like breath spray with chlorophyll

sometimes in life you wonder what the hell the great creator was thinking.
this is one of those times.

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thank you for not making me kill you.

so, like, i had my 2nd midterm in anthropology today. i hate that class.
the test consists of 24 words, you have to choose 20 of them and write a few sentences about it. umm, yeah.

if you want a glimpse of how it went, heres an answer i gave.

Ifugao:
i'm not really sure what this is, but i think en fuego means "on fire" in spanish. or i could be an idiot.

i actually got to campus at around 10 this morning. i parked downtown. put 50 cent in the meter, knew my car would be there like 2 hours without the meter on, so i figured i'd get a ticket. when i got back around 2, first thing i noticed was that i didn't have a ticket. next thing was that my meter was still on. i checked to see how much time i had, 45 mins. not really sure how the hell that worked out, but rock on meter.

oh yeah, fuck peta.

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found a doggy. not sure if its beckham, he never really reponded to the name anyways.
but he looks like beckham.
and he was huddled up next to my window, soaked and shivering.

ill bet this is him. anyways, zane wont be pissed now.

and if this is beckham, i bet he wont pull any more houdini bullshit on me.

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umm. shit.
just looked out the window.

took beckham out about 30 mins ago so he could do his business.
his leash is just laying on the ground now. with no beckham attached to the end.
shit, zane is gonna be pissed.

gotta go look for a doggy now. fuck.

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fuck little kids. fuck 'em.

my roomie is a youth soccer coach. i fucking hate kids. anyways, he showed us this note a 10 year old girl wrote him after their game this morning. apparantly he didn't let her play quite as long as he told her she could.

notice how else! is underlined. 5 fucking times.

this pretty much brings me to my final point. little kids should be beaten into fucking submission. be it with a fist, a backhand to the fucking cheek, or even a 2x4 to the fucking back of the cranium, you shouldn't take any pity on the little fuckers. they're fucking sneaky, and when you least expect it, they will sneak up on you and try to kill you. or at least try to mangle your genitalia. fuck those little brats. save a friend and beat a little kid.

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finally.

my soul has been saved.

he can save yours too.

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so i finally watched the directors cut of donnie darko. if you haven't seen the directors cut yet, go watch it right now. its amazing.

you should also check out 'what the bleep do we know'. awesome.

and, i have to share this as well:

if you've never heard of 'the office'

get your ass to either blockbuster or bestbuy or wherethehellever it is that you get dvds and get the entire series of this (theres only 2 'seasons'.) this is probably the funniest and by far best written show ive seen in a very very very long time. you'll be doing yourself a favor by watching. im just pissed that there isn't more.

and tim is my hero. seriously.

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but am i being honest with myself?

Name:Crimson

Function: To spread truth to the naysayers and those who dare not look for it.

Entity: Emotion
Primordial Color: Red
Sign: Virgo
Institutional Role: The Everduring Giver
Shirt: 16
Hat: 8
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Birthdate: 08/27/83
Birthplace: The Southern Flatts of GA

Ambitions: To spread the truth by any means possible; be it passionately, lyrically, or at gun point

Turn Ons: Passion, Being One's-self, Teasing, The Search for Inner Truth, Music, Hot-tubs, Thunderstorms, and School-Girl Uniforms

Turn Offs: Nonbelievers, Those Afraid to Face the Truth, Posers, Not Enough Cushion for the Pushing, and Unfaithfulness

Favorite Quotation: "What lies before us and what lies beyond us is tiny compared to what lies within us." - Oliver Wendell Holmes

Urantian Power Point(s): Athens, The D-Lounge, R78

Favorite Book(s): The Divine Comedy (Dante), Paradise Lost (Milton), You Are Worthless (Pratt), and Clifford the Big Red Dog: The Missing Beach Ball (Bridwell)

Part of the Day When Powers are Heightened: Twilight

Season of Paramount: Autumn

Modus Operandi: To bring forth truth to the masses

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im not your fucking mommy

this weekend sucked. hardcore.

i really wish i was back on the boat.

look at the monkey and smile.

but i dont like to smile.

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just a tease

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i am forever unable to express any such thing resembling a conscious thought or emotion.
expression is worthless.
what is the point of expression when you cant even give an honest answer to how you feel or the color of a sky at sunset.

i see the sunset and i know exactly how it makes me feel. yet the only output is fine black & white.

one touch and its all systems standby;
wave after wave after wave
and im left beached
mostly with shame

the moment ends as will this one
and all i can do is ask for forgiveness

i am everyones lack of expression.
i am expression.
expression is worthless.

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i just got out of the shower. i saw my back in the mirror.

'SWEET'

shizer, i totally forgot.
i wonder what the hell 'DUDE' is up to.

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return of the

my voice still isn't completely back yet.
i lost it the first day of the trip. due to bad directions and 'very bad navigational skills' as i was told. debatable.

the voice was completely gone. but then agian, when youre a mumbling idiot, what do you need with a voice?

honestly, i dont really have the words right now to describe the last 6 days. im not sure if i will, but maybe. hopefully. maybe once we get the pictures back and up here, they will at least help.

i abused my regular 14 hour sleeping pattern with authority. ive slept about 5 hours in around the last 48. its time for a nap. maybe then ill be able to put a few thoughts down, but i cant promise that they will be intelligible.

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the emoKid unleashed.

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Thursday, March 31, 2005

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

thank you for not making me kill you.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Saturday, March 26, 2005

fuck little kids. fuck 'em.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Monday, March 21, 2005

but am i being honest with myself?

im not your fucking mommy

Sunday, March 20, 2005

just a tease

Friday, March 18, 2005

Thursday, March 17, 2005

return of the

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

the emoKid unleashed.

be gone

these pictures move

see to believe

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