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[24 Aug 2006|04:28pm] |
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I went to orientation at 9 this morning... took my ID picture which is possibly the worst picture i have ever taken, which i have to hold onto all year. *turn your head to the right, body to the left, tilt your head,* i felt like such a tard. its going to be ugly anyway, stop trying to set me up for ugliness!
now, i should have been smart enough to go to the schedule line first, seeing as i could give a rats ass about the ID and grad night crap... but i didnt know where it was so i did otherwise. i ended up waiting in the schedule line for about an hour, (A-L is always fifty times longer than M-Z) moving MAYBE 3 steps within that hour; started feeling realllllllllllly sick to my stomach, couldnt wait any longer and left. i went home and scared the shit out of my guardian, because i almost spewed and was hovering over the toilet...i felt bad for scaring her. i took a nap and when i woke up she had boughten me papa murpheys pizza and said "see, your special!"
it was really cute.
i went to get my shot and was in traffic for like 10 minutes just trying to turn onto paseo. only one lane was open on all of paseo. so...... whats up with all this waiting inlines today. its so annoying! lol.
anyway i got my shot and i feel better. maybe thats why my tummy hurt? cause i did get it late, i dont know how late, but it feels pretty damn late.
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[23 Aug 2006|12:38am] |
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"Sweet blasphemy, my giving tree
It hasn't rained in years
I bring to you this sacrificial offering of virgin ears
Leave it to me, I remain free from all the comforts of home
And where that is, I'm pleased as piss to say, I'll never really know"
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| stabby Mcstab stab! |
[22 Aug 2006|11:24pm] |
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Okay so basicallly i am just going to bullet point... cause.. theres no words to describe how tired i am.. im all partied out.. lol.
- i am missing over 60 dollars of my parents money. well i know where 60 went. a bunch more is missing and i have no clue where it went. im fucked.
-fuck! im really fucked...lol
-im so tired ... i need to do laundry but i dont want to get up.. i want to go crash...
and last but not least,
FUCK
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[21 Aug 2006|12:41pm] |
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I didn't get the job.
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| "cause we find ourselves in the same old mess, singing drunken lullabies" |
[21 Aug 2006|12:29am] |
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FLOGGING MOLLY :) |
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so hayward pride was decent, paying to get in was bullshit and the security guards were dicks. it was only one block, it looked even smaller than last year. well..last year i was working the whole time, so this was a completely different experience.
it was okay though. not wonderful, but it is always nice to see a congregation of gay people with their guards down. i like watching the people dance, because no matter how "bad" they dance, it still somehow seems that they dance well, because they dont care. they are being them. and its beautiful. i didnt feel like dancing though. lets just say that i was "dummy fucked up." yes. dumb. haha. i left my arizona ice tea in the grocery store... the one i bought from the liquor store and walked into the grocery store with..and i forgot it somewhere during my voyage.
so everyone was getting mad with me because instead of dancing i was sitting on the curb just chilling... but fuck them! i was enjoying my damn self. sight seeing, if you will. there werent very many hotties though. there were enough to keep my eyes occupied.
news alert:
im thinking about changing my hair.
That was junior prom by the way, my hair is alittle longer now, but basically the same....
add that hair to it (and yes, keith flint of prodigy is fucking hot.) so far i have 1 no and 2 yes.
my sister always said i should do my hair like that..and when it comes down to it i dont care what people think. but i also have to get a job.
so.
if i find out i didnt get this job, im just going to go ahead and do it.
any opinions?
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| FUCK HAYWARD |
[20 Aug 2006|08:49am] |
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leave it to hayward to charge for a pride street fair? who the fuck charges for admission to a PRIDE event. maybe thats why hayward pride is only one block of bullshit. because people would rather go to sf pride (which isnt a crock of shit) and not have to pay to walk around and look at booths. if i come to your damn bullshit event and am not let in, im going to dropkick someone.
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[19 Aug 2006|07:23pm] |
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"its typical, create a world, a special place of my design: to never cope or never care, just use the key cause he's alone"
ive been having a strange reoccuring dream lately, well, i dont know if i would even call it a dream - its when i am falling into sleep is when it happens, and its hapened atleast twice so far.
the "dream" goes like this:
i am driving, but all of a sudden it is like my eyes are closed and i can not open them. but when i check my eyes or try to pull them open.. they are already open. so im basically freaking out not knowing wether i should turn, wanting to get off the road but i cant even see to do so. sometimes i feel a cops presence near me, sometimes not. its truely scary, and it all seems very real. and then i wake up, and realize i was never even fully asleep.
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| 'Bent' |
[14 Aug 2006|12:59am] |
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i visited my grandma and watched possibly one of the saddest movies i have seen. its called 'Bent' and is about gays being targeted during the holocaust. i recommend this movie to EVERYBODY... even though it was extremely depressing, it left me with a sense of pride. go watch it... now.
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| Detatchable penissssss |
[13 Aug 2006|06:59pm] |
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again.
This happens all the time.
It's detachable.
This comes in handy a lot of the time.
I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,
or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.
But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,
and the next morning I can't for the life of me
remember what I did with it.
First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.
So I called up the place where the party was,
they hadn't seen it either.
I asked them to check the medicine cabinet
'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes
But not this time.
So I told them if it pops up to let me know.
I called a few people who were at the party,
but they were no help either.
I was starting to get desperate.
I really don't like being without my penis for too long.
It makes me feel like less of a man,
and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.
After a few hours of searching the house,
and calling everyone I could think of,
I was starting to get very depressed,
so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.
Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,
where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,
I saw my penis lying on a blanket
next to a broken toaster oven.
Some guy was selling it.
I had to buy it off him.
He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.
I took it home, washed it off,
and put it back on. I was happy again. Complete.
People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,
but I don't know.
Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,
I like having a detachable penis.
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| Mkay |
[08 Aug 2006|12:11am] |
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Mkay scotty. I added a couple of communities for you and friended you. The color scheme is in the making so find the picture you want as the background. haha. And you also have three userpics to choose from now. hahaha
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