Monday, June 07, 2004
This made me laugh because its SOOO true!
Laur
Monday,June 07, 2004
just wait till tomorrow.
it'll be HUGE.
-Lauren
EDIT:
It's sad that I feel obligated to write a post everyday and therefore end up writing random incoherent sentences.
oh well.
Laur
Monday,June 07, 2004
just wait till tomorrow.
it'll be HUGE.
-Lauren
EDIT:
It's sad that I feel obligated to write a post everyday and therefore end up writing random incoherent sentences.
oh well.
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Gurg
Wednesday, May 12
Extra Credit Assignment!
Find out where my sandals disappeared to last night and win a flan!
Wednesday, May 12
Extra Credit Assignment!
Find out where my sandals disappeared to last night and win a flan!
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Trevor
Basically any of his photo essays...I love them all! Go to his site and look at the sidebar. My favorite is the Winter Break one, but all of them are pretty good.
Basically any of his photo essays...I love them all! Go to his site and look at the sidebar. My favorite is the Winter Break one, but all of them are pretty good.
Friday, April 16, 2004
This isn't an entry, however it was a funny email...here it is:
9Things I Hate About Everyone
1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel
3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?
4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their ass!
5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the fucking floor.
6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?
7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.
8. When people say "life is short". What the fuck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!! What can you do that's longer?
9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone ! asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumass?
9Things I Hate About Everyone
1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the fuck is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?
2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the tv remote because they refuse to walk to the tv and change the channel
3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is a cake if you can't eat it?
4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the fuck would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they? Gonna Kick their ass!
5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No Loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the fucking floor.
6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?
7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it.
8. When people say "life is short". What the fuck?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever fucking does!! What can you do that's longer?
9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone ! asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus came would I be standing here, dumass?
Monday, April 12, 2004
There was so much to love about this entry, but it was so long I only put my favorite part: Things I would like to do to my printer...Enjoy
Mike
Saturday, March 10, 2004
Things I would like to do to my printer:
Smash it to bits
Leave it in my car so it melts
Give it to curious children to take apart
Damn it to hell
Run it over with my car
Light it on fire
Use a Louisville Slugger on it, no... wait, that would be a waste of a Louisville slugger. I’ll try a seven-iron instead.
Throw it in my neighbors yard(don’t ask why)
Sell it to a pawn shop
Throw it off the top of my roof and then urinate on it.
Donate it to the oh-so-kind librarians at Mountain Pointe High School
Walk up to one of the school jocks and whisper in their ear: “Hey that printer just called you a faggot!”
Punt kick onto the freeway
Introduce it to my friend Christopher Walken
Bury it in the center of the earth
What I would give to have a new printer:
Maybe 50 bucks or so
Mike
Saturday, March 10, 2004
Things I would like to do to my printer:
Smash it to bits
Leave it in my car so it melts
Give it to curious children to take apart
Damn it to hell
Run it over with my car
Light it on fire
Use a Louisville Slugger on it, no... wait, that would be a waste of a Louisville slugger. I’ll try a seven-iron instead.
Throw it in my neighbors yard(don’t ask why)
Sell it to a pawn shop
Throw it off the top of my roof and then urinate on it.
Donate it to the oh-so-kind librarians at Mountain Pointe High School
Walk up to one of the school jocks and whisper in their ear: “Hey that printer just called you a faggot!”
Punt kick onto the freeway
Introduce it to my friend Christopher Walken
Bury it in the center of the earth
What I would give to have a new printer:
Maybe 50 bucks or so
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Gurg
Saturday, March 10, 2004
excerpt from original post:
My father tried talking to me while I was sitting and typing. He wasn't very successful. He had noticed that I hadn't really been getting up and going to school this week and asked me why. I didn't answer him, which is what I do whenever I don't want to talk. (It is one of my more annoying traits.)
He watched me work in silence. I forgot he was there until he spoke again.
"You need to read the Bible," he said as he stood up to leave the room. "It says that you do not light a lamp and then place it inside the cupboard. You do not light a candle only to put it under the table. When something gives light, you must place it somewhere high so that it may cast light for others."
"Some of us like the dark," I muttered at as I continued typing.
DC
November 11, 2002
People have fucked-up tastes in things, of that there is no doubt and even before the Internet we were relatively sure of it.But only on the Internet can their fucked-up taste in things steer them your way without you even intending it.
Case in point: sitemeter tells me that tonight someone found my site after searching on Google for those two magical words that always set young hearts aflutter:
Rat dicks
I sincerely hope, anonymous search-engine journeyman, that you found here what the rest of the world was remiss in providing you, that is to say, buckets and buckets of rodent cock-and-balls. And you haven't, I can't help feeling, that in some small way (almost as small as, oh, I don't know, a mouse's peeny) that I have failed.
Actual message left on our machine, 11:05 am today:
Uh, hello, Kay, this is Richard just wanted to let you know I'm looking forward to our dinner together tomorrow evening, uh, I think we made it for five o'clock, didn't we? Anyway, letting you know that I'm conforming our get-together, and really looking forward to it. Anybody that's five foot three a hundred and eight pounds got to have something going for them, heh. So anyway, god bless, you have a great day, and see you tomorrow evening at 'round five o'clock, okay? Buh-bye.
Unless Richard, who cannot dial a phone number correctly and titters creepily, and the guy who logs on in search of rat dick, unless these guys are the same person, that will be exactly two too many weird fucking people in the world.
Saturday, March 10, 2004
excerpt from original post:
My father tried talking to me while I was sitting and typing. He wasn't very successful. He had noticed that I hadn't really been getting up and going to school this week and asked me why. I didn't answer him, which is what I do whenever I don't want to talk. (It is one of my more annoying traits.)
He watched me work in silence. I forgot he was there until he spoke again.
"You need to read the Bible," he said as he stood up to leave the room. "It says that you do not light a lamp and then place it inside the cupboard. You do not light a candle only to put it under the table. When something gives light, you must place it somewhere high so that it may cast light for others."
"Some of us like the dark," I muttered at as I continued typing.
DC
November 11, 2002
People have fucked-up tastes in things, of that there is no doubt and even before the Internet we were relatively sure of it.But only on the Internet can their fucked-up taste in things steer them your way without you even intending it.
Case in point: sitemeter tells me that tonight someone found my site after searching on Google for those two magical words that always set young hearts aflutter:
Rat dicks
I sincerely hope, anonymous search-engine journeyman, that you found here what the rest of the world was remiss in providing you, that is to say, buckets and buckets of rodent cock-and-balls. And you haven't, I can't help feeling, that in some small way (almost as small as, oh, I don't know, a mouse's peeny) that I have failed.
Actual message left on our machine, 11:05 am today:
Uh, hello, Kay, this is Richard just wanted to let you know I'm looking forward to our dinner together tomorrow evening, uh, I think we made it for five o'clock, didn't we? Anyway, letting you know that I'm conforming our get-together, and really looking forward to it. Anybody that's five foot three a hundred and eight pounds got to have something going for them, heh. So anyway, god bless, you have a great day, and see you tomorrow evening at 'round five o'clock, okay? Buh-bye.
Unless Richard, who cannot dial a phone number correctly and titters creepily, and the guy who logs on in search of rat dick, unless these guys are the same person, that will be exactly two too many weird fucking people in the world.
Saturday, April 10, 2004
Justin
Saturday, April 10, 2004
When given the world, man will covet the world.
When given love, man will cherish it forver...
So many things that I want to say, but I can't
So many thoughts on my mind. Speak? I shan't
Feelings within, there to stay
I'll tell you then, another day
When all the fear of rejection has faded
Although my motives will be outdated
My burden will be lifted
Weight of the world has shifted
Knowing that I loved you
Perhaps you loved me too
It won't matter then
We won't meet again
As easily as my feelings appear here
Much harder it will be for them to disappear
For now I will endure the strife
Of your being the center of my life
Age is the barrier of the mass
One I cannot surpass
With strength of arms
Nor outlandish charms
Many nights of wasted thought
For the outcome to be naught
Standing alone looking at the mountains
While you bathe in beauties fountains
Living alone in child-like shyness
Full of sorrow and dryness
Staring off into space
Seeing only your face
Collapsing to the earth
Filled with the greatest mirth
I interupt this crappy poem to apologize for the rhyming craptasticalness.... everntually I'll do something different....
The End
Friday, April 9, 2004
Gun to his head, finger on the trigger
thinking constantly, obstacles getting bigger
frantic thought, hopeless doubt
One who loves, loves without
One his knees, praying for love
Seeking help, from the lord above
"Give me strength," he cries out
"Let her love me," in a stiffled shout
Collapses back, to the earth below
braizen scar, the only wound he will show
broken on the inside, shattered within
fighting this battle, he longs to win
Glimmer of hope, the slightest chance
it is time, it is his turn to dance
he does his rounds, they end in vain
heart in pieces, he tries again
without a fear, he steps up to try
the mighty fury, test of the sky
without shame, without his charms
his only goal, to be in her arms
he tries his hardest, although he'll fail
'tis a tragic story, it is his tale
Saturday, April 10, 2004
When given the world, man will covet the world.
When given love, man will cherish it forver...
So many things that I want to say, but I can't
So many thoughts on my mind. Speak? I shan't
Feelings within, there to stay
I'll tell you then, another day
When all the fear of rejection has faded
Although my motives will be outdated
My burden will be lifted
Weight of the world has shifted
Knowing that I loved you
Perhaps you loved me too
It won't matter then
We won't meet again
As easily as my feelings appear here
Much harder it will be for them to disappear
For now I will endure the strife
Of your being the center of my life
Age is the barrier of the mass
One I cannot surpass
With strength of arms
Nor outlandish charms
Many nights of wasted thought
For the outcome to be naught
Standing alone looking at the mountains
While you bathe in beauties fountains
Living alone in child-like shyness
Full of sorrow and dryness
Staring off into space
Seeing only your face
Collapsing to the earth
Filled with the greatest mirth
I interupt this crappy poem to apologize for the rhyming craptasticalness.... everntually I'll do something different....
The End
Friday, April 9, 2004
Gun to his head, finger on the trigger
thinking constantly, obstacles getting bigger
frantic thought, hopeless doubt
One who loves, loves without
One his knees, praying for love
Seeking help, from the lord above
"Give me strength," he cries out
"Let her love me," in a stiffled shout
Collapses back, to the earth below
braizen scar, the only wound he will show
broken on the inside, shattered within
fighting this battle, he longs to win
Glimmer of hope, the slightest chance
it is time, it is his turn to dance
he does his rounds, they end in vain
heart in pieces, he tries again
without a fear, he steps up to try
the mighty fury, test of the sky
without shame, without his charms
his only goal, to be in her arms
he tries his hardest, although he'll fail
'tis a tragic story, it is his tale
