Haven't i done this once already?

 

If you are reading this blog, please bear the following in ming:

I use POETIC LISENCE in this bit of documents.

 
read with a grain of salt.

I;m at radio shack.

 
Testing thier net, heh heh

 

Chris is here.

 

dun dun.

My parents flipped out when they saw what i bought today, heh heh. Figures.

How to get comments on a post:

 
1. be sure to include all sorts of controversial topic stuff inside of it. If someone gets pissed of, they'll read it and absoltely HAVE to put thier two cents (or $200) in.

2. Use names of other people, even if thier names never actually show up. These people are psychic anyways, and will know you're talking about them. Thus, they'll respond.

3. Place a post like this after a post tha already has comments. Everyone sees it as retaliation, and not as a random blurb (placed after a normal, everyday, no comment post, posts like these get little to no atention.). Thus, they have to comment.

4. Bear in mind that 9 out of 10 comments are there to disagree with or adjust your entry. Be sure to thank people for taking the time to solve the problems you inadvertantly added to your personal thoughts. They obviously know your thoughts better than you do, and can offer advice concerning the proper expression of them.

5. Comment thier comments. Most commentors hate not having the last word, and this particular method can begin a long string of comments.

6. Be sure to only post stuff when your brain is completely going nuts. Only when stressed out, angry, depressed, distraught, and sick can one really post material people give enough of a fuck aout to post responses to. If its happy, everyday blah blah blah, they'll ignore it.

7. When you post about yourself, be sure to include some sort of uplifting or interesting part of your life. This will get instant responses, as most people will attempt to make sure you know that your life really DOES suck or you actually ARE inferior to whomever writes the comment. They're need to make sure everyone knows they are superior to you will always, always generate comments.

8. Re-arrange this list so that the very second to last item relates most to your last post. This is about parallel to tossing a grenade into a 20' wasp nest. Sounds scary? it is... but you'll get used to it.

 

 
Be sure to copy and paste this into your blog for additional effect.

 
And be sure to pull stunts like this ALL THE TIME. People get annoyed. Which generates comments.

 
Other ways to get comments:

1. Light yourself on fire
2. Light your blog on fire
3. Light your blog on fire from someone elses computer
4. Eat a cat
5. Introduce chlorine to a bottle of rubbing alchohol in your best freinds backyard
6. Subsequently light thier yard on fire
7. Light a cat on fire
8. As a general rule, fire creates comments
9. Jump out an airplane
10. That you hijacked
11. Naked.
12. As a general rule, all combinations of fire, nudity, and aircraft creates comments.
13. Pee on the rear bumper of a car in traffic
14. Especially if its to put out the fire you just set to it
15. You might want to hijack the car afterwards
16. Light yourself on fire while eating a flaming cat whilst sitting on the roof of your hijacked aircraft pissing off the side onto the rear bumper of the car you stole to get to the aircraft, the bumper of such aformentioned car on fire after being driven through the back yard of your bes friends house, which is also on fire, and then jump off the roof of the aircraft into a giant vat of jello.

Naked.

According to this IQ test I took from Standford, i have an IQ of 129.

It was a long test... looooong test.

I checked to see what the average IQ of an american is, and its about 100. Albert Einstein was somewhere around 180-200 range, most neurosurgeons and professors are about 140, most school teachers are around 120.

So i'm halfway between the neurosurgeons and the school teachers.

 
My father took this same test and fell in the 125-130 range as well. pretty nifty.

 

 
Apparently, though, IQ means shit. Cause i'm still considering not finishing highschool, and i don't have a job.

heh.

 
Some people would call me an artist.

I'd call me lazy.

05

Hey, guess what.
 
 
Turns out i really am an asshole.
 
figures.

04

Jen is an absolute genius. its ridiculous. She's incredible.
 
 
She went out and got me two things for my birthday
 
 
I was expecting the usual stuff, something like a CD... or maybe some crazy lightup room ornament or something. Basically, the stuff everyone on earth buys me. Its not a bad thing, its just what sort of stuff people buy me.
 
 
The first gift she gave me was early, it was a hard cover sketchbook.
 
 
I almost fell over
 
Absolutely brilliant gift. Never would have expected it.
 
 
I was very happy.
 
 
 
Today, she gave me the second gift.
 
 
I was stunned...
 
 
The Art of Brom.
 
I only ever showed her the book once, a collection of absolutely amazing artwork from... erm... brom. Fantasy style artwork, mostly on the grotesque side.
 
I showed it to her once, and completely forgot about it. But she remembered it...
 
 
I was totally elated for about twenty minutes. I still am i suppose, heh.
 
 
 
 
 
Amazing. Amazing...

Quick top art list for the past DA year:
 


Top Ten Most Viewed:

1. Counter Intuitive by ~s1dc
March 21, 2004, 2:42 PM
189C, 374F, 2783V, 2723D

2. Sphenik - Pure Mix 3 by ~s1dc
February 21, 2004, 4:25 AM
16C, 13F, 333V, 2450D

3. Desert Eagle .45 by ~s1dc
February 5, 2004, 7:48 PM
19C, 5F, 240V, 1341D

4. Rein Despite Destruction by ~s1dc
June 9, 2004, 11:48 PM
15C, 4F, 184V, 1135D

5. Et-Cetera by ~s1dc
February 5, 2004, 4:44 PM
17C, 6F, 212V, 1035D

6. PAPER CLIP by ~s1dc
December 20, 2003, 8:26 PM
9C, 3F, 149V, 938D

7. Avian-F2 by ~s1dc
February 8, 2004, 6:57 PM
10C, 5F, 185V, 848D

8. Sphenik - Pure Mix 2 by ~s1dc
February 21, 2004, 4:20 AM
13C, 5F, 151V, 831D

9. Glock 22 by ~s1dc
December 12, 2003, 1:19 PM
6C, 0F, 84V, 669D

10. IGU 255 by ~s1dc
December 15, 2003, 2:48 AM
6C, 2F, 84V, 667D
 
 
Top Ten Most Favorited:

1. Counter Intuitive by ~s1dc
March 21, 2004, 2:42 PM
189C, 374F, 2783V, 2723D

2. Ignorance by ~s1dc
February 5, 2004, 11:05 PM
44C, 33F, 209V, 333D

3. Love Despite by ~s1dc
February 16, 2004, 8:10 PM
37C, 27F, 273V, 209D

4. No Tear left to Cry by ~s1dc
April 5, 2003, 2:09 PM
47C, 21F, 209V, 228D

5. Sphenik - Pure Mix 3 by ~s1dc
February 21, 2004, 4:25 AM
16C, 13F, 333V, 2450D

6. Overkill by ~s1dc
February 25, 2004, 5:42 PM
28C, 10F, 140V, 92D

7. Psychosematic by ~s1dc
January 25, 2004, 2:10 AM
23C, 9F, 110V, 91D

8. Sphenik - Dark by ~s1dc
February 21, 2004, 6:31 AM
13C, 7F, 114V, 125D

9. Contingency Blue by ~s1dc
March 21, 2004, 2:38 PM
14C, 7F, 208V, 500D

10. Agressive Communication by ~s1dc
April 30, 2004, 10:44 PM
13C, 7F, 87V, 42D

ok... ok... so maybe i'm not in as much shit as i thought i was.
 
 
whew
 
 
figures.
 
 
 
I did overdose on robitussin today... that was weird. it fucked with me... but i'm ok (much to the dismay of certain individuals).
 
 
The bottle said to call poison control
 
so i drank some milk.
 
 
 
 
 
Ah, and as expected, my angry post got the usual response (:
 
 
Although i can never tell when scot is serious or not online (four bucks?) i'll assume he's just reminding me of the debt. heh heh.
 
 
i've only got another 19 hours and 40 minutes of being 17...
 
So, i have to have sex in the next 19 hours and 40 minutes, otherwise its statuatory rape. Figures.
 
 
19 hours and 39 minutes.
 
 
 
For the more curious of you out there (the grand total of five people who read this... crap) may have noticed that there is a countdown timer in my archives section. Why isn't it in here?
 
It messes up my event box in the corner.
 
Dunno why.
 
 
 
 
Its a good thing not all of my freinds read this thing... otherwise i might really get yelled at. What for? I dunno...
 
People find reasons.
 
 
 
hey, what can i say? I'm an egotistical procrastinator with no motivation or semblance of common sense.
 
 
 
 
Man i'm bored.

03

Everyone can shove everything they have to say up thier ass.
 
Thank you.
 
 
 
I feel like i'm drowning in this huge steaming pile of life i've got. Woop dee doo, welcome to hell folks. Its hard as shit to get anywhere, nobody has any intutive words to offer, and each piece of shit is connected to the next piece of shit.
 
It is just one long string of shit.
 
 
 
I don't give a fuck what anyone... er... well, i just don't give a fuck anymore.
 
 
Tomorrow i turn 18.
 
Fuck 18.
 
 
I'd rather be 7, and spend my time playing with micro machines and GI joes.
 
 
 
Oh, and to top off my gorgeous life, i've once again managed to fuck up and not know how, why, what for, what about, etc etc. I just fucked up, and i'm not being told anything about it.
 
 
Keep me in the dark, yeah, good idea. That'll solve all problems. 
  
  
  
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Rachel, if you're reading this (which i'm sure you are) let me give to you my final piece of advice:
 
Forget about me.
I'm not worth the time you spend thinking and worrying.
 
So don't.
 
 
Find it somewhere in you to hate my guts (my being an idiot is a good place to start) and find the guy who is right for you. He's out there, somewhere nearby, and when you go off to university i'm sure he'll present himself. 
  
  
 
Also on my brain as of late:
 
Jen. All things concerning Jen have managed to take the forefront and served to completely mutilate my cognitive process.
 
In both good and bad ways.
 
Mostly good.
 
But the bad steps in and whacks me over the head like an angry, overweight bouncer from Scores.
 
 
Even now, i'm ready to drive my head through my computer monitor (or at least type about it in here and know that smashing my cranium into the PC is likely to be a counter-intuitive event). Eh... i suppose whenever she gets into a bad mood it bothers the hell out of me. Mostly because i immediately assume it's my fault, which is generally around the time i have to go home. This way i can wander aimlessly whilst my brain stews in its own juices, trying to figure out what i said/did/implied/forgot/broke/lost/thought/assumed/missed/etc...
 
*sigh*
 
 
Some days, she makes every problem go away and life is absolutely brilliant. Actually, everyday i see her. But sometimes a little bit of grit ends up in the back of my mind for some reason or another... something concerning Chris or Orion more often than not.
 
But every day, i look forward to seeing her.
 
 
It figures.
 
 
 
 
 
 
And yeah folks , i'm not going to keep Jen out of this blog as so to keep Rachel from shooting me in the face. I'm not ashamed of her and i intend on TYPING WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT INTO THIS GOD DAMN BLOG!
 
 
I've said this before. So there it is again.
 
 
If you are offended by my blog, i have a simple, one size fits all solution.
 
Don't read it.
 
 
 
So, quick summary:
 
1. I am tired and depressed. Again.
2. I seem to be in some sort of invisible shit.
3. I need a job (which i forgot to mention)
4. Fuck turning 18
5. I miss Jen
6. Life sucketh
7. Sans for Jen
8. Who makes life unsucketh while she's around,
9. And sucketh again while she's gone.
 
 
 
 
oh, and
 
 
 
EVERYONE CAN GO TO HELL! AUGH! DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE!
 
maybe i'm just tired... i dunno.
 
 
 
i give up.

02

Life is a big ball of junk right now.

some good, some bad. And because of the beautiful god damn circumstances, i have to be vauge as shit.



First off, for those who have yet to be enlightened to it, i have broken up with Rachel.



So stop asking me about her



Second off... eh, lets just say today was absolutely incredible. And because of that, i owe Kyle $50.

Figures.


So, thanks kyle. In the event that kyle loses his job over this... erm... sorry.



erg. vauge. We'll see if i can explain things soon...



oh, and hello to Jen (*hug*), Heather, Matt, Rich, Tim, Finkledoodoo (aka Carlos), Fabian, Joe, Andy, Becky, and everyone else who've kept me sane for the last few months. Also hello and thanks to Barb, Shel, and Jeff for keeping Pocket Change up and running. We appreciate it.



Now, i'm gonna go sit in a corner by myself and sulk for a while.



Oh, and, Chris? Sorry for stabbing you in the back. I never meant to, but you just wouldn't accept what as ging on around you. You're perfectly welcome to come and beat the shit out of me; you would not be out of place in doing so.

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this post has been taken down temporarily

01

Every once in a while i feel the need to purge my life of all things i find too familiar and start over. Not all elements at once... just a few.

This is one of those times.



I'll be alone here for... i have no idea how long. No contact with anyone, no nothing... as much as possible whilst going to class and work. I need to disappear for a while.


There are some people hurting now... some people who will soon be hurt. I apologize, i don't mean to hurt anyone, but it is part of the process.

This will be the third starting over i've ever created for myself. I figured 18 would be a good milestone to mark it. In a few short weeks, i'll have hit that milestone. Just a number, but its the only excuse i could find to begin this chain of events.


Starting tonight.