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(no subject) [Sep. 9th, 2005|02:47 pm]
Very Literate
You scored 100% Beginner, 92% Intermediate, 66% Advanced, and 80% Expert!
You have a very good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and expert level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three level's questions correct. You didn't get as many of the advanced level questions correct, but don't fret. This is a great score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got a very respectable score.

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Whee [Aug. 15th, 2005|12:35 am]
1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal.
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(no subject) [Jul. 25th, 2005|02:32 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |N/A]

last cigarette: 10 minutes ago or so.
last car ride: 5 minutes ago or so.
last kiss: Uhh... Couple weeks ago.
last good cry: Dunno...
last library book checked out: Fuck if I remember.
last movie seen at the theaters: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
last book read: A Game of Thrones
last cuss word uttered: Fuuuuuuuuck.
last beverage drank: Vodka
last food consumed: Some mexican thing.
last crush: Ask me and you might get an answer.
last phone call: Home.
last tv show watched: Viva La Bam
last time showered: This morning.
last shoes worn: Steve maddens
last cd played: My new mix.
last item bought: Car wash shit.
last downloaded: Uhh... Dunno.
last annoyance: Don't ask.
last disappointment: Once again, don't ask.
last soda drank: Mountain Dew
last thing written: This.
last key used: Car Key
last sentence spoken: "Night."
last sleep: Like 5 AM yesterday.
last im: "Fuck, 680 has a semi jackknifed on it."
last weird encounter: Dunno.
last ice cream eaten: Neopolitan.
last time amused: Earlier tonight with God and the Dublin guys.
last time wanting to die: Years ago.
last time in love: Dunno really...
last time hugged: About 5 minutes ago.
last time scolded: Today.
last time resentful: Today.
last chair sat in: Big comfy leather executives chair.
last underwear worn: Uhh boxers.
last time dancing: In the car.
last poster looked at: Cowboy Bebop wall scroll.
last show attended: BFD
last webpage visited: Livejournal.
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Bah. [Jul. 14th, 2005|03:13 am]
[mood |blankblank]
[music |Papa Roach - Scars]

I figured since I was still up I'd update. Anyway, Man, I love the way shit happens some times. NOT! Bah. I'm done.
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Courtesy of my friend Shawn. [Jul. 8th, 2005|11:48 am]
Man, this post hit me something fierce. I hope y'all can get something out of it too.

It's not me it's me.
Bored. Being off in the afternoon kinda sucks but going out later tonight. Two days off in a row elite, but gotta be at work at 5AM tomorrow, ugh. Now that I've had a couple days off I think I can handle the job it's really not so bad in some ways I have as much if not more free time then I had before. Not too much to do with it though since it's in the FUCKING afternoon when everyone I know is working in reality and even the gamers aren't around online. So I find myself idly downloading music, mostly some shit from the early 90's like the Helmet, yet more Rage, and the Cranberries. I think it's just the accent, chicks with Irish accent's are hot but Irish dudes always smell funny.. How very racist.

Racism, being politically correct, it's all nonsense. What it's really become is everyone has to tip-toe about everything they say and do, I don't know how to tip-toe. It's become all about faking it, all about pretending, all about face. I'm sure Live Journal has some kind of terms of service and I fully expect them to kill off my journal at some point, like I care.. I've always been one to say whatever I want because I can't pretend, I can't make believe, I can't be what society would want me to be or what anti-society expects me to be. No compromises, no kiddie gloves.. Today makes me sick, I don't need to go see Land of the Dead I'm living it.

It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, you want to believe so much that the person your talking to isn't a walking corpse, you want to believe that somewhere in some point in time they didn't reek with decay. Was there ever such a time for most of this swarm? this brood? Or have they all been taken too young by the mind snatchers.. They'll tell you so many stories, memories, people like to think their memories make them real, because they recall they exist. Did it ever occur that their oh so vivid memories are just there to add to the deception, to force a human touch to the dead? Can they break through the grave? Possible but unlikely they're usually just far too gone lost in their own hypocracy, lies, and attempts at fitting in somewhere. How do I know I'm not one of them? I think that would likely be my ability to avoid all the traps. You can't label me preppy, jock, goth, punk, emo, scene, skater, skinhead, shitface and the list goes on. Most people will deny the labels thrust upon them but they fit perfectly 99% of the time. And to these fakes, these zombies, I can only wish from the bottom of my heart that they can experience the fortune of drowning in a pool of their own urine. How very vulgar.

Some people hate to shift moods, I like it, going from frigid, to cold to warm to overheated, it's a rush it's real, it's uninhibited. Moments ago my head was freezing and anxious but now my entire body feels warm and relaxed and a great sense of relief eclipses the worries and doubts, arms I can't see curled around me in a protective embrace, I feel alive..

"The worst crime is faking it" - Kurt Cobain.


..Oh, all the promises we made
All the meaningless and empty words
I prayed, prayed, prayed
Oh, all the promises we broke
All the meaningless and empty words..

..What of all the things that you taught me
What of all the things that you’d say
What of all your prophetic preaching
You’re just throwing it all away
Maybe we should burn the house down
Have ourselves another fight
Leave the cobwebs in the closet
’cos tearing them out is just not right..

- Cranberries "Promises"
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Greatest lines, ever. PERIOD. [Jun. 22nd, 2005|02:22 am]
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |Mel rattling off names of movies she's taking to Tahoe.]

"It's cough syrup with deer blood in it... Seriously."
"You're getting intimate with my pocket now..."
"Now you're going down my bra."
"Damn, that was enough to get me up."
"You're making me Fell bad." "I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."
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Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz [Jun. 20th, 2005|03:29 am]
[mood |exhaustedexhausted]
[music |N/A]

I think it is sleep time.
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... [May. 3rd, 2005|01:58 am]
[mood |depresseddepressed]
[music |Maroon 5]

I am depressed and I can't sleep. And worst of all I don't know exactly why I am depressed... Ah well. I will end up going to school tommorow and acting as if nothing is wrong. I really need to work on opening up sometimes. Haha. Ah well. I'll see you all later I just thought I'd vent, hopefully it makes me feel better.
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I'd make a good Cop... [Apr. 24th, 2005|05:06 am]
[mood |amusedamused]
[music |N/A]

... Or so says the Officer I did my ride along with. Dude, it was pimp. He was so not regulation though, haha. I got to carry a .44 cal sidearm, had full access to the shotgun if I needed it. Wore kevlar. I GOT TO DRIVE THE POLICE INTERCEPTOR. Haha. Yes yes, Ryan drove a Ford. However, when you open those damn things up they can be fucking mean. I didn't get to pull anyone over, but while the officer was driving we pulled over a Taxi for 44 in a 25, Haha, that was fun. Anyway... I have been up for like 23 hours now, so I think it is just about time that I get some sleep, just wanted to update and everything since this was much cooler than I thought it would be. Night folks.
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