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Saturday, November 19, 2005

Sat, 19 Nov 2005 19:07:31 GMT

"Hi mom. I'm just calling to let you know that despite what the police told you, I'm not quite as dead as they led you to believe".

so yeah some crazy stuff. i'm the lead singer in chris league's band now (despite having no musical experience). we're performing at FHStival, be there.

a chapter has come to a close in my life. hang 'em up gents. it's been a pleasure. my impromptu goodbye cross country speech at the banquet:

"well what can i say, about this team i pray, that one day, we may, eat hay, by the bay, so those horses must pay, because they have enough hay...i want some hay. thank you."

Saturday, October 22, 2005

Sat, 22 Oct 2005 01:04:14 GMT

Just because you're dead in your car in a mall parking lot doesn't give you the right to park there for as long as you want.

And thus, God spoke: "Let there be age-defying protein pancakes." He looked upon them, poured sugar-free Log Cabin syrup upon them, and saw that it was good.

So, last night was pretty good. It was kind of strange because I felt like the gay guy that hangs out with a bunch of chicks so they can all go like, 'manhunting' together. I felt really out of place. And driving in car packed with girls is an experience. Let's just say that because the windows were rolled up, I was practically suffocated with all the estrogen flying around and this morning I woke up with breasts.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 17:38:39 GMT

I love midgets...err small persons...tiny people, whatever. I especially love it when they bust a groove. Check out the World's Smallest Man cut a rug. > Link

RAPE MEEE, RAPE MEEEE, my friend..la da da da i'm not the only one...la da da da i'm not the only one...

Michael Jackson wants everyone to know that he is okay, had his nails done, and is also a reincarnation of a knight that died 800 years ago.

I wish I could eat your cancer momma...

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 02:44:42 GMT

Dumbest Quote Ever In the History and Future Of Mankind, courtesy of Ashton Kutcher: "I hope the love that we share can resonate around the world so that someday I can hear its echo."

i heard this song on mtv by the "black eyed peas." its bery catchy. haha i said bery. and i'm not fixing it. because that button is broken. if you want to read the worst lyrics ever written (they say ice-ys to make it rhyme), here ya go: What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Sun, 16 Oct 2005 02:38:25 GMT

Dumbest Quote Ever In the History and Future Of Mankind, courtesy of Ashton Kutcher: "I hope the love that we share can resonate around the world so that someday I can hear its echo."

okay, i heard this song on mtv by the black eyed peas. it's bery catchy. haha i said bery. i'm not fixing it. beause that key is broken. that sexing sexbot furgi sings it. if you want to read the worst lyrics ever written, (they had to say ice-ys to make it rhyme) here ya go: What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)

I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.

My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.

They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.

My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Wed, 12 Oct 2005 01:06:13 GMT

all in all, a pretty emotional day. let me just say this, if anyone tries to hurt one of my friends, i will always have their back. fortunately some mediating got this moronic bully to cool his jets and walk away.

which is more addictive: psychologically addictive drugs or physically addictive drugs? i think that it's hard to call

Monday, October 10, 2005

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 19:00:09 GMT

Televisions will eventually grow so large that families will be forced to watch TV from outside their homes, peering in through the window. Random wolf attacks will make viewing more dangerous. And, just as televisions grow larger and more complicated, so will remote controls. In fact, changing channels will soon require people to literally jump from button to button. Trying to change the channel while simultaneously lowering the volume will require two people and will frequently lead to kinky sex.

-Conan

sometimes we have to put our kids a little lower on our list of importance. sometimes my kids don't even make the list.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Mon, 10 Oct 2005 03:51:15 GMT

okay, so i didn't go to homecoming, which makes me lame. but i never got a date so i feel justified in saying it was the right choice not to go. i'm honestly just glad the whole thing's over. it's my fault though. i'm indecisive. well, that and the girl i was planning on going with went with someone else because he asked her sooner.

"there is no reality except in action." -Sartre

i should be doing my physics project. but no. yes, sleep. escape the night. some brief relief will come with morning. tick tocking...circles. the night will come back, and i'll be ill-prepared to deal. i'm changing my worldviews almost weekly now. things are so difficult to understand, and why understand them? because they matter, but your thoughts thinking them do not. the light is like a fingernail slit at the end of a tunnel. nihilism is a scary proposion. i hate nihilism, because i hate the darkness, but it appears to be a dark truth. i saw an article about some woman that threw her newborn baby out of a car window while doing 80 on the highway. waste, apathy. but then the polar opposite there are lovers, volunteers, care-givers. ramble ramble ramble. i'm tired.

knock. knock. who's there? bob. (chirp, chirp) bob sagget. that guy sucks so badddd.

on the plus side. there might actually be a girl that is interested in me. a girl that i'm interested in too. mutual interest. interest! i didn't see it coming, either.

this entry feels substantial..................nooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 22:13:10 GMT

the first person to contract all the stds at the same time wins a million bucks. kyle schott's "Gotta Catch 'Em All Challenge!"

so many kittens. so few recipes.

this is for mike in case you forgot to look for it:

Prince Ali

Make way for Prince Ali
Say hey! It's Prince Ali

Hey! Clear the way in the old Bazaar
Hey you!
Let us through!
It's a bright new star!
Oh Come!
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!

Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Are you gonna love this guy!

Prince Ali! Fabulous he!
Ali Ababwa
Genuflect, shom some respect
Down on one knee!
Now, try your best to stay calm
Brush up your sunday salaam
The come and meet his spectacular coterie

Prince Ali!
Mighty is he!
Ali Ababwa
Strong as ten regular men, definitely! < ROBIN WILLIAMS!
He faced the galloping hordes
A hundred bad guys with swords
Who sent those goons to their lords?
Why, Prince Ali

He's got seventy-five golden camels
Purple peacocks
He's got fifty-three
When it comes to exotic-type mammals
Has he got a zoo?
I'm telling you, it's a world-class menagerie

Prince Ali! Handsome is he, Ali Ababwa
That physique! How can I speak
Weak at the knee
Well, get on out in that square
Adjust your vein and prepare
To gawk and grovel and stare at Prince Ali!

There's no question this Ali's alluring
Never ordinary, never boring
Everything about the man just plain impresses
He's a winner, he's a whiz, a wonder!
He's about to pull my heart asunder!
And I absolutely love the way he dresses!

He's got ninety-five white Persian monkeys
(He's got the monkeys, let's see the monkeys)
And to view them he charges no fee
(He's generous, so generous)
He's got slaves, he's got servants and flunkies
(Proud to work for him)
They bow to his whim love serving him
They're just lousy with loyalty to Ali! Prince Ali!

Prince Ali!
Amorous he! Ali Ababwa
Heard your princess was a sight lovely to see
And that, good people, is why he got dolled up and dropped by
With sixty elephants, llamas galore
With his bears and lions
A brass band and more
With his forty fakirs, his cooks, his bakers
His birds that warble on key
Make way for prince Ali!

Friday, September 16, 2005

Fri, 16 Sep 2005 01:37:53 GMT

and the ultimate irony today. my mom is a non-smoker, jogs everyday (8 miles today), inspired me to run and be healthy, and is probably the healthiest person i know. my mom found out she has emphysema. she was crying, and said "i'll be okay." my sister, not knowing, won't shed a tear tonight because she is ignorant to it's real deadliness. even if she lives 5 years longer, it's not enough. terrrible, terrible, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. i LOVE my mom more than anyone else.