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Name: Ryan Harding
Birthday: 7/23/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: www.protestwarrior.com
Expertise: I'm good at being a jackass, and people i dont even know come to me with car problems...so i fix whatever they break. Im also a blanket monster, and i listen to lots of good music.
Occupation: Computer related
Industry: Entertainment
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AIM:  smif 0440
Member Since:
11/21/2003
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| Yea....so its been so long i almost forgot how to do this. So i
was on here checkin on chit, and then i decided to check my post from a
year ago. This is what i came up with....
bueno.
whats up ch'all. It's monday, and...ive got nothing to do.
i love it.
Not too much happened last weekend, sat at neals a lot. We tried
going up north friday and ended up wasting a lot of time. Our waitress
at hooters was asbolutely terrible, which doesnt really happen very
often. She got a tip of seventeen cents. That'll teach her to ignore
us.
Went back to neals, chilled in the basement of course.
I've also started lifting again. Finally.
Saturday i worked all morning until i went out to tanners. That crazy, drugged up fool.
Saturday night i went and got my tattoo. If you wanna see it, just ask me.
I have to take my shirt off though....
I slept a lot yesterday, started workin on woooo's car again and i
realized that i had left everything i needed at home. wonderful.
Last night i met up with timmy and devin for a while, came home and slept.
And now here i am.
Oh, i went in to bbchs friday to get my transcript sent out, and
they didnt even want to let me in the damn door. Apparently as a
single unarmed teenager, i pose a huge threat to thousands of people.
Its ok, i told a couple lies and got through the gates. Went to see
some of the staff i knew, mrs hylbert, mrs dykstra, doug wadley...of
course i saw some of the people that still go to that hell hole.
It was a good time. I miss it every now and then.
Welp, timmay called, its time to go lift..
WOW.
That was a long fucking time ago. Its almost hard to look back at that kind of stuff.
Things were so much different back then.
This was right after i quit working at Tanner's Collision out in
Limestone. I can still remember how much i hated that job, but i
dont regret a damn thing. That job is the reason i went back to
school, and had i not quit i wouldnt be where i am now. For those
of you that dont know, im a full time student at Eastern, a place i
SWORE i would never go. Things are good now, and i like the way
things look ahead of me. But back to this post...
I actually remember our trip to hooters. That stupid waitress was
wasting her time on some fags behind us in suits and ties. She
didnt realize that we had a fatty tip waiting for her until she fucked
us over. Also notice the reference to the basement. We
spent many a night in the grimes household talking about how we hated
things and people. Looking forward to a reunion this coming
week...
Tanner had just gotten his elbow surgery and was hopped up on
vicadin. Little did he know, almost a year later a gorilla
with platinum teeth would bust his grill. I also remember
that this was two days after i got my ink done.
Another surprising coincidence is that neal and i are going to visit bradley next monday. Good ol' Paula Grimes.
The main thing that stands out to me is that timmy was still
around. As black as he may be, i miss that dirty
sonofabitch. At the time we didnt even know he was enlisting, let
alone how far away he would be a year later. COME HOME YOU
DOUCHEBAG!
Anyways, im done with this, ive wasted a perfectly good 5 minutes on this post alright.
Dont get used to new smithers' xangas either....
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Boy Hits Car
By Boy Hits Car
actually im listening to the passage, but these guys decided to be gay and go indie, so their music can only be purchased from their site.
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*akward silence that lasts a month and a half*
wait till you see my dick
hey bitch
wait till you see my dick
alright, xanga is dead, but i shall now single handedly revive it with my wonderful insights on life.
A lotttttt has happened since last time. I also just came back from visiting family in southern Missourrahhh. I gotta say, going from the suburbs to a place like that is like traveling to another country. Its all about the sody pop. Anyways, my family is full of good people, even if they are total hillbillies. I stayed with my Aunt Betty Lou, Uncle Roy, cousin J.R. and his wife Sandra. The area they live in is surrounded by depressed towns, cotton fields, rice fields, and LOTS of churches. As hard as it may be to live down there, everyone i was around was as happy as could be. It's really an eye opener about what is and is not important.
Anywho, the group has been reunited (by that i mean me and all of the mac kids, plus matt sometimes) and we're back to doing nothing. One of the few things we all look forward to is our trip to the dunes.
we spent most of the day doing this:
(thats us playing frisbee)
and we ALL also ended up like this:
(that would be my terrible fucking sunburn, which was starting to go away until i went down south, also known as the surface of the sun)
All in all, a very good time. This was also produced in the sand:
(that would be a giant woman in the sand, equipped with a giant vagina with a man trying to force his way past the inward facing teeth.)
Afterwards we stopped at bdubs in frankfort (also buffallo wild wings) where something very great happened:
Thats right. 5 guys, 150 wings later. We ordered 100 between the 5 of us, and they ended up bringing the wrong kind. 10 minutes later, we have 150 wings in front of us. It was quite possibly the best day of my life.
Other than that, nothing has really been happening. We spend a lot of time sitting around fires and what not. Ive also spent some time with this:
and some more (less enjoyable) time with this:
In other news, i will be attending eastern illinois university next year, probably living with pisspants. This is your fair warning that by the end of this year, i will have turned him into a completely bitter jerk so that he may join the likes of mark and myself. Speaking of mark....
Yeah, thats what happens when you mouth of to me, Mark. You get your ass kicked, ya jerk.
Well thats all i got for now, i'm happy that i was able to waste the last 5 minutes of your life. Get a job, you McFaggot.
©Smithers.
(dont be stealin my shit, bitches!) | | |
| Well guys, im back.
Sorry about the sad post, i know it scared a few of you off.
Anyways, i have one more day of classes at kcc, two finals, and then i am free from the shackles of hell. So far for next year, im leaning towards eastern and living with pisspants. Not exactly my first choice (actually probably not my 20th choice) but it will have to do for at least a year. It will be a much needed change from kankakee and me doing nothing on a daily basis. Of course, there will be certain things that i miss....
In other news, that would be a group picture taken at our latest (and most bitter) bitterness meeting. Eeeexxccellent.
Good job mark. For once in your life, you didnt completely screw something up.
Tomorrow i'll be turning in what is the last of my english class (good riddance) and going up to matteson for bobby's wake. If any of you knew him and would like to go, let me know and you can come up with us.
I suppose thats about all for now, truck goes under the knife as soon as i take my finals, gettin some purdy new colors....
Tom and tanner come home this weekend, most everyone else comes home the week after. Im looking forward to it very much....
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| Well i know i shouldn't be doing this, considering the cliche and what not.
But some things bear repeating.
And some things in this life can never be fully understood.
Rest In Peace,
Bobby and Scott,
you are loved and will never be forgotten.
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didnt go to school today, i was feelin extra lazy.
Jeez i cant wait until im done at that shithole. Worst place ever.
The worst part though, is that i dont have anywhere to go to school next semester. Waaaayyy past deadline for U of I, not goin back to KCC. Anybody got any ideas? No? well fuck you too.
So i was sittin in my living room today with mike, and it starts pooring out of nowhere. So i figure maybe my dog will come up on our porch or into her doghouse where she can stay dry. I didnt think much of it as i was consumed in a game of halo at the time. So we finished playin, and i get up to let my dog in.
Behold, my idiot dog, standing in the middle of the yard, staring at the sky and barking. Yes, my dog was barking at the rain. Something along the lines of "Fuck you, clouds." Of course, it starts to thunder and lightning, and she starts to freak out, so she sticks her head in a bush to hide from the noise. Highlight of my day right there.
Truck is about to go under the knife once again, time for a new color and to fix all the shit i scratched and dented in the last year. This time it'll only take about a month, i promise...
I also finished up my physical therapy at the end of last week, meaning that i can start lifting hard again now.
Also glad to see mr decker is up and moving, you had us all pretty worried. That means as soon as youre better, im gonna kick your ass.
cuz when i hit the switch, i can make that assssss drop.
i was at barnes and noble for the first time in forever tonight, because everyone knows how much i dispise that place. So im sittin there, readin God knows what about trucks, and look at what Whitney is skimming through. Something along the lines of "Every Man's 15 Secret Fantasies"
I couldnt help but wonder who decides this bullshit to feed to women. What if those arent my fantasies? Not all of them revolve around sex, ya know. Just most of them.
But seriously, what a load of shit. No wonder no one buys those retarded ass magazines. I didnt even see every mans dream of having an unlimited supply of booze and halo. What the fuck is that about?
shiiiiiiit.
good to see the guys come home this weekend, we all had a good old time at jeanicke's. Tom also concluded that we should record our conversations, and market them to anyone in need of a laugh or self realization.
Because we are fucking awesome.
and ill end on that note.
that ones for you.
no, not you tom.
well, ok...
that one is for you tom.
holla back.
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