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This one's a stinka!
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[02 Dec 2008|11:02pm] |
I am the cowardly lion.
I lack the courage to do what is in my nature to do.
This does not stop me from seeking it, though.
Every day I look for my courage.
Every day I remain the same.
It is my singular purpose, my ultimate goal. I must achieve this, the sooner the better. Even as I type I can feel myself getting closer. Every day feels like a step in the right direction.
Perhaps soon I may have peace.
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| As it turns out, |
[25 Nov 2008|07:56pm] |
I'm actually an ice demon.
Yup, it's true.
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[21 Nov 2008|10:42pm] |
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For those of you who haven't seen me in a while (particularly people up north)
( Here you go. )
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| Death Knight OMG |
[14 Nov 2008|01:21am] |
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OMG Death Knight
They put the DPS of a Rogue, survivability of a Paladin, and CC of a frost Mage all into one class with pale skin, spiky black armor, glowing blue eyes, and a demonic voice. That and dead things.
I have a new main.
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| WOWWOTLK |
[12 Nov 2008|09:53pm] |
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I showed up at the Gamestop at 8:45.
I am officially 2nd in line.
In my hand I now hold a receipt with a giant "2" sticker on it. In a little less than two hours I'm going to show up about five minutes before midnight and cut right in the front of a line containing no less than 30-40 agitated nerds.
I will be hated.
It will be great.
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| o_o' |
[03 Oct 2008|05:23pm] |
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With the aid of the head of the department, I was successfully crammed into my 7th class this semester. Up until this point I had been taking six classes, which was pretty insane. My schedule is now as follows:
Monday: Class from 8 to 8 (12 fucking hours)
Tuesday: Work
Wednesday: Class from 8 to 1 (5 hours)
Thursday: Class from 5:40 to 9 (one class, just 3.5 hours)
Friday: Class from 8 to 5 (9 fucking hours)
Saturday & Sunday: Work
All of this begs the question "Why the fuck are you doing all this?"
Basically, I sat down with the department head and worked out a plan of action for the coming semesters and we figured out that if I took 7 classes now and 5 classes next semester, I would be all set for my professional reviews, thus ending the movie major. Essentially, this means I will have completed a two year degree in a year and a half. This is important because the funeral home I work for is simply waiting on me to complete this. As soon as I pass the state boards I will go straight into an internship and on to a full time position as a funeral director and embalmer.
There is no doubt that the coming semesters will be the most mind destroying things I've ever accomplished, provided I don't crack under the weight of it all.
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[26 Sep 2008|09:01pm] |
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Sleepmask- Voudou |
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People often wonder how I get it into my head that money is the solution to all problems and is, in general, pretty much the only thing that matters. To better understand where I'm coming from I will give you the following all too true scenario that just played out a few hours ago:
To truly understand what occurred you need to know some history:
As it stands now (and always has been, though I'm just figuring it out now) my mother is a bum. She based both her and my future on her ONE job that she was able to get out of LUCK. Now, understand that, because I cannot stress it enough. By chance she was able to get in a job which is very easy to outsource, in a field that gives her no discernible skills and thus, no job security whatsoever. She did this and then based both of our futures on it. Insane. As a result of her idiocy, when the company she was with tanked and she got laid off, she had nothing to fall back on. All she ever does is sit around the house and watch TV. As it stands now, the only reason we have the house is because my grandparents are bailing her out. That's right, my mid-50's mother is STILL living off of her parents. Pathetic. Now, that would be enough to make her an outright failure as a parent, but something odd happens when she's around money. I cannot (nor have I ever been) able to talk to her about much of anything because within a few minutes the subject turns to finances and she rants on about how I never do anything (never mind going to school and working, thus starting a lucrative career at age 21, never mind any of that), calls me an idiot, and goes on and on about how we don't have money for anything, yet she's the one going to the Keys and Orlando every other weekend with her boyfriend (in her GNC pickup truck, while I drive a 4-cylinder compact to save gas).
But I digress.
What I have noticed is that as soon as you give her money, she immediately shuts up. Today's adventure started when I had a knock on my door as I'm hanging out with one of my friends (in the small amount of time I actually have to do so). I answer the door to that familiar angry face asking me what had happened with those paychecks I was depositing earlier today. I immediately reach over to the shelf, pull an envelop containing $300, shove it into her hand, and close the door in her face. Now, normally, this would have made the proverbial shit hit the fan. Because this is money, a few minutes later (presumably after she finished counting it) I get a light knock on my door. To my completely deadpan expression she says thanks as I shut the door yet again, secure in the knowledge money was all she was after. Sure enough, over the course of the next hour, a number of light knocks inform me that she went out and got something to eat for me, where it is, if I wanted it now or later, all to a blank face and a shut door. Despite all of this, from the second the envelop hit her hand she's been nothing but downright cordial, which is something I never ever see, with the exception of course if I place money in her hand. This sort of attitude is pretty great and a real joy to be around. Unfortunately, no matter how much I give her within two to three days she's right back her same old tricks, like nothing ever happened, wondering why I am reluctant to give her anything.
This sort of thing has been going on pretty much my entire life. My father pays me off so he doesn't have to see me and I pay off my mother so she stops screaming at me. How could I honestly think any differently?
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[16 Sep 2008|05:52pm] |
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I just secured my copy of Wrath of the Lich King, WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU?!
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[09 Sep 2008|10:19pm] |
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Sitting in the barrens for half an hour typing out passages from my embalming textbook is more fun than it should be.
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| Absolute guau |
[06 Sep 2008|10:58pm] |
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For the first time, I really feel like a funeral director. I have been in school for about a year now for this and been working in a funeral home for many months, but nothing compares to what just happened. My task was simple, I was left alone at a church full of people with instructions to wait there until the family had decided it was alright to bring the deceased back to the funeral home. I was there for a while, the sun set, and most of the people left. After a while it got late and the family said I could take her back. All I had to do was load the casket back into the hearse and leave, a job I could have easily done with just one other person and been out of sight before anyone besides the family knew what was going on. Instead, I called together all the remaining men, arranged four of them to stand two-by-two on the sides of the casket, instructed the others to move everything out of the way, and led a quiet procession through the church and out to the awaiting hearse while family and friends looked on. After I had everything secured, I walked around the hearse, went straight up to the husband of the deceased, and shook his hand, producing the first smile I had seem him have all day. Seriously, this is what it's all about.
Also, a 14 hour shift goes by real quick when you spend 9 hours of it playing Diablo.
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| What I discovered in my chemistry class |
[30 Aug 2008|05:58pm] |
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Unnilhexium Details
Unnilhexium Symbol: Unh
Unnilhexium Atomic Number: 106
Unnilhexium Atomic Weight: (263)
What is Unnilhexium?
Half-life of 0.9 +/- 0.2 s. Discovered by the Joint Institute for Nuclear Research at Dubna (U.S.S.R.) in June of 1974. Its existence was confirmed by the Lawrence Berkeley Laboratory and Livermore National Laboratory in September of 1974.
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| MISSION ACCOMPLISHED |
[27 Aug 2008|07:17pm] |
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Faderhead- Dirtygrrrls/Dirtybois |
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As of a few minutes ago, with the help of the Gillette Fusion (The comfort of five blades, the precision of one), a major victory occurred in the war on body hair. It took me three one-hour sessions, but I finally removed all the hair that does not reside on my head. Everything is shaved, from my toes to my fingers.
Sometimes I think I hate hair a little too much. Then I just chuckle and it's all better.
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[27 Aug 2008|01:29pm] |
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Cute freshmen, dead bodies, and good music. What else could I ask for in a day?
Oh yeah, perhaps IF A CERTAIN SOMEONE WOULD ANSWER HER PHONE. Yes, that would also be nice.
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[06 Aug 2008|08:28pm] |
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Unter Null- Martyr (Tamtrum Mix) |
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You might say that I revere color, yet I surround myself with white walls and black clothes. To see color every day is to take it for granted. Color has power and I amplify its strength through my physical trappings. I use color for higher workings; I would never think of abusing its effects.
Simplicity. 2, the number synonymous with evil and discord. Funny then, that these two things would find harmony with each other. The white is a barrier. It's an impenetrable shield through which nothing may pass, yet my vibrations are magnified and channeled through it. The black repels evil and negativity while strengthening my resonance. Through use of these things I am able to foster a growing usable force. Perhaps I am indeed the third entity, the one that unites and catalyzes the two opposing wavelengths. 3 then, the number of effortless success, my number, my TRUE number.
I need only shut the door to be completely cut off from all outside influences and worries. I feel I am finally protected. It is my sanctuary, my temple, my place of rest, and my instrument.
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| GuaU |
[26 Jul 2008|10:01pm] |
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Unter Null- Sick Fuck |
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( Bovine-icide )
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[19 Jun 2008|05:52pm] |
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Fourteen hours from now I will be engaging in what will be without a doubt the sickest, most foul and completely insane activity I have ever been a part of: The dis-internment of a body buried in 1984. Even though we're going to be in fully enclosed protective gear, everyone tells me to wear something I wouldn't mind throwing away immediately.
I can't fucking wait.
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| The mark of Chaos |
[13 Jun 2008|08:31pm] |
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Today mostly sucked. It mostly sucked because the plans I had set depended on people other than myself, so of course the plans failed. At the very least, I have a new stereo in my car with which I am very happy.
I also had these done on both of my wrists, as a treat for all my hard work done so far:
You'd be surprised how many things your wrists touch on a regular day.
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| Shit |
[11 Jun 2008|06:10pm] |
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I don't go out. I don't have a day off. I spend three days at school and four at work. I only spend money on gas and food. My one indulgence is the $15 a month I spend on WoW. The only place I go other than my house, work, or school is Jordan's, and even then not for very long. I've made and continue to make all these sacrifices on a daily basis. I haven't even SEEN anyone from the club scene in a month. There's only ONE person I can ever say anything of substance to, but she lives thousands of miles away AND NEVER ANSWERS HER FUCKING PHONE.
I do all of this and yet somehow manage to end up keeping less than $30 by the next time my pay check arrives. I work like mad every day and barely break even. It's madness.
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| WOW! IN-CREDIBLE!! |
[08 Jun 2008|10:05pm] |
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Two ACHIEVEMENTS to note:
1. Strong as an Ox (30g): Single-handedly lift a 18' by 10' section of solid wrought-iron fence weighing 300+ pounds off the ground and align it back on its runners successfully.
2. Human Calculator (10g): Successfully spend an hour completing a two page long accounting problem to achieve the correct answer flawlessly with no corrections.
[ACHIEVEMENTS: 2 for 40g]
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