is scary but I'm sure it's too heavy for your candy ass to swing in any other direction besides vertically and horizontally, making your movement arc pitiful.

I did however also get a pocket watch with "The owls are not what they seem" inscribed on the inside.

Wow that's really cool. You're a really cool bro.

So in other news, I've given serious thought to retitling this collection of expositions "Pseudo-science: Wouldn't it be cool if?".

Translation from Douche to English: "I'm going to rename my blog something even gayer!"
Holy shit now there's a post about semantics that seriously made me forget to breathe. Wow, dude, this is serious.

A cooking show for the non sequitur crowd.

I-- what?

So, next semester's subjects are determined. Judgement and Decision Making, Attitudes and Social Cognitions, Intergroup and Relations and Processes, and Evolutionary Approaches to Psychology.

Judgment is actually spelled without an 'e'. Just putting it out there because I figured my pro at language (using Latin in sentences, what are you, me?) should know something like that.

In my newly found quest for some kind of spiritual erudition

Translation from Douche to English: "I'm trying to be wise."
Let me give you a protip for your stupid book, asshole: it's not what words you use, it's how you use them. No one gives a shit if you know the word erudition (from erudite, from Latin erudire, to instruct, see it's not hard) it's what you do with it.
Goddamn.

Let's-- not sure what I'm seeing

Maybe it's because my dog decided to wake my up at the UNGODLIEST of hours today but when I clicked on today's blog I just had to sit and stare for about 30 seconds until it finally registered: what the fuck am I looking at, here? Well my dull-witted self, if you scroll down there's your blog. This is intuitive. I'm going to look forward to scrolling that scroll wheel for about 5 minutes to read your latest earth-shattering revelation, lady.
Also cool microfont, I'm blind, etc.
I don't normally do this, but here's today's first entry in picture form, with my English teacher RED PEN ALL OVER IT :C
Oh great thanks for resizing that for me, Blogspot. Oh well now I'm typing as small as she is :3

woke up and immediately put on jeff buckley vinyl, and swam deep in the happiness of my blooming concrete jungled garden and the streaming sunlight.

Cool douchey imagery, cunt. Also she put on a vinyl, guys. That means record. She's indie. No MP3 players/CDs/tapes/8tracks/etc for her, maaaaaaaaan.

say what you will about south philadlephia, but in the early morning hours, when the light turns each leaf's cell matrix into a kaledioscope, I feel like luck has kissed both of my cheeks.

>Luck
>doing anything but being a turbo bitch
wow you read some different stories than I did.

my needs are so simply met, these days-

a bit of earth, songs sang from the missisipi mud banks, and your blue green eyes. I am pale golden.

What.

Am I the only one who thought the +44 was way fucking better than blink 182 has been since........2001?

Yeah because I don't even know who +44 was (I wasn't even aware you were talking about music until I read it again, to be honest) and Blink 182 or whatever sucks, so yeah, it's all you, baby.

And they don't have the dopey dick and fart jokes which is wonderful considering no one likes 30 somethings in so-cal dickies shorts talking about dogs licking peanut butter off their dicks.

Speak for yourself. That's my fetish.

Last night, after three fourties and fishticks, augusta got my named tattooed on her ass.


Things couldn't be better

Hi too much information.

You can come close to the original iron chef show. The american version just sucks

Yeah, well the dubbed English version sucks too so learn some Japanese if you want to be really pretentious about this you stupid cunt but ohhhh that's right you can't.
P.S. Iron Chef sucks anywhere.
Now there's some wedding photos that imply she married the Geico caveman. Cool star tattoos by the by. Looks real trailer chic.

i hope this terrifies you.

Sorry I didn't read this entire entry, what?

I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars.

Yeah... What?

Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man.

People have been bitching about this since literally the stone age. Stop it already.
Wasn't that some sort of Socratic curse "may you live in interesting times"? No you don't want to live in interesting times. You want to know interesting times? WORLD WAR II WAS INTERESTING. I'd love to see you storming Normandy, lady. OH THIS SAND GOT IN MY EYES WHY ARE THESE GERMANS SHOOTING AT US WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression.

Great War? That's World War I. No, you definitely wouldn't want to fight WW1, bitch.

Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives.

Speak for yourself. I had a gay old time (gay as in fun, but also as in homosexual) time playing Final Fantasy XI today. Got warrior from levels 20-24 and learned Sturmwind. Shit is so cash. I mean, yeah, everyone insisted SHIELD BREAK IS BETTER but who gives I shit I can totally turn your shitty fire arrow into a 92 point scission skillchain. I mean it only happened that one time and every time after that it was around 20 damage but I think that made (possibly) gimping my damage worth it. Besides it's fucking Qufim it's not like it's a scary hard place to level in or anything.
Ok back on topic, sorry.

We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars.

I haven't.

i made salmon burgers tonight
and they tasted like sex.

Eww.

everyone else:

things are great, ben and i are six months old.

GROSS YOU REFER TO YOUR RELATIONSHIP AS HOW OLD YOU ARE? Goddamn I just got douche shivers and I burped and tasted some stomach acid, but I think that might be an unrelated event.
Now there's some meltdown that I'm not quoting here about how TIME MOVES AND OH MY GOODNESS NOOOOOOOOOOOO. Ostensibly it's because she's turning 22 in 5 days (life over, incidentally. Might as well pack it up to the hospice because you are already dead) but I suspect someone was getting a little more attention than she was so here we are.

getting drunk and sloshing through rivers in my clothes, living on icepops and diet pills,

>alcohol (suppressant)
>diet pills (stimulant)
definitely not toxic or anything. Although maybe diet pills aren't stimulants anymore, shit. Anymore people are so FAGGOTY with their "ehhh I don't want to be jittery but I also don't want to exercise or eat less" bullshit science invented a way to trick your cavernous stomach into thinking it's full. God bless you, science.

when you touch me i shake like a child
it's late,

ha, ha whoa, easy there. Some daddy issues working their way to the surface or poorly worded poetry?

if you feel discouraged
when theres a lack of color here;
please don't worry lover-
it's really bursting at the seams
from absorbing everything.
the spectrum's A- Z

Glad to see we know how colors and color theory works in this blog.

in absolute short terms:

my friends are the realest, my boyfriend is epic, drama wont get us fucking down, so you can take that shit to the streets and run it up your fucking flag poles.

"Realest"? Going to have to check my dictionary but I don't think that's a word.

GO CHECK IT, and that my friends is the real baked potato.

lol so randum xD

besides, my spank pants? read CUNT on the ass. you love it.

Excuse me?

Simultaneous sitting 'til you atrophy
Maybe you try to be pretty instead of kind

Ah yes, atrophy. From the Greek atrophos meaning "to be ill fed" something I bet she is very unfamiliar with.

if i knew how to play guitar, i'd start a band. one like the yeah yeah yeahs & rainer maria. who wants to teach me how to play?

Here's how I read this: "if I knew how to play the guitar, I'd start a shitty band."
she went over to his apartment

clutching her decision

Oh boy I'm so looking forward to a million couplets like this one next semester.
... Now I'm suddenly down.
Oh well time to do something else~