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[Nov. 5th, 2005|02:10 am] |
I'm pretty much past the stage of depression, minus the constant time I'm alone at night, but now I've moved onto the sheer frustration and rage phase of it. I literally want to tear shit apart. I've had to stop myself at least 50 times the past 3 days from getting up, slamming my fists through the windows or my head through the wall, or picking up the plate in front of me and throwing it through something. I've had to intentionally hyperventilate just so I can pass out and go to sleep the past 5 days straight. I keep taking deep panicked breaths and my gut keeps wrenching, and I can't stop it. I try to keep myself busy with anything I can, play video games, ANYTHING to get my mind off it, but none of that shit works.
I've thought about it so many times before, but I've never been so close as to having the glass of water sitting next to me and bottle cap open, ready to start pounding them down like there's no tommorrow. Until last thursday. I'm just so sick of this shit that life has handed me for my entire life. I don't understand why I can't go fucking 6 months, SIX LOUSY FUCKING MONTHS without some disaster just wiping out any happiness I have. After I finally escape my mother, my dad gets sick. I watch him waste away, and after a fucking train wreck of a high school age, I finally get out. I'm free, I'm relatively happy, then he dies 3 months later. I get a girlfriend who treats me like shit, so fuck that. Then I get the perfect one, the first one to treat me decently. The only person besides my dad I've ever felt so strongly about. High times, going great, then out of fucking left field, boom, done. Nothing I did, nothing I said, nothing I can do to change it. Stuck on some asshole who treats her like shit when there's someone devoted, committed, who treats you well right in front of you. God forbid someone might try sticking it out.
I'm fucking kidding myself. It's just so ridiculous that I try so hard, and every time I do something, SHIT, EVEN IF I FUCKING DO IT RIGHT, it blows up in my face. No more, no more doing nice shit for anybody. No more going out of my way to make people happy. I'm not doing Rocky anymore. Probably at all. I won't get enjoyment out of it. I don't get enjoyment out of anything anymore. I can't say or do anything without it leading my thoughts back to her. Not a goddamn thing. As much enjoyment I got out of it at the time, I wish none of that shit had happened now. All it did was make it painful between us, and painful for me to even get up in the morning. |
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| For those of you who actually read this still |
[Oct. 25th, 2005|04:23 pm] |
I'm going out of contact most likely for a long, long time.
I'm just going to focus on school/employment and nothing else. For those of you at Rocky, I'm sorry, this is just something I have to do, don't take it personally. Don't bother trying to contact me, I most likely won't respond. I'll only occasionally check e-mails, and that's just to keep my bearings straight.
Smell ya later |
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| Ok, I think I'll remember the getting high/beach thing this time |
[May. 4th, 2005|12:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  weird | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Deep Space Nine | ] |
For those that haven't been caught up, read the past 2 entries in addition to this one.
Yeah, so, on Saturday Nicole, I, and her parents joined Nicole's Aunt and her two kids at Ft. DeSoto beach. Really enjoyable. Didn't do a whole lot. Her cousins had two wakeboards, which we were in the perfect beach to use, since there are warm, shallow spots where the water isn't moving because it's gotten far enough up. Pretty fun stuff. Oh, and her cousins act like they're my age, despite the fact that they're 5 and 7 years younger. Hearing them say "HOT SAUCE" and "I SMOKE ROCKS" like the Chapelle's Show character, I couldn't stop laughing. I literally had trouble walking back to the car.
Yeah, so, we got high on Sunday, which is appearently really fun. I'd smoked once before, but didn't get high, probably since it was my first time. Let me just say, Milano rasberry cookies are fucking awesome, at the very least when you're high. I didn't care as much for the orange ones, but the rasberry ones, oohhhh baby, come to papí. We also had this good imported cheese from Switzerland, good salami, and some watermelon. I think I may have eaten a bit too much when I got the munchies, because I woke up the next morning with that feeling like I had something caught in my throat about half-way between my collar bone and my sternum. Not a fun feeling.
OOOOHHHH! There's this mexican restaurant on Drew in clearwater called "Caramba's" I had the chicken enchilada's with sour cream sauce. Ohhhh man the sour cream sauce beats the pants off of ANY Ruiza (red) sauce. They were the absolute best enchiladas I've ever had. Mmmmmm.
Anyways, I'm here at Nicole's house all alone, since she went to the doctor for what may be strept throat. I think just for kicks I'll go through her underwear drawer and beat off in the kitchen. Y'know, just to give it that little extra thrill, know what I mean? |
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| So, like I was saying |
[May. 3rd, 2005|02:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Salerosa Chingon - Malaguena | ] |
I may not get EVERYTHING said I want said in this post, so if I think of anything else, I'll update again.
This relationship has really changed me. I've noticed several huge differences today. This morning, I was sitting there, watching Kill Bill Vol. 2 for the first time since I saw it in theatres. Y'know how the first time when you watch a movie, you watch it mainly for plot, and you catch little tidbits of it's other aspects? Second time you watch it, especially if on DVD, you can really pay attention to what exactly they're saying. You are able to absorb the beauty of the film as a whole.
This is true for everything I've done over the past 36 hours. I'm really starting to soak in life. Everything about it. I was driving down the street, and I saw a lady with one of those small filtered cigars in her mouth. I still have every detail of that woman's face in my mind. Her hair, her cheek structure, the way the sunlight hit her face. Not because she was all that pretty, not because I was specifically trying to remember, but just because my mind doesn't want to let go of anything right now. Things I've done a hundred times, I've really paid more attention to than ever before, noticing all the little details about them.
It took me 20 minutes to get ready today. Not just because of the movie, but because I'm starting to take better care of myself. I brushed my teeth, I brushed my hair, I put on my dad's crisply folded petty shirt with the patch on it, I cleaned my glasses, I sprayed some Axe on myself, I pulled back my hair perfectly and wet it. All this, just to go out to pay the bill for my storage unit and put some things into and take some things out of the unit. All of today has been moving in slow motion.
I don't know why, but I'm happier than I've ever been before. Even with Loryn, I felt like I was being held back. I think with her, it was because I needed some kind of deep connection in my life, more than just a friendship. Now, I have that, but I don't have to compromise who I am one bit. I can be just as random as I ever was, and I feel more accepted than I ever thought I was capable of being.
There's another topic and a hilarious rhyming quote I made up accidently that I need to discuss, but that will have to wait for another time. Oh yeah, I forgot to do the beach/smokin thing, I'll do that next time I update too. Maybe. If you all behave yourselves. |
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| An interesting few days |
[May. 2nd, 2005|01:25 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  peaceful | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gorillaz - (whatever their new single is) (inside my head) | ] |
I'll write a much more in depth entry later tonight perhaps (if I remember to).
However, I will say a few things. Being with Nicole has done a lot for me. I don't know why, but I'm so much less stressed out about everything. Driving home this morning after spending pretty much 4 days non-stop with her, I started noticing a few things. When things happened today (like people going less than the speed limit in the left lane, people not thinking about where they leave their carts in the grocery), things that normally just make me go insane with frustration, I realized that now just simply don't bother me at all.
For some reason, eventhough we were with her parents some of the time as well, I didn't feel like any of that time we spent together was that uncomfortableness that you get when you spend assloads of time together with someone.
I care about her and her feelings so much more than anyone else I've ever known. It's obviously in a different way than my dad, but it's different than it is with anybody else I've ever felt attracted to. We compliment each other so well. We really do fit together like lock and key. We understand each other. We make each other laugh uncontrollably. We both like the same things in almost every goddamn category.
Well, I think that's all I'll write for now about that, I'll be back in a little while to finish up some thoughts/experiences from this weekend.
Note to self: Write about the beach and getting high next entry. |
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| To all you girls who ever turned me down |
[Apr. 22nd, 2005|09:29 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Oh what now | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Ludacris - Rollout (My Business) | ] |
You'll be kicking yourselves hard now.
Twice in 3 seconds.
Suck it, bitches.
Correction and Clarification: This is only to those who doubted me. This isn't really bragging, it's just to prove that I do in fact know what the fuck I'm doing |
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| So, several things have happened since I last updated |
[Apr. 17th, 2005|09:27 pm] |
For starters, the big thing. Me and Nicole are officially an item. Appearently that's the new hot topic at Rocky. I'm just as shocked about it as everyone else. Trust me.
( Hahahaha, oh sweet irony )
Other than that, my life's on an up note. I'm doing really good in school, I understand basically everything in accounting. Wednesday is my last day of class, and I have my final CGS test that night. Last Final is April 25th. I'm driving home Wednesday, and I'll spend thursday afternoon with Nicole. Friday is studying for Stats final which is Saturday at 7:30 AM (>_<) and Saturday/Sunday are for Accounting final, which is Monday at 7:30 AM (double >_<). But hey, hopefully it'll be as easy as it was last time.
Time for food. Mmmmmm strawberry shortcake. |
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| There's just something about it |
[Apr. 4th, 2005|01:14 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Awakened somehow | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Requiem For a Dream - Winter: Winter Overture | ] |
There's something about this score that stirs something in me. I've literally been unable to listen to anything but this one track on the soundtrack for the past 3 hours now. I've barely been able to DO anything but listen to it. I'm so glad I decided to watch it.
You become attached to these characters. They're so innocent in the very beginning of the film. When you see them progress from the summer to the winter. After all these things have happened to them, good and bad. And you just watch them fall apart before your eyes. It rips your heart out. The score is just so beautiful, and the characters are so basic, but yet you don't need any real character development to understand precisely what's going on. These fantasy worlds that these drugs built up for them just get completely destroyed once their addictions become too much. Someone said that the villian in this movie is the American Dream. All 4 characters have a dream, they pursue them, and that is what ends up destroying them.
In filming, the director noticed the camera was drifting off to one side during a very deep monologue. When the director yelled cut and confronted the cinematographer about it, he found out that he'd been crying so much that he'd fogged up the eyepiece. This was the take they used in the final cut of the film. This conveys it perfectly.
It's downright impossible to express the kind of attachment you make with these characters. For those of you who are fairly new to my LJ friend list, I'll make this simple. I can't cry. Ever. I didn't cry at my dad's funeral, and it was no more than 6 or 7 times the day before he died when I knew it was coming, and a few times on the plane have I ever cried about it. When I watch Saving Private Ryan is just about the only time I can ever get myself worked up enough to do it anymore. This movie had me crying the first time I watched it. I watched it again tonight. I cried at least twice in the movie. When I managed to get ahold of parts of the soundtrack, and started to listen to it, I literally just started weaping loud enough so the person next door came over to check on me.
I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I can't be serious enough about it. If you haven't ever watched it, get it, but be wary of watching it when you're depressed. |
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| First weekend on campus in 5 months |
[Apr. 3rd, 2005|06:56 pm] |
yeah, as much as this may shock you, I did in fact stay on campus this weekend.
Saturday night, at about 8:45, after I talked to Nicole for a while, I turned to our college movie channel, and managed to catch the last 2/3 of Requiem for a Dream. Wow, I was just blown away. Absolutely beautiful movie. I'm going to watch it again when it comes back on tonight.
As for today, I went to a gun club meeting at a shooting range about 50 north of gainesville. It was freakin sweet. Hard on the finger tips though. We had about a 3.5 hour run, I shot probably 400 rounds of ammo total. I got to shoot two of my all-time favorite guns ever made. Glock 9mm, and a Garand that was actually used in WWII (though used very little, so it was still in excellent condition). Oh man, I love that gun. It's kind of a pain in the butt (no pun intended) to load the rounds into the cartridge, though. Guess that's the big reason why they were loaded into the clips BEFORE they took them out into the field =P Polished off probably about 1/2 of the 550 rounds of the .22 rifle rounds we bought (they're the kind designed for shooting things like rabbits). Tried a 5-round bolt-action rifle, a 10-round semi-auto carbine. Bout 20 rounds of 9mm in the glock and a desert eagle. All 20 of my 223 rounds in the garand (oh man that thing's sweet, got quite a bit of kickback though). Tried someone's lever-action one that took up to 6 rounds of 223s (those things are a pain in the ass to reload. Box full of 762s. Tried a 30-30, which was pretty freakin sweet. An AR-40 (I think that was the #), which was so light and with so little recoil, I could fire it with one hand. Some guy down the range from me had this Russian-made rifle that was made in 1893, it took 792s, but in 1935, it was sold to the Turks, who updated all their weapons, and made it so it took 8mm rounds.
Came home, dozed off, woke up and realized I hadn't payed my car insurance, gave them a call and they took my info over the phone, so we're all good there.
God damnit, it's past 8pm and Requiem isn't on. What the fuck. They better not have forgotten about daylight savings time. I'm not going to wait another freakin HOUR before it comes on. |
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| nothing new really, just updating anyway |
[Mar. 28th, 2005|08:34 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Crossfade - So Far Away | ] |
Ended up going home this past weekend, despite my original plans. We did the "Everyone else has had more sex than me" video, and I got to play the 0 bunny that plays the keyboard, it was great. Jessica fucking rocked the shit outta that performance. Well done, well done indeed.
did a lot of running around in the crowd, helping out Nicole as much as I could with her part, cuz she was sick and having a bit of trouble remembering what was what to do. She performed surprisingly very well, especially for a first timer.
This week is going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. I have to do my Computer Software class assignment (not that hard, just really fucking time-consuming), as well as read up on and do my accounting homework (which will probably total at LEAST 12 hours, probably more).
This upcoming weekend (the 1st) will be the first where I haven't left campus in some 4 months. I hate this damn town so much.
So anyways, I'm off to go lay down, and hopefully I can get my assignments started without any big problems.
Crossfade - So Far Away.
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
Now I'm blaming you for everything
No more holding it in.
How many years can I pretend?
Nothing ever goes the way it should.
No more sitting in this place,
Hoping you might see it my way.
Cuz I don't think you ever understood
That what I'm looking for are the answers
To why these questions never go away
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
Now I'm blaming you for everything.
No more waiting for the end
Of every day that I will spend
Wishing that I only had a choice
No more pushing it away,
Cuz I'll be busy watching things go my way,
Never looking back on this anymore.
Cuz what I'm looking for are the answers
To why these questions never go away.
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
Now I'm blaming you for everything.
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
Now I'm blaming you for, everything.
(I'm so far awaaaaaay)
Hey-ey watch me wave
Good-bye to yesterday
Nothing left in my way.
Hey-ey I've been saved
With sun shining on my face
Getting me through this day
Hey-ey watch me wave
Good-bye to yesterday
Nothing left in my way
Feels so good to say
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
I've been changing, but you'll never see me now
I'm so far awaaaaaaaaay
Now I'm blaming you.
I'm so far away. |
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| AHHHHH GOD DAMNIT WHY GOD WHY |
[Mar. 22nd, 2005|02:13 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  HORNY AS HELL THANKS TO 2 PPL | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Vast - Touched | ] |
why is it that I make plans and immediately after, they completely backfire in my face.
This upcoming weekend I planned on staying up here in Gainesville for the first time in freaking MONTHS.
I was promised a little sumpin' sumpin' from Ali ;) and now Nicole sends me an idea for the two of us to perform this weekend at Rocky that is just... DAMN... as in "holy fuck do you have a towel, twice"
*smashes head into the wall numerous times*
I'm crying now, in the excited, yet incredibly depressed type of way, =P And on top of that, I can't stop giggling about Nicole and her absolutely wonderful idea.
AHHHHH *HEAD EXPLODES* |
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| Allll byyyy myyyysee-eeelllfff |
[Mar. 19th, 2005|01:34 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Meh, too tired to really know | ] |
| [ | music |
| | John Leguizamo - Freak | ] |
Well, after staying up since 5pm yesterday and getting some pretty shitty corned beef and cabbage (the gulden's spicy brown mustard helped cover up the shit taste a bit), I did all my Accounting homework, only to have the bitch not fucking collect it (normally, this wouldn't be so bad, but that shit takes a person, on average mind you, fucking 6 hours).
So, then I take a quiz in my lab, and I finally get out of that shit town. I'm now back down here in palm harbor, at my aunt's house, and they're out of town till tommorrow, with the dog in a kennel. So I'm 100% completely alone here, and I'm bored. I was hoping to hang with someone tonight, but that didn't work out, and I doubt I would have been much in the way of interesting anyways considering how wiped I was. I dozed off during battlestar galactica only to wake up 20 minutes into the SG-1 episode that I missed the first time it was on tonight (FUCK!), but at least I got to watch the last 2/3 of it, eventhough the beginning did kind of explain it a bit.
So, in the words of Donkey:
I'm all alone,
there's no one here beside me.
I could totally be fucking someone right now and not have to worry about waking up anybody or someone walking in, but noooo, nobody's around. =P The lights in the neighborhood are mostly out right now, so I can see the stars while I'm sitting out by the pool. There's a nice little deck that I could be sitting out on in a beach chair. Once again, perfect opportunity to be romantic gone completely to waste.
Alright, sleepy time I think. I gotta go pick up Max at the kennel before 11 tommorrow. |
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| I've been doing some thinking. |
[Mar. 13th, 2005|05:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lonely and pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Linkin Park - Session | ] |
I was driving back up today, listening to some music, continuing a thought I've been having a lot more recently. Last night brought it back up.
I've known what I've really wanted all my life. I've just never had the real opportunity to get it. I've loved a lot of people in my life. It's just the kind of person I am. I always joke about sex, and am always seemingly anxious to get some. I would far from mind gettin some, but I know it's not in my schedule for any time soon. And I'm alright with this.
But when it comes down to it, what I really want is someone to just share a bed with. I want to have someone next to me that I can put my arms around, tie up my feel with, and just occasionally pull them closer to me. Someone I can take a road trip with and while they're leaning back asleep, I can pull over and lean back and just watch her sleep. I need to be able to do this all without fear of what anyone else thinks of the situation. When I dated Loryn, not only was I out of town most of the time but I couldn't sleep next to her, no matter how innocent it actually was.
It may just be me being tired, but either way, I know this is something I need very soon to feel complete. |
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| Hmmm, a few things |
[Mar. 2nd, 2005|01:57 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bouncy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Linkin Park - Lying From You | ] |
I got new glasses. The square emo-looking ones. Very similar to the ones Chester Bennington wears (though that's not the reason I picked them).
![]() http://linkinweb.free.fr/photos/chester14.jpeg
Let's see, I'm almost done with my computer class homework, and I plan on getting a headstart on my accounting homework that's not due until the 18th. Tonight is the prop bag party, and I always have fun at those. Today Lydia called me, and wel talked for about 45 minutes or so, and that was cool. I was actually updated! Woohoo! She's so awesome, and we rarely get to talk that much.
Yeah, so life without AIM kinda sucks, but it's not a huge deal, I'm actually getting work done. My worthless brother STILL hasn't called me back about going to look at Condo's tommorrow. Hopefully he'll be there, otherwise I'm fucked, and we'll have to do it another time, in which case it won't be till a weekend or something.
But other than that, stuff's rocking hardcore. I'm off to my Computer class homework, because for some reason whenever I look at the book, I always here the Mortal Kombat voice going "Finish it!" and "Fatality" and it's starting to piss me off =P
Later folks |
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| I'm finally in the swing of things as to getting my own place |
[Feb. 28th, 2005|03:15 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | chipper | ] |
I've spent the day actively looking for condos/small 2/3 bed houses in the tampa area for under 100k. Hopefully I can find something very soon and close so I don't have to live in the dorms during summer term. Gonna spend thursday morning/afternoon getting first-hand looks at the places, hopefully I can find something I like.
Other than that, nothing really new is up. Still chugging away at school, still kicking so much ass in accounting. I think I'm going to go do some work on my computer class assignment now.
Peace. |
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| Ok, weird, but pretty cool dream, but now I have a headache |
[Feb. 27th, 2005|01:36 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | weird | ] |
For some reason, Ali from Rocky was totally in my dream last night. Don't ask me why, I have absolutely no idea. After (appearently) Jamie and someone else had involuntarily injected me with 3 hallucenegenic drugs, and revealed a plot to do that to everyone just to get their reactions, I was in a roman-style courtyard (square, with columns supporting an overhang around an open-roof square in the middle), and the pool in the middle was filled with the green plasma from Doom. I had been standing in the corner talking to everyone in the room about the situation. I said if I ever saw who did this to me again, I'd kill them (d'oh, sorry Jamie). The exit to the room was in the opposite corner, so I walked along one side, and for some reason, Hitler stepped out, I stabbed him so he would fall into the pool, and I said "fuck you hitler" and kept walking as if nothing'd happened.... Then I bump into Ali as I turn the corner. She was sad about her fingernail polish being scratched off. Black lipstick, mmmm. She said "I've been thinking about what you said (inaudiable mumbles)" I totally planted one on her. Don't forget the black lipstick. giggity giggity. Phone rings....*wake up*....FUCKINGFUCKSHITGODDAMNIT. That's all I really remember about the dream.
There was also some fighting a bit, and hallucenegenic smoke grenades that had the shape of pineapple grenades, which were being tossed around, and I was trying to throw them back before they went off.
Other stuff happened since my last update, but the lamb shanks smell so fucking good, so I'll update a little later tonight. |
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| Ok, so my last update didn't get the attention I expected... |
[Feb. 26th, 2005|10:31 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | bouncy | ] |
So far, I've had a damn good Spring Break.
Ok, I was having a bit of trouble with #2 on my accounting homework. Appearently, nobody really got it in the class. As a result of spring break, and the fact that there was basically nobody there, my TA decided to let the students decide which problem to turn in, instead of the normal rolling of the die. So, unanimously, we turned in the first problem. That's good.
I got my Midterm Exam back. I had been told I got a 78, when the average was 61 (pretty good, considering I didn't understand jack shit about it until the day before the exam).
28/30, 27/30, 16/16, 15/15, 2/9. Whoa, wait a second. 28+27+16+15+2....that's 88/100. WOOOOOOOFUCKING HOOOOOOOOOO.
So yeah, turned in my homework, put the note on the exam and handed it back in along with 4 or 5 other people who had simple addition errors. They were there for 7 hours straight with no calculators, so I have pity on them, no big deal. Got my quiz from 2 times ago back, got an 8/10 on it, average was 5.5/10
Went to the dining hall to grab a bite to eat, saw Tuna Steakwith mustard sauce, bought a meal. No tuna steak, went up to the front, complained, they said "oh sorry, we'll have the manager refund your money when she gets back from Spring Break" Not like I'm running short on cash, but hey. She says "you can still get something to eat if you'd like" Score. Free dinner. Ate my tater tots, salad, a burger, and a big bowl of corn pops. Good stuff. Grabbed a glass ketchup bottle for my troubles.
Left for home, and conversations ensued on the phone with Nikki and Nikki's mom, who is a wonderfully sweet lady.
Alright, breakfast is ready. mmmmmm. Bye guys. Keep in touch with me, no AIM for a bit. |
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| Why Pippin >>>>> Merry |
[Feb. 21st, 2005|10:12 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Damn proud of my work | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lord of the Rings Trilogy - Extended Edition | ] |
Point: Billy Boyd is Scottish. +10 Bonus to Base Awesomeness.
Dominic Monaghan is from Germany, and we all know people from Germany are Nazis
Point: Master and Commander: the Far Side of the World >> Lost
This is just a plain old fact. Master and Commander was based off one of a long-running series of award-winning books which resulted in a moving, Academy Award-winning film. Lost was at least partially based off of Lord of the Flies, which was bleh, and had 2 crap movies.
Lame-ass counter-point: Master and commander was fucking garbage and lost was fucking awesome. I do not disagree with your statement but this point is invalid -Grath.
Reasonable, thought-out counter-counter-point: You sir, do not appearently have respect for Naval officers and their skills. Anybody can fuckin' survive on an island for months on end, it's instinctive.
It takes some serious hard work and dedication to survive in the middle of the ocean for YEARS and to be able to load 15 cannons and fire them in a span of 1 minute, 13 seconds
Point: Monaghan has 5 names; Dominic Bernard Patrick Luke Monaghan. Pick a fuckin' name, wouldya please?
Billy Boyd was born William Boyd. Short, strong name.
Point: Pippin, despite his best efforts, proved most pivotal (In a positive way) in the Battle for Middle Earth during the War of the Ring. He gained critical knowledge of where Sauron was planning to strike at the world of Men. He indirectly convinced the Ents to take out Saruman from power, by luring him to Isengard.
What did Merry do in his time? He gave a fuckin' speech to Treebeard. That's pretty much it.
Point: Pippin smokes with the best of them, running out before Merry can say "Bar-hum"
Point: Billy Boyd can compose, sing beautifully AND dance. That's why he has an album.
Dominic Monaghan can only sing (drunkenly) and dance (badly).
Point: Pippin got a beautiful kickass Gondor suit.
Merry didn't change his clothes for 18 months. That's pretty gross, dudes.
Point: Just fuckin' look at 'em
Sexy
Duuurrrrrrrr
Written by me, Tyler Acree, all rights reserved. |
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