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ok this is gonna be my first livejournal entry in a long time so im a bit out of practice, but here we go:
i like pudding
sweet how was that, i think that was good. well, mabe it could use a little more. lets try agine:
so im sitting in somone elses dorm room using someone elses laptop. i like to imagine myself if i was in his shoes, what i would be doing if i was in collage right now. would life be going better or worse for me. its funny the profound effects that every choice in your life can have, like if i made the right choices i could be a millinair right now (or mabe not since i cant figure out how to spell millinoire), but you knever know cause if i was a millionare i would have never met alot of the interesting people that iv met in my life. every choice we make effects our life so profoundly, but at the same time we have no idea where it is gonna lead. SO, begals or doughnuts, choose wisely!! your future depends on it.
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[24 Mar 2007|06:24pm] |
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i seen a tiny cloud today, and my first thought was "man it would be fun to be a cloud." I would just drift around watching the world spin below me. it would be a truly beautiful thing. well at least until i get raind away, and even thats not so bad cause the rain makes me happy.
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[16 Mar 2007|09:59am] |
so... is this what everything amounts too. The day in day out existince of pure repition. Even the weekends are exactly the same, just with different words to fill the space between drinks and smoke. i go to work all night sleep all day for five days then throw myself into a drunken stupper for two. i think i just need to stick this out for a while, then a roadtrip, or a plane trip, somewhere far away, like ireland or japan. I dont even want to come back, ill just spend the rest of my days wondering the earth living life the way it is really ment to be, fuck the american dream, the american dream died a while ago. America has become the land of the almighty dollar where you live to work and work to live and are trapped in that existance till you cant work enymore then when you finnaly get that break and you dont even have your youth to enjoy it.
we need to start a movement to escape all of this. i dont know how, i do know that all i wanna do is spend the rest of my life travaling or living in the middle of the woods, compleatly self dependent. then ill be living my own dream not someone elses.
p.s. dont mind me, iv been relly strung out and blue lately
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[15 Jan 2007|12:21am] |
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they say life is what you make it... i disagree, life is what ever the good lord decides to hand you. i think that the saying should be "life is life, but you at least get to control your outlook on it." the way i say this may sound like i belive that life is truly random and you cant control eny of it, but thats not relly what i mean, what i truly mean is that you can work hard and get far in life, but, shit still happens, and when that shit happens what will you do, will you let it make you feel shitty, or will you use that shit as fertilizer in a wicked sick garden.
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[02 Jun 2006|11:45am] |
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graduation, fuck ya!
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[08 Apr 2006|12:36am] |
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battle of the bands the day after today... exactly 6 houres after 12 noon, and it cost 50% of 10 dollars, and we will rule, go to it.
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[19 Feb 2006|11:13pm] |
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i got a job at friendlys, i wash dishes, which is good if you love the smell of old food and dishes, but other wise it sucks, i didnt sit down for 5 houres
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[10 Feb 2006|03:12pm] |
I Am A: Chaotic Good Elf Ranger Fighter
Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.
Race:
Elves are the eldest of all races, although they are generally a bit smaller than humans. They are generally well-cultured, artistic, easy-going, and because of their long lives, unconcerned with day-to-day activities that other races frequently concern themselves with. Elves are, effectively, immortal, although they can be killed. After a thousand years or so, they simply pass on to the next plane of existance.
Primary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Secondary Class:
Fighters are the warriors. They use weapons to accomplish their goals. This isn't to say that they aren't intelligent, but that they do, in fact, believe that violence is frequently the answer.
Deity:
Solonor Thelandria is the Chaotic Good elven god of archery and the hunt. He is also known as the Keen Eye, the Great Archer, and the Forest Hunter. His followers respect nature, and only hunt when needed, but are quick to defend the forest from intruders. Their favorite weapon is the bow, and they tend to be extremely talented with it. Solonor Thelandria's symbol is an arrow with green fletchings.
Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy of NeppyMan (e-mail)
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[01 Jan 2006|01:57pm] |
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i didn't get a newyears kiss this year, haha thats ok, ill just save them all up for later.
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[30 Dec 2005|12:48am] |
is enyone elses cristmas vacation going wicked sweet, cause mine is!
o and i think i lost my job haha but whatever.
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[20 Dec 2005|03:16pm] |
"well i drank too much tequlia and i woke up seeing red"
need to find a few things:
charlie brown cristmas movie (it is not cristmas without it)
a good party on newyears, if you know one tell me
a bottle of captians for a friend (and myself)
well this was a boring post but whatever peace out
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[04 Dec 2005|10:36pm] |
well we won the talent show agine, this time it was awsome, the crowed freaked out like eight times during the show and people where dancing and it was just awsome. nothing in the world feels better then when your up on the stage and the crowed is roaring and the people are dancing, no drug in the world can equal that high.
to all of you who didn't go, you missed a good thing, and now you are square...ya feel me.
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[27 Nov 2005|04:23am] |
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talent show coming up next friday... everyone must go!
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| The End of Golgi |
[13 Nov 2005|10:58pm] |
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This is the story of the end of the Golgis Apparatus, but first you must understand what Golgi is. Golgi is a faithfull companion that has been with me for a long time, hes been with me for the good times and the bad, for the high times (usually relly high) and the low. I came across Golgi one day as i was pondering over which one to pick, and i saw it and somthing drew me to it, it wasent the best out there, it didn't have the deepest bowl or the biggest chamber but i knew it would serve me well. The first rip i took from it was salvia, a fine way to cristen a bowl. After that we where attached, from the lonely nights sitting in my house to the parties were the bowl was not quite deep enough, it was always by my side. I can remember (sorta) all the rides it went on in Aprils car, the first time smoking in my moms car, and smoking in Alex's barn. Im sure some of you have your individual memories of Golgi and the smooth rippis it gave and id like to here them.
Now here is the sad part when i tell you how the Golgis Apparatus came to its end in the depths of the Quabog River. Me and the Purple Fraize decided to do a little off roading and we went to coy hill and cruised around a little, we didn't smoke pot at all (which is rare). On the way out as we pulled out on to main street warren, matt missed the stop sign, and as soon as we started pulling away we realized that a cop was there and his lights started flickering, he was far off so we just buckled up and hoped it wasent us, and soon as we made a turn and he fallowed i knew that it was relly us, we ended up pulling over next to the Quaboug river. We sat quiatly as the tension built up, which police have a nack for doing. Finally the officer walked up to the car and asked Matt for his license and registration matt handed them over and then he asked us what we where doing and we stated the truth that we where off roading a little, the officer went back to his car for what seemed like an eternity, finally he came back and asked matt to step out of the car. The police officer took matt to the back of the car and i coulden't here the conversation, but i guess it went somthing like this,
"you kids know what you fucking reak like"
"no sir"
"you fucking reak of pot"
"What!"
And thats as much as matt told me. Then the officer came up to the car and said to me:
"This is the time to be honest, if i search the car and find enything you bolth are gonna be fucked"
"I dont have enything on me officer i swear"I tryed to call the cops bluff but it turns out it was not a bluff at all, he asked me to step out of the car and just then i realized that i relly do haveto tell him i have Golgi.
"Excuse me officer i have to tell you somthing, i have a this" i pulled my bowl from under the seat and showed it to him he looked at it smelled it and then before i knew it, Golgi was in the air flying towards the river, bolth the joy for the fact that he just thew away evidence and the sorrow for losing my first glass piece hit me as my bowl splashed into the cold fast moving water. The other cop said
"Now we let you out of this now you owe us somthing."
He took me behind his car then started asking questions about where i get my pot and how much i get and i of corse bullshited everything and told him from some guy out in sturbridge threw a friend and i dont know the guys name. He took my information and told me that i was all set and hed stop by my house around seven on monday.
This was a tragic way for a pice as fine as Golgi to go, i can only think of it sunk deep into the mud at the bottom of the river. But i guess all great things must come to an end and that was better then watching it get smashed to bits on some cement floor. All i can say is Golgi had a good life and will be missed greatly by many stoners and it will always have a place in my heart as my first glass Bowl.
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[13 Nov 2005|08:29pm] |
it took me a while but i think i finnally figured out what im going to be after high school, a revolutionist, im going to lead the people to take the country back from the crupted government that is now in place, and i will found a new nation, where i am king and as king i will always exercise my royal right to not where pants jk jk. But for real being the leader of a revolution aginst the powers that be might be kindof fun. well its either that or the peace core, but in the peace core i would havto where pants, and thats no fun.
havent done enything exciting lately, i haveto start going to school, if you dont see me at school, call me and tell me to get my ass out of bed and go to school
o and the title for the bronco should be here soon, then i can finally get it registered and start tearing up the streets.
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[08 Oct 2005|12:10pm] |
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wanted to get people over to hear us jam, but ended up nobody came and i got so drunk i couldent play, which i never thought i could do either way it was a fun night hanging out with the band and the captian
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[27 Sep 2005|03:17pm] |
hmm, nothing relly going on today, just a band practice then mabe some jammin.
im playing wheres waldo right now, haha.
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[16 Sep 2005|05:39pm] |
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so im playing at a birthday party tonight, then later im hoping to go out and hit up a party, i hope things work out.
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[27 Aug 2005|02:36pm] |
Armed and Dangerous
Congratulations! You scored 88%! |
| You made it out, alive and well supplied. You probably even kept most of your party alive too. You know what to look for, what to take, and when to just run. You even feel a strange inkling to go back. If you did, you'd probably do just fine. |
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My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 96% on survivalpoints |
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[27 Aug 2005|02:35pm] |
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im sick... it sucks.
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